#subscribe - Hello Poetry

This' heart's a jukebox Darling buds of may If you love him Clap your hands If you know you hate him too You love him Clap your hands If you can't get enough There'll nothing left share If you don't love him Then dump him If you can, Polly... Polly (The Poem) Love can be annoying But, annoying can be lovely Women You are beautiful Look at a mirror Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC

aditya-roy

Tis' Heart's A Jukebox- A Beautiful City Lit Song

This' heart's a jukebox Darling buds of may If you love him Clap your hands If you know you hate him too You love him Clap your hands If you can't get enough There'll nothing left share If you don't love him Then dump him If you can, Polly... Polly (The Poem) Love can be annoying But, annoying can be lovely Women You are beautiful Look at a mirror Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.

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Nov 30, 2018

Nov 30, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC

LimitingBounds

my turn to help

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And this is what I do What a child am I The moment a social gathering is mentioned Or I meet another with similar Creative interests I become crippled and inferior Shaking in my boots My voice shrinks My mind is domed by a hovering cloud Dark and Endless My eyes become dry No ,they don't soak With salty tears They stare Off into the sad abyss That is my reflection My eyes are paralyzed By silent thoughts That have no voice But the most physical effect A caved in chest Heavy breathing Every bit of my strength Refusing to scratch out my eyes And pull out my hair Because that Would just add on to the migraine I have been dragging on and on Much like the cigarettes People are so confused on why I smoke Don't you see? I am terribly self destructive My world opens up And I shut down

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Shut Down

And this is what I do What a child am I The moment a social gathering is mentioned Or I meet another with similar Creative interests I become crippled and inferior Shaking in my boots My voice shrinks My mind is domed by a hovering cloud Dark and Endless My eyes become dry No ,they don't soak With salty tears They stare Off into the sad abyss That is my reflection My eyes are paralyzed By silent thoughts That have no voice But the most physical effect A caved in chest Heavy breathing Every bit of my strength Refusing to scratch out my eyes And pull out my hair Because that Would just add on to the migraine I have been dragging on and on Much like the cigarettes People are so confused on why I smoke Don't you see? I am terribly self destructive My world opens up And I shut down

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She lights up with innocence But is tempted by a rebellious bone Small and sweet But has had only one love An aching heart pain It sends shockwaves to the brain That puts her in lockdown No way in No way out The poor thing When good comes along She dances and sings But soon enough She stops and thinks Ponders the scary things With no knowledge on how to jump Leap from the cliff Have faith that destiny will catch her She sways and grooves along Until she finds her song

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Her Song

She lights up with innocence But is tempted by a rebellious bone Small and sweet But has had only one love An aching heart pain It sends shockwaves to the brain That puts her in lockdown No way in No way out The poor thing When good comes along She dances and sings But soon enough She stops and thinks Ponders the scary things With no knowledge on how to jump Leap from the cliff Have faith that destiny will catch her She sways and grooves along Until she finds her song

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Are they treating you well there? I'm sure my home Is nothing compared to yours People here drag their feet And curse standing in line I'm sure your neighbors say hello And I always thought That maybe, there, where you are, Is quiet No highways or sirens No bad news I wish I was there I would never desire your return here It's too messy You have been stripped of chaos Worry, doubt, and pain We all felt it a bit when you left The pain Especially your children. I saw such worry in his eyes And she lost her spark for a while But they had us to lean on Their whole family The kids' smiles I think that was the real step The real thing that helped Because they have no idea They just know they are alive And are really happy about it. The thing is Though Its been a minute since you left I still can't detect your absence Sure, I get sad that I cant physically see you But I feel you And we speak in my dreams You always talk to me When I was at my worst You told me It would be alright You encouraged me to get an education And you were on those bleaches when I fell in agony Nanny, Poppy, Grandma I love you so much Without you, I just don't think I would have made it And I'm sorry I started trying after you were gone I wish I did it while you were still here But I know you know You hold the babies while they sleep Comfort my mom and dad When they are slumped in a chair Stressed with life And are helping us grandkids make the right choices So we can venture into this world of uncertainty With at least one reassurance That no matter where we go or what we do Our family has such an unbreakable bond Death could never intervene We miss you We feel you We love you

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Miss You

Are they treating you well there? I'm sure my home Is nothing compared to yours People here drag their feet And curse standing in line I'm sure your neighbors say hello And I always thought That maybe, there, where you are, Is quiet No highways or sirens No bad news I wish I was there I would never desire your return here It's too messy You have been stripped of chaos Worry, doubt, and pain We all felt it a bit when you left The pain Especially your children. I saw such worry in his eyes And she lost her spark for a while But they had us to lean on Their whole family The kids' smiles I think that was the real step The real thing that helped Because they have no idea They just know they are alive And are really happy about it. The thing is Though Its been a minute since you left I still can't detect your absence Sure, I get sad that I cant physically see you But I feel you And we speak in my dreams You always talk to me When I was at my worst You told me It would be alright You encouraged me to get an education And you were on those bleaches when I fell in agony Nanny, Poppy, Grandma I love you so much Without you, I just don't think I would have made it And I'm sorry I started trying after you were gone I wish I did it while you were still here But I know you know You hold the babies while they sleep Comfort my mom and dad When they are slumped in a chair Stressed with life And are helping us grandkids make the right choices So we can venture into this world of uncertainty With at least one reassurance That no matter where we go or what we do Our family has such an unbreakable bond Death could never intervene We miss you We feel you We love you

