#mockingjay - Hello Poetry

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I place flowers by her grave That I wish she could see I remember her laugh Her smile And her scream Have dreams of her death That place the blame on me Under the Willow now Weeping with the tree I'll stay here By my sister's feet The funeral is done The rain is pouring down Everyone is gone No one remains but me I read the inscription on her grave The one chosen be me: Your life is what you gave To help set Panem free I wish I was dead It should have been me He should have ran She should have tried to flee It cannot be changed Not even by me So I take a breath And bury her ashes Underneath the tree

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC

supercat917

Primrose Everdeen's funeral

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I place flowers by her grave That I wish she could see I remember her laugh Her smile And her scream Have dreams of her death That place the blame on me Under the Willow now Weeping with the tree I'll stay here By my sister's feet The funeral is done The rain is pouring down Everyone is gone No one remains but me I read the inscription on her grave The one chosen be me: Your life is what you gave To help set Panem free I wish I was dead It should have been me He should have ran She should have tried to flee It cannot be changed Not even by me So I take a breath And bury her ashes Underneath the tree

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"It’s the things we love most, that destroy us." Is the quote that keeps resonating in my head. I heard it in last night's movie And it fills me up with dread. I can say it's true Since I've experienced it once or twice. It has frozen my heart solid What moves through my veins now is ice.

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC

the-consonance-in-dissonance

Snow.

"It’s the things we love most, that destroy us." Is the quote that keeps resonating in my head. I heard it in last night's movie And it fills me up with dread. I can say it's true Since I've experienced it once or twice. It has frozen my heart solid What moves through my veins now is ice.

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She knelt and she pleaded For a world of peace She knelt and she pleaded To save a friend in need She fought for what is right While giving all her power and might Yet there's still the anger Gripping her tight It hurt her To see how her world is fooled By a prideful man Who continues the feud She has accepted the offer Of death itself For she knows who she is And she is the Mockingjay

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC

camille-paguirigan

The Mockingjay

She knelt and she pleaded For a world of peace She knelt and she pleaded To save a friend in need She fought for what is right While giving all her power and might Yet there's still the anger Gripping her tight It hurt her To see how her world is fooled By a prideful man Who continues the feud She has accepted the offer Of death itself For she knows who she is And she is the Mockingjay

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The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13.Whips, chains, axes, i could hear everything.The sound of a man's head been chopped off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short.This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling.I stand here, my seventeen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered.My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister and my baby brother.I couldn't cry, all my tears had been wasted for tears.My face stained with blood and tears.I hear the peacekeeper coming towards me.I can tell them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them.My breathing quickens, what if they **** me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day.I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop.I try not to make any sound.Not to move.I wish i could just run away from them.But that makes them to **** me more, by shooting me with their guns.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

Danica

District 13

The screams of men, women and children flooded the blood filled streets of District 13.Whips, chains, axes, i could hear everything.The sound of a man's head been chopped off, a baby screaming for it's mother suddenly cut short.This is what the Capitol does to us, for rebelling.I stand here, my seventeen year self watching as everyone I know is brutally murdered.My mother, my eldest sister, my youngest sister and my baby brother.I couldn't cry, all my tears had been wasted for tears.My face stained with blood and tears.I hear the peacekeeper coming towards me.I can tell them by the sound of their heavy white boots crushing the rocks beneath them.My breathing quickens, what if they **** me? I'll be brutally murdered, never to see the light of day.I gulp as I hear their footsteps stop.I try not to make any sound.Not to move.I wish i could just run away from them.But that makes them to **** me more, by shooting me with their guns.

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Ophelia has flower petals growing beneath her tongue, and I can taste honeysuckle when I kiss her. There are highways in the grooves of her hips. I like to trace them, and get lost somewhere between intimate whispers and an unsteady heartbeat. Ophelia has a mocking jay stuck in her throat, and it sings to me when she finds herself stuck in tangled vines and dwindling self-confidence. She weeps at least an ocean a day, and that's more than my diminutive hands can catch. I think I'd like to spend a few eternities exploring the peculiar jungles of Ophelia.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC

you-have-bewitched-me

My Ophelia

Ophelia has flower petals growing beneath her tongue, and I can taste honeysuckle when I kiss her. There are highways in the grooves of her hips. I like to trace them, and get lost somewhere between intimate whispers and an unsteady heartbeat. Ophelia has a mocking jay stuck in her throat, and it sings to me when she finds herself stuck in tangled vines and dwindling self-confidence. She weeps at least an ocean a day, and that's more than my diminutive hands can catch. I think I'd like to spend a few eternities exploring the peculiar jungles of Ophelia.

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