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 Dec 2013 gd
Lappel du vide
lethal
 Dec 2013 gd
Lappel du vide
its morning,
not even purple yet,
like a bruise on the snow, blue and pink and black
reflected from the sky and the tempest within
i lie covered in his voice
singing in the sharp winter dawn air, slicing my cheeks with knife-like metaphors,
his words like honey,
how can something be so sweet and yet so
lethal?
 Dec 2013 gd
Maman Screams
I'm searching for a new peace
Looking for something real
In this fake serenity
You turn into something real

My whole life I've been dreaming
A dreamer seeking love actually
Sacrificing this life I'm bleeding
Something worth never come by easily

Losing my pride and dignity
I hold this pain strong and dearly
(Revenge is not what I seek)

Hopeless romantic...
Believing this love got me stone
Beautiful tragedy...
Tripping on the memories you've thrown

You left me in this hypocritical crowd alone
My silence screams didn't get through you
Is this real or did your love got me stone
If I'm dreaming...
Shook me
Wake me
I don't want to keep on living
Breathing this love I'm dreaming

All I ever wanted was to create reality
Just you and I

©2013 Maman Screams
 Dec 2013 gd
Elizabeth
As a child I was taught poetry
the quiet writing of feelings reflections
often in a beat with a rhyme and a few examples of alliteration

I was taught that as a woman my feelings
should be hid and kept quiet
that when I liked a boy it was not my place
to ask him whether he liked me back
I was taught to look out for myself by not dressing slutty
not walking home late at night
I was taught that my curvy figure would make people
question my morals my virginity my character
I was taught that as a girl I won't be as successful in math or science
I was taught to give myself to other pursuits
in liberal arts or domestic dealings
I was taught that even if by some miracle I found success in the fields where I "wouldn't be successful"
that I would and should give it up in a heart beat to raise a family
I was taught that I must share my feelings
my emotions my struggles
but not in a loud and open way

I had to remain quiet cool composed

Poetry was to be my outlet, written in couplets sonnets and verse
quiet and held inside written on paper
stored away from the world
to be read inside the mind
by others- men, teachers, parents
in order to decode me
and learn how to
keep
me

silent
This is meant to be read aloud/ performed as spoken word. I'm also working on the "sister" poem to this one.
 Dec 2013 gd
Megan Grace
appendage
 Dec 2013 gd
Megan Grace
I have tried to
detach myself
from you but
you have sunk
the deepest
hook into my
stomach that
just turning
away from
you is painful
enough.
 Dec 2013 gd
marina
i  don't want  to live in  the
                            s p a c e s
between   your   words,   i
want to be  found in every
syl-
                    la-
                                     ble
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