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Sara Kellie Jul 2018
Promise me, my flesh you'll place
'neath a fledgling willow tree.
And as it grows toward blue sky,
It's in its grace you'll hear me cry.
Laden with the heaviest fears,
resembling, reflecting
my darkest years.

A fragile bone was once my arm,
so likened to the willows charm.
It's branches delicate,
could ne'er do harm.
It's soft and fluffy hand like bud,
encased in skin, the willow's wood.

Hold its hand at branches end.
My message, a vibration,
to you I'll send.
Until the death of said willow tree,
reminding you . . . . .
. . . . . . always of me.

Poetry by Kaydee.
The tired and deathly willow tree with stories to tell of debutantes, swinging
before entering hell.
Danial Suhaimi Dec 2017
Dark thoughts lingering around me
Starting to hate my surrounding
If only I can get out of this
I would
My mind is spitting words I should've said
But I didn't
I hated it
That the fact is true
The line from the song
"Somebody save me"
I screamt it
Too bad nobody listened
An oddball of society
Rejected by many
The escape is only
Through a noose
Can I get out of here
Alive and well?



Thank you
Jade Melrose Dec 2016
Little birds often fly to me here
whisper in my ear and tell me
about the sapphire skies, endless fields, and flowing rivers
out there.
Out there, the wind kisses your cheeks
Out there, the music from the trees sings loudly, with harmony,
along with the bees
Out there, there are no walls
no fences
no shackles
nothing from keeping you free
But I wouldn't know any of that
sitting here,
with only a little piece of heaven mocking me. unobtainable.

Believe me, I've tried.
Bruised feet, ****** hands, bleeding back, all gifts I received
And when you are like me, you know when to stop trying
They have strong whips
Yet day after day my little friends make the impossible trip, flying higher and higher
until they can bite the celestial morsel with their beaks
In my dreams I fly with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks
But when I wake up I am greeted by the familiar smell of dirt and concrete

So when they forced me up this morning
clanking with ease
I was relieved
I could feel a gentle breeze as I floated onto the scaffold
I smiled
looked up to the same piece of hope
I hear voices but I can't understand them
my head is already half-way up in the clouds
When the necklace is placed
I see my friends circling above
The next second the ground is far beneath my feet
And I'm flying with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks.
Mysidian Bard Nov 2016
We were once tangled
But all the ties that bind us
Have become a noose
Rafael Melendez Jun 2016
Walking the line, sleeping for two, dreaming of better days. Eyes for you, a hangman's last sight.
He's only got eyes for you.
Giraluna Gil May 2016
I made a loop with a running knot around my neck
A snare, a lasso
A hangman's hassle
I tightened it up
I pushed the chair
Only to blame the only person who actually cared
Awesome Annie Nov 2015
I wanted to fill the cracks of his mind, and breathe his very breath. Need consumed by deep desire, leaving me scared to death.

I hung a rope on that tree, where I used to kneel and pray. Struggling to keep my head up, waiting for something he refused to say.

I wanted to slip and fall into arms, eager to break my fall. Scattered hopes cast about, that are just shadow puppets on the wall.

I cupped my hands to catch his tears, but the favor was never repaid. Slip the rope around my neck, in hopes to repair this mess I made.

I wasted all my saved up wishes, just in the end to tie the knot. I finally took that step and hang myself, with all the promises he forgot.
a Apr 2015
The noose is brittle but strong, warmed by the heat of the day,
ready to be hoisted upon your neck, and hail all those troubles away.
Yet speak a few words and that won't be done, but be careful as you talk,
for the hangman arrives to take your words the
moment you utter the one that’s wrong.
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