#elm - Hello Poetry

Thinking I gave the goat away and showed the spirit the door until it's late and knowing that I've had some wholesome weeks. She is chanting again, reminding me what is so wrong and mocking my attempts for peace of my own mind. I think she is lying. I think she is honest. I am alone but alone with them. I am alone but alone with them. I AM ALONE BUT ALONE WITH THEM. They chant louder. Depression is the demon. Sadness is the ghost. and Anxiety is the monster they hold against me.

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

SHE

Thinking I gave the goat away and showed the spirit the door until it's late and knowing that I've had some wholesome weeks. She is chanting again, reminding me what is so wrong and mocking my attempts for peace of my own mind. I think she is lying. I think she is honest. I am alone but alone with them. I am alone but alone with them. I AM ALONE BUT ALONE WITH THEM. They chant louder. Depression is the demon. Sadness is the ghost. and Anxiety is the monster they hold against me.

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The Moon is another reminder that you made it through the rough. You can't hate her, can you? Time is fake, man-made to control the seconds but it keeps us tracked to when to pray and when to party. The Moon is another symbol that we made it and it was not our last. Presences of relief, reinsurance that you will be okay for the sun to tell you to get up. To get up and survive again.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

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The Moon is another reminder that you made it through the rough. You can't hate her, can you? Time is fake, man-made to control the seconds but it keeps us tracked to when to pray and when to party. The Moon is another symbol that we made it and it was not our last. Presences of relief, reinsurance that you will be okay for the sun to tell you to get up. To get up and survive again.

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You were bait. I took it. You tasted sweet but I chased the bitterness to your lips in hopes things would work out for the better. You were bait. I took it.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

Bait

You were bait. I took it. You tasted sweet but I chased the bitterness to your lips in hopes things would work out for the better. You were bait. I took it.

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Hate is a very loose truth to admit when you are talking about someone who can't love you back. Just say your love is poisoned and the venom isn't real.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

Oh, Venom

Hate is a very loose truth to admit when you are talking about someone who can't love you back. Just say your love is poisoned and the venom isn't real.

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You may not have deserved it, you may have deserved it after all. But everyday is a new day. You are only human. You needed to grow from this too. Wishing my pain on to you will not end the cycle of your carelessness. I know my heart now.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

I Know My Heart

You may not have deserved it, you may have deserved it after all. But everyday is a new day. You are only human. You needed to grow from this too. Wishing my pain on to you will not end the cycle of your carelessness. I know my heart now.

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The freedom you want to feel is in a pair of dull kitchen scissors. Cut the dead ends, or maybe a few inches to prove a point. Sweep the evidence under the rug, it’s only 4 am this time. It’s okay, it was just one more thing for you to hide behind. Bleach it out of your way, paint with colors that will stain your bathroom sink. Like everything, the stain will fade for a new one to reappear. Wash it out and stop crying for a minute because the mirror doesn’t lie today. Everything is fine now. And that’s the beauty of the most painless thing to change. Your hair.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

The Thing about Hair...

The freedom you want to feel is in a pair of dull kitchen scissors. Cut the dead ends, or maybe a few inches to prove a point. Sweep the evidence under the rug, it’s only 4 am this time. It’s okay, it was just one more thing for you to hide behind. Bleach it out of your way, paint with colors that will stain your bathroom sink. Like everything, the stain will fade for a new one to reappear. Wash it out and stop crying for a minute because the mirror doesn’t lie today. Everything is fine now. And that’s the beauty of the most painless thing to change. Your hair.

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You asked me for a place at my table. You asked me for the welcome spoons even when all I had were dull knives and plastic forks. You brought your own place mat and gave me your homemade invitation that listed reasons why you deserve to be at this dinner party I never wanted to have. But as soon as I pulled the chair out for you, you were no longer hungry. And you left my dining room.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC

apoetwithawormtail

Thanks for Coming

You asked me for a place at my table. You asked me for the welcome spoons even when all I had were dull knives and plastic forks. You brought your own place mat and gave me your homemade invitation that listed reasons why you deserve to be at this dinner party I never wanted to have. But as soon as I pulled the chair out for you, you were no longer hungry. And you left my dining room.

