IPM 1h
As a kid, got beaten up till I couldn't stand
but you have to live through this to understand.

You have a silver tongue, but they search for gold
growing old in a world full of tragedies and stories untold.
the stars glitter, a reflection
of the dark of the pond below our dangling toes,
like a portal to new spaces,
new freedom
we thought we’d never reach.
openness, honesty,
i cherish these between us,
and let it blossom like the flowers,
heavy laden on the magnolia tree out back,
where your dad had his garage
and your mom used to whistle, hanging laundry
on long summer days.
like the field between our houses,
open like my eyes when we played hide & seek.
you knew i was a cheater from the start.
redemption is purity
like the waters on the surface of our star-speckled pond.
Sienna 3d
I enter a dark room
I search all over
Can't find my innocence
Can't feel any sober
I see him, sitting on the couch
Directly in front, I begin to slouch
"Hello dad" - words I'll never say
As he decided, that was the day
In the dark, he played a game
"If you leave, I'll blow out my brain"
No one to protect me, I gotta get away
Don't touch me daddy, I will never be the same
Leaving the house, closing the hidden door
I hope I never witness the gore
Little house
Timeless street
Childhood garden

The scent of your preschool playground after a storm on a Wednesday in may

The distinguishable noise of your parents' doorbell

The weepy feeling looking at childhood photos and knowing you'll never get those moments back

The melancholy moment you realize the book you're reading was your favorite bedtime story

The second the atmosphere shifts and you're suddenly thrown back to memories of your mothers embrace on a stormy night

The suffocating feeling of revisiting tales thinning at the ends as your recollection slowly fades

The slipping grip of what once was that will never be again, slowly turning faded and acid washed until its nothing but a feeling you cant put a name to

I used to believe,
When I was a child,
That Fairies hid behind trees.
          That every time,
           I turned my head,
          They would come out to stare at me.

I used to believe,
When I was a child,
That roses gave pixies their flight.
          That the Dewdrops that stayed,
          At the dawn of the day,
          Was nothing but fallen starlight.

I used to believe,
When I was a child,
That bells brought wedding days.

          That the bride wearing white,
          And the groom in his suit,
          Were happy forever and always.

I used to believe,
When I was a child,
That mommies and daddies don't fight.

          But if all you see,
          Is all you know,
          You're blinded by your sight.

Nostalgic; our home,
An era of zest, prolonged,
Braided into dread

My old childhood house is no longer mine. I hate it. I hate that I don't live where I did when I was a kid, and all the people who were there in the past.
Mari 5d
what i want
right now
is not coffee.
I want
a cup of tea
as big as me.
in a mug
of warmth
from the dive
like a map
I made when
I was a kid
and the mug
I needed
so big.

I'm in Spain
and tea
just ain't
the same
here and
everyone is
walking so
slowly and
I have work
get back to
and a headache
and feelings
to forget
Ella 7d
I've always been too emotional about everything

Too sensitive too loud to outgoing too me

I never understood ,still don't understand
how people could care so little about everything

how people were "too cool" for living
When I was little
I played the clarinet and
wow it pumped my lungs

I also played the
piano ,,I loved the black
and white push buttons

Each key sang a note
Put them all together and
wow a tune is born

Later in life my
piano teacher became
my every week shrink!

O what a small world
we live in , what's the odds on
that happening..yeap

I played the drums too
Even played in a concert
In school uniform

Music is lovely
It's a big inspiration
Of magical stars

It flows through your veins
Making everything happy
Like a summers day

Pictures on the wall
Hip hop , verntian blinds waltz
Ceiling lights duet

The sun shines warmly
The big moon pings lyrically
The sky never ends

The years pass quickly
Time it waits for no one , I
think it as long hair

I love memories
They pop up unexpected
Making me happy

I don't play any
instruments no more , one
day I just grew up

But I still play a
song it's called poetry and
It's lovely to share
I love a memory when it pops up especially a good one:) Take care for nows xx
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