allie

allie Apr 2017

The numbers.
They shine a small light on a dimming day.
Make my face break out in a smile.

The numbers.
Those **** numbers are the shining moonlight.
Those **** numbers are the suffering sunlight.
Those **** numbers can dim my day to darkness.

Those numbers.

T h o s e n u m b e r s .

I don't even know anymore.

#numbers #depressed

allie Apr 2017

into the Depths of my Counterpane

i lean into the Depths of my Counterpane.
the White lives of soldiers Float around Me
crying whispers Hide in the dark Shadows
frozen Bullets cry along the Gusts Of wind
rivers filled With ice Flow Along the banks
dancing Feelings trot towards The melted Dreams
and in Sorrow thoughts Come the Thawing memories
of Fire and Hail covered in black And white Slush
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I'm feeling the confusion so here we go.

#confusion #opposites

allie Apr 2017

quiet thoughts

eating a frozen dish
with the moonlight hanging over me
crying silently with the howling wolfs
brave silence sings in the clouds
screaming words ever so quietly
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I wrote this last night around 12, but was to tired to post it. And here I am, almost falling asleep.

#moon #tired

allie Apr 2017

Untitled

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if you put a bucket over my fire.
the bucket will burn.
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inspired by CC | don't try to put out my fire because it will burn you. :)

#fire #confident

allie Apr 2017

Waiting and Done.

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I'm sitting patiently.
I'm waiting for the changes.
The new features to fade into black.
The new screen to disappear.
Maybe I'll head off.
Maybe I'll set off into the world of unknown.
Possibly.
Or I can wait.
Or I can stay.
Or. Or. Or.
Or. I can start something new.
Or. I can find something precious.
Or. I can hide behind the blankness of it.
Or. I can break through it.
Or. I can sit off for a while and wait.

I guess that's something to decide.
:{+}:

I'm now thinking about heading off to another site. The changes the owner's have made to this site are bothering me, and it doesn't seem like they're going away. I've waited it out for a while now, but I think it's time for my poems to come to an end.

allie Apr 2017

w a i t i n g .

W a i t i n g .
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Patiently.
Throwing things at the wall.
Fiddling thumbs.
Breaking glass.
Tapping foots.
Mind breaking stress.
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W a i t i n g .

i'm just stressed.

#waiting #impatiently #stress

allie Apr 2017

that drunken slur

Every morning the sun rises.
Every night the moon appears,
along with the drunken slur.
The stumble in your step.
The cloudy glaze in your eyes.
The heavy smell of alcohol on your clothes.
The mood swings that pull you side to side.
Flushed, red cheeks.
Screaming voices.
Slapping hands on skin.

I ask that small, feeble question.
*'Are you a drunk?'

I've been wanting to write this out for a while, so here it is.

#drunk #alcohol