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Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees Shrouded in shadows and leaves Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods From magic and elmwood conceived Living in silence but also in wood Falling for none but the axe Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage Her only consolements are tracks She watches and wishes as travelers come Hoping that one will commit To chopping her life giving elm cage away And helping her learn to forget A man did just that in the forest one day He swung and his axe whistled through She fell to the ground and she tried to get up But her elm cage had trapped her there too

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC

SilverNeuron

Sprite

Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees Shrouded in shadows and leaves Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods From magic and elmwood conceived Living in silence but also in wood Falling for none but the axe Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage Her only consolements are tracks She watches and wishes as travelers come Hoping that one will commit To chopping her life giving elm cage away And helping her learn to forget A man did just that in the forest one day He swung and his axe whistled through She fell to the ground and she tried to get up But her elm cage had trapped her there too

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In a slow oak and elm ING breath Ent felt tears in the air She inquired the feather like dancer From where a river now streamed Say, your sobbing must stop Just enjoy being unlocked You do not know tree pain With my long hard locks Knotted under the weight of usefulness for you are still yet a seed Riding the wind of dreams No rings yet formed on fingers rings to be broken for fires timber Your tendrils are bendable The beginning fragment of a future So show no pain and suture a smile I know capons who fell free from home Only for gravity to shatter dreams & reclaim them to the unknown. And the dandelion said: My short life comes with long memory While my youth may seem naive to tree I have only arrived and I must die to be You will remain when I am reborn deity And as your locks begin to leaves And birds flock like river ocean streams I know pain because I remember birth I will die a thousand times before you know me Yet these tears should not offend I cry to womb the happiness within.

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC

TheSethnicity

The Dandelion Deity (POV story/poetry)

In a slow oak and elm ING breath Ent felt tears in the air She inquired the feather like dancer From where a river now streamed Say, your sobbing must stop Just enjoy being unlocked You do not know tree pain With my long hard locks Knotted under the weight of usefulness for you are still yet a seed Riding the wind of dreams No rings yet formed on fingers rings to be broken for fires timber Your tendrils are bendable The beginning fragment of a future So show no pain and suture a smile I know capons who fell free from home Only for gravity to shatter dreams & reclaim them to the unknown. And the dandelion said: My short life comes with long memory While my youth may seem naive to tree I have only arrived and I must die to be You will remain when I am reborn deity And as your locks begin to leaves And birds flock like river ocean streams I know pain because I remember birth I will die a thousand times before you know me Yet these tears should not offend I cry to womb the happiness within.

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The first smooch kiss A spring night Moonlit pastoral lake Dancing elm, oak, and pear Mild breeze Courting song of crickets and katydid Secrecy and silence Standing close, smiling, and stirring Our necks tilted on the right One hand behind and one front Thumbs caressing the face And fingers releasing the locks of your hair Our hands massaging behind and front The adorable landscape of love Bump and ******* Belly and waist Crossed legs Delirious smell of the skin Taste of your rosy lips and sweet saliva The taste of one another Outer eyes closed, inner open My upper lip between your lips Your lower lip between mine Rubbing, pressing, ******* kissing Small and big, short and long Goose bumps and blushing Breathtaking, timelessness, breathless Uncaptured, indefinable moment!

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

salil-jha

FIRST SMOOCH KISS

The first smooch kiss A spring night Moonlit pastoral lake Dancing elm, oak, and pear Mild breeze Courting song of crickets and katydid Secrecy and silence Standing close, smiling, and stirring Our necks tilted on the right One hand behind and one front Thumbs caressing the face And fingers releasing the locks of your hair Our hands massaging behind and front The adorable landscape of love Bump and ******* Belly and waist Crossed legs Delirious smell of the skin Taste of your rosy lips and sweet saliva The taste of one another Outer eyes closed, inner open My upper lip between your lips Your lower lip between mine Rubbing, pressing, ******* kissing Small and big, short and long Goose bumps and blushing Breathtaking, timelessness, breathless Uncaptured, indefinable moment!

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