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I may fall And spend years Building my brittle bones to stand up With indented red knees Your hand sitting in front of my eyes I am left speechless Besides, I would much rather show you hat I am stronger than you think The incoming tides of my insecurities, They restrict me My crash is silent How are you even able to turn around? Willing to see me on the ground Now I feel a burden Causing a sting in the steps You have been taking, consistently I suggest you leave this be For a crippling collapse is easy for me To not recover Just to sit and stop breathing But with a sunlight smile you say, "You have beautiful knees. Stand up and let them breathe Be clear of dirt Clear of scars You are not hurt Your mind is armed" I am giving all I am now To keep my feet on the ground Still shaking and scared You're still breathing Still there Kiss my wounds Lead the way Teach me to be brave

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Guardian

I may fall And spend years Building my brittle bones to stand up With indented red knees Your hand sitting in front of my eyes I am left speechless Besides, I would much rather show you hat I am stronger than you think The incoming tides of my insecurities, They restrict me My crash is silent How are you even able to turn around? Willing to see me on the ground Now I feel a burden Causing a sting in the steps You have been taking, consistently I suggest you leave this be For a crippling collapse is easy for me To not recover Just to sit and stop breathing But with a sunlight smile you say, "You have beautiful knees. Stand up and let them breathe Be clear of dirt Clear of scars You are not hurt Your mind is armed" I am giving all I am now To keep my feet on the ground Still shaking and scared You're still breathing Still there Kiss my wounds Lead the way Teach me to be brave

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There's a brick road Barricading my sight But, nothing is for me in the distance Nothing but a colorless sunset It's only vibrant of black and white I hold my cigarette up and squint one eye To replace the sun Because the embers are my warmth They ignite the nicotine Destined for my blood They produce the smoke That will probably cause my premature death The thin layer of snow crinkles under my boots As I walk over to my old Elementary School playground I sit on a swing and let my feet drag The chains are icy Its dead silent I toss my smoke to the white powder Then laugh. It looks like ******* ******* **** it looks like ******* ******* I'm the last left. Friends moved away, Others OD'd We couldn't trust each other anymore Not like we used to Not like when we first all met here I was on this swing actually. Tommy and Sarah came up to ask for an opinion. Do little girls have ***** like big ladies? We were **** out of luck from the start Even as second graders we were sadistic. Throwing rocks at the fat kids Kissing under the slide where teachers couldn't find us I cant feel my face I don't want to be the last one I pull out a cigarette This is my last one I better head home

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Playground Memories

There's a brick road Barricading my sight But, nothing is for me in the distance Nothing but a colorless sunset It's only vibrant of black and white I hold my cigarette up and squint one eye To replace the sun Because the embers are my warmth They ignite the nicotine Destined for my blood They produce the smoke That will probably cause my premature death The thin layer of snow crinkles under my boots As I walk over to my old Elementary School playground I sit on a swing and let my feet drag The chains are icy Its dead silent I toss my smoke to the white powder Then laugh. It looks like ******* ******* **** it looks like ******* ******* I'm the last left. Friends moved away, Others OD'd We couldn't trust each other anymore Not like we used to Not like when we first all met here I was on this swing actually. Tommy and Sarah came up to ask for an opinion. Do little girls have ***** like big ladies? We were **** out of luck from the start Even as second graders we were sadistic. Throwing rocks at the fat kids Kissing under the slide where teachers couldn't find us I cant feel my face I don't want to be the last one I pull out a cigarette This is my last one I better head home

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Red lights are gently painting my room Gracing half of my mattress that rests on the floor As I lean upon the window sill I send empty glances to strangers Only wishing for one to occupy my time Until my neighbor finishes stitching up holes in my dress In exchange for a pack of Marlboro Reds My frail bones are aching for validation Causing me to become desperate for the ability To throw my skin on the floor Tainted in prints And beg why Why it may only maintain it's survival With the touch of wicked sin Feeding off of high heels, drug store mascara, and soulless hands Red lights Why are there so many red lights?

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC

GypsyAshlyn

Red Light

Red lights are gently painting my room Gracing half of my mattress that rests on the floor As I lean upon the window sill I send empty glances to strangers Only wishing for one to occupy my time Until my neighbor finishes stitching up holes in my dress In exchange for a pack of Marlboro Reds My frail bones are aching for validation Causing me to become desperate for the ability To throw my skin on the floor Tainted in prints And beg why Why it may only maintain it's survival With the touch of wicked sin Feeding off of high heels, drug store mascara, and soulless hands Red lights Why are there so many red lights?

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Take all of me/ Roll me up/ Smoke me/ I could get you so high.

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC