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#daggers
I dreamed you kissed me and when I woke, I was unkissed, and alone. So darling, kiss me now, kiss me like you did in that dream. Kiss me with the lips you used to spit daggers and whisper secrets, and soothe souls. Kiss me like the sky kisses the earth when the sun sets.
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Sun Kissed
I think you never really move on from 'that' person. The pain just becomes more dull where it once was so sharp, sending daggers in to your oh so tender heart. A.C.
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
'that' person
in one of my dreams, I was a witch. burning . at the stakes. prodded by pitchforks. stabbed with daggers behind my back. the talking was loud. their hateful eyes were louder. then i woke up realizing the thin line between dreams and consciousness. it almost made no difference. ive seen those eyes somewhere. of those who want to burn me at the stakes ; stab me with daggers behind my back. always been wanting to watch me fall. darling, I am a witch you could not burn.
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
coven dreams
Down a path where arteries will meet the scythe. Deceased silhouettes suffocating in defeat. A spark struggles to illuminate the way before the feet. cloaked in disbelief, conversing with grief. Climbing an empty ladder, dreams clustered beyond reach. With worn bones aiming to reach beyond the known peak.
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
A Path Ahead
these eyes have cried an ocean of tears, this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords, this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken, these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten, this body has fought wars that are yet to be won - but this phoenix will rise from the ashes, unshaken and unbroken, like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning, warming everything it touches, the phoenix will be unrestrained, insuppressible, and effervescent
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC
The Phoenix
Open my mouth The words come out But they don’t feel soft They feel like daggers Newly sharpened daggers Flying towards the ones I care about They all back away from me From the weapon of destruction Who can’t be controlled Taking hits from everyone else Building it all up inside Then shooting it out But I must keep it in To protect those I love But the daggers bounce around in my stomach Making me die inside
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Careful words
I hope this is not cheesy for how do i remind your beauty that hides within. for how do i describe and how do i begin. Your eyes drink my skin like the first cup of coffee. it is true there are daggers in your smile. Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat beautiful and its mere thought lulls me to sleep. The universe melts into your eyes, as the moon asks to borrow your light. You are the air in my lungs and the words i speak. Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
I didn't plan for this to be cheesy
Swishing and swirling in a mass of frenzied bubbles The shark swims after its prey Sinking diamond cut daggers into the velvet flesh of the next feast to dine on and take into the depths of the sea.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
The Shark
Perhaps comparisons to you, m’ love, will be of such fluttering birds with their silken pearl plumage; soft and fragile dove. I would challenge those who with this compare. To do so would create such metaphors with something mild and predictable, delicate. You are not breakable or dainty, keen scythe. You are a graceful storm to not abate. Mayhap I could liken you to a blade, a dagger wrapped within smooth satin. To a deathly flower; lethal nightshade. For to a white swan you are akin. Know that a dove is equal your beauty, yet you are deadly elegance, truly.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Deadly Beauty
I have a heart made of daggers That could slice your deadbeat life in two But why should I waste my pity Spending it all on you?
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Deadbeat Pity
I sit quietly holding my tongue Letting your words hit my chest like daggers Letting them hit me with such force I have to remind myself to breathe But I don't make you stop I only let you continue Never letting words of anger make there way out of my throat Filtering my words as if they were from a contaiminated stream Your presence daunts my inner most being yet I have fallen under your spell of cynicism I sit quietly holding my tongue Letting your pessimism pass through me as if I were only air But I don't put up my walls Because you have already seen inside of them I smile and pretend that it doesn't bother me That your words are not of importance as if they are water under the bridge Yet they hit me like daggers leaving dents in my armor but I don't stop you I just sit quietly and hold my tongue
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
Your Words
solitude in the dark is so comforting that i am fearing... what may lurk in the light blantantly hiding in plain sight. .
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Photophobic
Too many people Too many faces Too much attention In all the wrong places Too much talking Not enough quiet Nothing to stop this Deafening riot Daggers in my back Chains at my feet Strange friendships Love bittersweet
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
too much
I fell for you the way my head fell into your shoulder that night Ever so suddenly. We became one, as if two pieces of a metal heart became welded together Except my half was blood red, running with passion and love, while yours ran ice cold. Your words shot bullets, your eyes shot daggers, Both of which I felt way too hard, But the lie "I love you" always felt the worst. And every day for 649 days your lie hurt more and more As we both reached the finish line to our relationship. You ran the race far better than I ever could, Because you always kept yourself in shape, While I was too fascinated by those lines made into your abdomen and chest, Ever so perfectly etched, But not for me. You were so in shape, they were so defined so you could reach the finish line for her. I knew you loved your sports but this was a game I didn't know I would be playing, while you knew every detail, and play by play. And I was just another sucker to fall for it, & for your big brown eyes Those same eyes that swore they would never leave, Those same eyes that cried when they realized their lies took over my body and sliced their daggers through my wrists leaving never fading scars.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Blinded
I found a crack in the sidewalk That I didn't have the urge to step on And I passed this crack every day On my 4.40pm walk For what seemed like a lifetime And I glared daggers At the thing that made my skin crawl And my neck ache And my fingers twitch by my side Because cracks in sidewalks Were meant to be tread upon Every single one of them Even partially Not to break a mother's back But to cover the imperfections And to fill the void That made me uneasy And to fill it Even for a millisecond Before I moved on As if the sole of my shoe Could somehow heal the Sadness that the ground must be feeling But there was a crack in the side walk That I didn't have the urge to step on No matter how many times I passed within stepping distance And no matter how many times It caused me pain And maybe that was the period of my life When the obsessive compulsive part of me Decided to take a break Because maybe Maybe some part of me Saw that the grass that grew In the messy line that pointed east Was something more beautiful And more honest Than any hidden disfigurement Could ever be
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Cracks on the Sidewalk