#endoftheline - Hello Poetry

And dust to dust Rest in peace This failed trust A valiant effort But no longer worth the time Here lies our trust At the end of the line

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC

Visceral

Ashes to Ashes

And dust to dust Rest in peace This failed trust A valiant effort But no longer worth the time Here lies our trust At the end of the line

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i'm lost somewhere familar looking at ashy knees in bath suds with disdain rose petals sprinkled away have the loftiest abode have the airiest dresses, but i never had auburn tresses like hers i was charcoal in comparison one of the desert girls; candles flickered the way she'd bat her eyelashes bringing hands to my eyes i lie on the floor and i lie to them more a nightgown hangs the way the pale moon did carpet kissing my bare feet rosy knuckles grasping a storm the lake foams over in it's wake who saves you now

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

olena

End Of The Line

i'm lost somewhere familar looking at ashy knees in bath suds with disdain rose petals sprinkled away have the loftiest abode have the airiest dresses, but i never had auburn tresses like hers i was charcoal in comparison one of the desert girls; candles flickered the way she'd bat her eyelashes bringing hands to my eyes i lie on the floor and i lie to them more a nightgown hangs the way the pale moon did carpet kissing my bare feet rosy knuckles grasping a storm the lake foams over in it's wake who saves you now

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You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same. I believed the lie you told. Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone. I can feel myself sinking. Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course. Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares." For a second, I believe it. Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat. But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC

zackripley

End of the line.

You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same. I believed the lie you told. Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone. I can feel myself sinking. Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course. Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares." For a second, I believe it. Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat. But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.

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Yeah, yeah it may, very well, be so we headed off the beaten path the hell bound, way to go The slippage in the dirt or on the grassy knoll tumbling the ravine end over end, we roll And when we hit the bottom thrashed to a pulp, tenderized contusions, cuts, and bruises we'll be lucky, too have survived

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Sans Seatbelt

Yeah, yeah it may, very well, be so we headed off the beaten path the hell bound, way to go The slippage in the dirt or on the grassy knoll tumbling the ravine end over end, we roll And when we hit the bottom thrashed to a pulp, tenderized contusions, cuts, and bruises we'll be lucky, too have survived

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I'll hit the end of the line and tally up, all sums every place I've ever been and everything, I've done All the marks upon the page the good, and all, the bad measuring my worth, withal things and people, had The gauges swing, too and fro all meters wobble, and decide not what I may think, or know with nothing left, too hide

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Goin to the end of the line

I'll hit the end of the line and tally up, all sums every place I've ever been and everything, I've done All the marks upon the page the good, and all, the bad measuring my worth, withal things and people, had The gauges swing, too and fro all meters wobble, and decide not what I may think, or know with nothing left, too hide

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