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Theresa Marie Oct 2015
tick tick tick tock
blood drips down from the hands of the grandfather clock
slowly surely
time stops for no one

swift motions
tide notions
bottle slips, add more to the potion
overdoses
sinking
the bottom is where we collide with ourselves
a realization
the prison in which we have been stationed
no metal bars
no space confinement

blood soaked sponge
only frozen mouths
staggering steps, a drunken lunge
incarcerated swollen minds

these green eyes hide weapons of mass destruction
those green eyes could ****
targeting ones own skin and bones
at the girls will

The lullaby
That's she played
On heart strings and razor blades
The sound was heard, sweet serenade
The girl was her own hand grenade
Theresa Marie Oct 2015
Am I awake or am I just breathing
Just want to be proud of a life leading
Now let me rephrase
Sickness sinks this is how I'm feeling
If I was just born to dig an early grave
And like a sitting duck
Smell of rust
Running water

Darling when you're shaking
Death will hold with still hands
This world is too small for our taking

Carefully your mind assembles
Brown eyes turn dead black
Your body trembles
Look down

The void seems empty and bleak
Nothingness is numb and lukewarm
Reaching out now, old bones creek
You begin to vanish into the void


The wells are dry
You choked on that one last wish
Theresa Marie Oct 2015
Nostalgia is a car wash
Where you're sitting shot gun
Front seat, lets watch the water run

And then we'll drive
Take a scenic path
Bathe in thorns and roses,
A ****** floral casque
Go back to the place we planted roots,
You're born again, lace up your boots
Feet are locked in, we're on the grid
We're alive tonight, everlasting kid

And if we reach an the end in our road
There's a million places we could go
The oceans breeze, or skinned knees
Graceful angles in the snow
The breaks are locked, the car skid
Iced roads tonight, you alright kid?

A highway has potential
Scenic as the scene of the crime
Big trees and pretty flowers
Don't compare to life lines, kid

And fighting for another breath
Someone heard the voices cry,
Is there a heaven? A god or so?
A hell or what's beneath?
Another empty bed, no sleep tonight
The fire in their eyes went out long ago, kid
  Oct 2015 Theresa Marie
Lizzy Love
What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.

Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.

It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...

They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.

But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.
Flashback poem from 2013
© Lizzy Collins
Theresa Marie Oct 2015
when choosing colleges this fall
you may want to keep in mind
all of your new experiences
and the old you leave behind

check if they offer good coffee
one that fills a stomach warm
and you must always always ask
if they offer outer space dorms

now, you may have a lot on your plate
as for flying books and new roommates
costly things a school can bring
to keep you there from fall to spring
but i believe you'll fare just fine
in this year's college season time
This is cringe worthy and disgusting... Will I delete it... Nope
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