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Хейли Jan 2014
I can not stumble for this damsel.
Philanthropy seldom works out for I.
The damsel know's my interest, and it's level to be rather prime.
Which makes it hard to cop-out with out being the bad guy.
Maybe it is best, to avoid my damsel's ground.
I must justify these days...
let them grow a hefty beard,
so I can pop one off and say I've had a couple of relaxing beers.
Can I do it though?
Can I leave?
Or am I just too afraid of it just being me?
Should I just fool around, the same the damsel fools me?
Perhaps, I should flee and leave the damsel to breathe.

*Why would a damsel like her, want a damsel like me?
Хейли Dec 2013
I know when I've spent too much time alone,

when I can smoke six cigarettes in a row.

And write one-hundered poems about how I froze,

when I caught my first sight of **you.
Хейли Dec 2013
Y o u r   a p p e l l a ti o n   i s   t h e   b i t t e r - s  w e et   c a r b o n   d i o x i d e
t h a t   s n e a k s   o u t ,  
a n d   o v e r   m y   l i p s .

Y o u   a r e   t h e   m o s t   m e l l i f l u o u s   m i x t u r e   o f   o x y g e n   a n d   n i t r o g e n ,
t h a t   h a s   e v e r   p e n e t r a t e d   m y   l u n g s .  

A s   I   m u r m u r   y o u r   t i t l e ,
t h a t   l o n e s o m e   l o c u t i o n   i s  r e l e a s e d   f r o m   m y   c o r e ,
y o u   a r e   r e l e a s e d   f r o m   m y   l u n g s .

I   m i s l a y   b r e a t h   o f   y o u   f o r   an   i n s t a n t .  

F o r   w h e n   I   i n h a l e ,   o n c e   m o r e ,  
y o u r   e p i t h e t   c o m e s   r u s h i n g   b a c k
  i n t o   m e .

S l i p p i n g   i n t o   m y   m o u t h ,   a n d   d o w n   m y   t h r o a t …

Y o u   a r e   i n h a l e d ,
b y   e v e r y   s i n g l e   b r e a t h ,
t h a t   I   t a k e .  

**Y o u   a r e   t h e   o x y g e n   t h a t   k e e p s   m e   a l i v e ,
y o u   a r e   t h e   b r e a t h   t h a t   m a k e s   n o   m i s t a k e s  .
Хейли Dec 2013
I* t u r n  t o m y
s
i
d
e,
a  n  d   c  l  o  s  e   m  y   e  y  e  s

I,holdmyselfclose,
ignoringthedose.

T o n i g h t ,  *I
                  w i l l
                         r u n
                               f r o m
                                        t h i s

                                                                ­                                                                
­                                                                 ­                                                                **n   i   g   h   t   m   a   r   e  .
Хейли Dec 2013
"I was the one with the world at my feet…"
Flustered in the moment,
I gathered up my bag and keys.
Screaming back to her, "You don't control me"!
Storming out the door.
Suddenly, in the mid-night breeze, there it was staring back at me.
A silhouette of a dark figurine.
Standing in that doorway, not sure of what I may see.
All I know is that it's standing directly across from me.
I close, my eyes and count to three...

Next thing I know, I see nothing more than the light post blinding me.
I look to both of my sides,
and continue on my way,
I am not sure where this journey may lay.
But, I know that it's up to me,
It's up to me …
to figure out this
… journey.

So, I bare my skin,
And I count my sins,
And I close my eyes
And I take it in.

"What it is and where it stops nobody knows"
I was born into a, *
'life that I never chose'.

I stumbled,
and I fled,
I keep running forward ahead.
Until, I hit a road with a million lights strung on a thread.
The road,
that was a 'road'
was more like a bridge.
That ran on forever, if you were to ever ask my legs.
But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Here I am running,
Keeping my thoughts with me..
"What the hell am I suppose to do?
Who am I suppose to be?"


Passing each light,
counting up to five.
The lights strung on,
straight into the night,
lighting up the bridge without a fight.
I followed them, and I ditched the time.

The bridge was vacant, and while being eager to provide,
for any car that was to go by.
But, the bridge was not given the chance to thrive.

One,
two,
three,
four,
five.

I keep going though my legs wish to seep…  
out from underneath of me.
I wanna leave but the world won't let me go

That's when I stopped,
And had to know…
When I saw that erie glow…

If I was seeing things,
or if it wasn't a show,

"Got us a battle…"
When I saw the glow…
of that same figurine.
Realizing this time...
that it was just a dark shadow of me.

Turning slowly to me,
the dark part of me decided
to scream,
a bunch of ****** madness is all that it seemed.
My ears could not handle this straining melody.
I hunch over and began to pled,
"*******, STOP. I beg of me!"
My shadow froze, beginning to float towards me…

"When the day has come,
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray,
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating"


I don't know what I was suppose to propose,
when my shadow had finally reached to my toes.
But, I looked up and, saw it so…
The depression inside her, was noticeable…  
I realized, she was not my emotional foe.

We are in this together.
But, who would have known?
That she, is me, on her own journey to a throne.
Floating through her own darkness of the unknown.

"When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed"
'I will be my own scarecrow'


I took my own hand, and I let myself know.
That we are to find a way together, on our travels alone.
I looked up to the stars, and let it be known:

That, "what it is and where it stops nobody knows.
Even though, I was the one with the world at my feet,
I was still given a life that I never chose.
Even when the world won't let me go.
So when the day has come,
that I've lost my way around,
and the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground,
when the sky turns gray
and everything is screaming.
I will reach inside just to find my heart is beating.
Because I know I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
So when the hours is nigh,
and hopelessness is sinking in,
and the wolves all cry,
To fill the night with hollering,
When your eyes are red,
And emptiness is all you know
with the darkness fed,
I will be my own scarecrow.
I've got myself a battle."

That I know I can defeat.
Whispering quietly, I tell it to myself *
"just leave it up to me".
I wanted to create a poetic story based on two songs that really inspired me to even begin this poem. Alongside with one of my favorite poems "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost, I wanted to challenge myself by combining the three of these pieces and incorporating them as one. For whom that are reading, if you notice throughout the poem the bolded and italized quotes are place through out the poem, symbolizing thoughts that the character is realizing throughout her journey. To bring her thoughts together as one in the end. I tried to make be shown that she was admitting her fate, her life, her new destiny in life.
This has become my result, it is one of my favorites that I have done.
References:
Blindness By: Metric
Bleeding Out By: Imagine Dragons
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By: Robert Frost
Хейли Dec 2013
We don't know it yet.
But, together we are like one toxic vial mislabeled,
As it sits on a shaky shelve,
with a hundred of other vials labeled ....
'Hope'.
Хейли Dec 2013
From every strand on your head,
to every hair on your unshaven knees.
I wish to kiss each and every one of your heartbeats.
So, every cell that runs through your veins,
will feel my love in every way.
Let me in…
inside of you.
Allow me to become fluid with you.
This is published because for now... this is done. I will pick up on it later. I just want this out there; but I'm not sure about my urge behind my reasoning why.
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