#stoplights - Hello Poetry

I was never meant to be clean Never to wear white Always tarnished or stained First it was in green As I threw my peas to the floor Then it went to red As my face welled in anger and let out a wail Then it was bright green yet again As grass stains tore their way up my legs And then red as my face was burned from too many days of sun It never was anything different Red and green, red and green Stop and go Never stay Never wait Go and stop No slowing down Maybe that’s why Christmas is so appealing to me Even with all the empty promises At least we share a color scheme I would turn green yet again As my face churned in jealousy For those with what I would never have Never get back And I would return to red And red and red and red Making me go go and go further away Further from my innocence My childhood The red that washed my Mother away That wiped away my innocence as it ran down my legs for the first time The same red that spilled from my arm as I shakily held the knife in my hand I was never to be clean again Too much red had come in between With no green in sight Nothing to keep me moving foreword Just stopped. Waiting. For what, I will never know Perhaps, for red to mean love Or passion And no longer for death and destruction Anger Maybe someday But not today. Today I’m still stopped. Just waiting for my time. Forever stained.

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC

llspencer

Christmas Trees and Traffic Lights

I was never meant to be clean Never to wear white Always tarnished or stained First it was in green As I threw my peas to the floor Then it went to red As my face welled in anger and let out a wail Then it was bright green yet again As grass stains tore their way up my legs And then red as my face was burned from too many days of sun It never was anything different Red and green, red and green Stop and go Never stay Never wait Go and stop No slowing down Maybe that’s why Christmas is so appealing to me Even with all the empty promises At least we share a color scheme I would turn green yet again As my face churned in jealousy For those with what I would never have Never get back And I would return to red And red and red and red Making me go go and go further away Further from my innocence My childhood The red that washed my Mother away That wiped away my innocence as it ran down my legs for the first time The same red that spilled from my arm as I shakily held the knife in my hand I was never to be clean again Too much red had come in between With no green in sight Nothing to keep me moving foreword Just stopped. Waiting. For what, I will never know Perhaps, for red to mean love Or passion And no longer for death and destruction Anger Maybe someday But not today. Today I’m still stopped. Just waiting for my time. Forever stained.

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No man is as attentive to stoplights as the one who must leave his loved ones.

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Jun 26, 2019

Jun 26, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC

Tenpolitus

Stoplights

No man is as attentive to stoplights as the one who must leave his loved ones.

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the red light bores into my eyes --hypnotizing me-- before bright rays slide through the dust warming my skin I see the blue melting with the yellow to form a vibrant green that signals for me my foot releases itself from the brake my momentum move me forward away from safety and then I see the headlights slowly fading to black everything is silent death feels like a mother's embrace Doesn't it? what was forgotten comes flashing back only now in sepia

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May 19, 2019

May 19, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC

windydays

auto (1/4)

the red light bores into my eyes --hypnotizing me-- before bright rays slide through the dust warming my skin I see the blue melting with the yellow to form a vibrant green that signals for me my foot releases itself from the brake my momentum move me forward away from safety and then I see the headlights slowly fading to black everything is silent death feels like a mother's embrace Doesn't it? what was forgotten comes flashing back only now in sepia

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You smell like cologne and formaldehyde. With your Day-Glo eyes, you knew I’d lied. Green lights under ****** red skies. No more cash in the bank, no more time we could buy.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC

adrianaa

Savings Accounts Couldn't Save Us

You smell like cologne and formaldehyde. With your Day-Glo eyes, you knew I’d lied. Green lights under ****** red skies. No more cash in the bank, no more time we could buy.

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I’ve been wanting to talk to you But I can’t figure out what to say Because now it’s 1am on October 1st And I’m spinning around in the t-shirt You left at my house (it still smells like you). I’m so dizzy, waiting for my eyes to focus But when they do, you’re not there. So I keep spinning and spinning. Because now it’s night time in this little city And I’m sitting awake cross-legged on my perfectly made bed And I’m tapping my thumbs To the beat of all the songs you used to sing. And I’m driving down the road To sit at the stoplights we used to Last winter when we almost fell in love. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, But I can’t figure out what to say. Maybe, “Hey, it’s me. And it’s always been you.”

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC

ashleyxtho

October 1st

I’ve been wanting to talk to you But I can’t figure out what to say Because now it’s 1am on October 1st And I’m spinning around in the t-shirt You left at my house (it still smells like you). I’m so dizzy, waiting for my eyes to focus But when they do, you’re not there. So I keep spinning and spinning. Because now it’s night time in this little city And I’m sitting awake cross-legged on my perfectly made bed And I’m tapping my thumbs To the beat of all the songs you used to sing. And I’m driving down the road To sit at the stoplights we used to Last winter when we almost fell in love. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, But I can’t figure out what to say. Maybe, “Hey, it’s me. And it’s always been you.”

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