#twinpeaks - Hello Poetry

“She’s dead! Wrapped in plastic” But her spirit is in the red room, waiting The dream man offers her a comforting hand As she dulls on the horror show of the past The angel who went ashtray has returned To take her peacefully away She breaks down and cries but laughs at the same time Because after a life of never feeling good enough Wanted or truly loved Seeing an angel made her feel worthy Laura is the happiest she’ll ever be

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Jan 13, 2021

Jan 13, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC

Poems_ofan_addict

Laura Palmer

“She’s dead! Wrapped in plastic” But her spirit is in the red room, waiting The dream man offers her a comforting hand As she dulls on the horror show of the past The angel who went ashtray has returned To take her peacefully away She breaks down and cries but laughs at the same time Because after a life of never feeling good enough Wanted or truly loved Seeing an angel made her feel worthy Laura is the happiest she’ll ever be

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Two men stood in front of me – One he used to be and one he is now. One of them told me: “I’m the lesser of two evils,” But the other reminded: “You and I, we’re not that different.” A slight fear ran up and down my spine, I loved them both but could not decide. I looked them in the eyes, so blue and so dark, Their gaze left a heart-shaped mark. A man stood in front of me – “I’m the lesser of two evils,” he said. I took him to the grave where she was laid And for the first time he was finally able to see That Laura Palmer was actually me.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC

MartaKepite

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Two men stood in front of me – One he used to be and one he is now. One of them told me: “I’m the lesser of two evils,” But the other reminded: “You and I, we’re not that different.” A slight fear ran up and down my spine, I loved them both but could not decide. I looked them in the eyes, so blue and so dark, Their gaze left a heart-shaped mark. A man stood in front of me – “I’m the lesser of two evils,” he said. I took him to the grave where she was laid And for the first time he was finally able to see That Laura Palmer was actually me.

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You spoke to me in a dream, voice like honey, "The angels won't save someone with so much devil in them." Nights of bumming cigarettes off men too old, who should know better. Welcoming the darkest of us with a thin smile, all opalescent. Lost yourself in poker chips, another wager on the poker table. Some middle aged man's fantasy- legs spread like Russian roulette, who would go with you? Appealing the sin inside of your bones, you locked your demons in a box. It's not your fault, you were murdered. you were chosen- this world tends to expire on a girl with an imbalance of hedonism & an angelic temperament. Beauty can lead us to truly dangerous places; those veins belong to you, but BOB wants to bury himself underneath your skin. Seashells mixed with bits of sand clung to your ocean blue skin, your lips looked apologetic. "I'm sorry I wasn't myself" - the town's patron saint Early morning, clouds shine down on your still frame, like a movie scene- it's cold, but you've always been a fan of snow snowflakes touch your nose in a light dust of blow. Did you ever really live? Or had you already been a ghost? Of who they all had come to love and adore.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC

nucherub

Laura Palmer (Wrapped In Plastic)

You spoke to me in a dream, voice like honey, "The angels won't save someone with so much devil in them." Nights of bumming cigarettes off men too old, who should know better. Welcoming the darkest of us with a thin smile, all opalescent. Lost yourself in poker chips, another wager on the poker table. Some middle aged man's fantasy- legs spread like Russian roulette, who would go with you? Appealing the sin inside of your bones, you locked your demons in a box. It's not your fault, you were murdered. you were chosen- this world tends to expire on a girl with an imbalance of hedonism & an angelic temperament. Beauty can lead us to truly dangerous places; those veins belong to you, but BOB wants to bury himself underneath your skin. Seashells mixed with bits of sand clung to your ocean blue skin, your lips looked apologetic. "I'm sorry I wasn't myself" - the town's patron saint Early morning, clouds shine down on your still frame, like a movie scene- it's cold, but you've always been a fan of snow snowflakes touch your nose in a light dust of blow. Did you ever really live? Or had you already been a ghost? Of who they all had come to love and adore.

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even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah. like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid / praise the lord / monster energy should sponsor me. a kickflip over the king’s *** hole & a halfcab for the looky-loos. i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings & see clear from the water tower to the bluffs. gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs, bottlerockets & girly birds. her body brings a swarm of worms. decomp, said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers. not quite the homecoming queen, still wrapped in plastic. look up. see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones? it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr all night and day. new neck tat & cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow. we target practice on a bull skull. wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff in the dry of the roofline as it dumps. there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing in puddles below the streetlamp, & oversized shoes. his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window. [whispers] she’s teaching him magic. lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled herself up, you see men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly, maybe more. & i remember her punch red lips & big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias. the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch. stole her clothes in the middle of the night, & sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists of bra and blouse. i bought ******* from that guy once or twice. harold? howard? guess who showed his face today? josiah, from unit 08. since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen. took a bee line straight for the mailbox. a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes to be seen and deciphered.

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Nov 5, 2015

Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC

CoopLee

& skullduggery at the fat trout trailer park

even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah. like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid / praise the lord / monster energy should sponsor me. a kickflip over the king’s *** hole & a halfcab for the looky-loos. i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings & see clear from the water tower to the bluffs. gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs, bottlerockets & girly birds. her body brings a swarm of worms. decomp, said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers. not quite the homecoming queen, still wrapped in plastic. look up. see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones? it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr all night and day. new neck tat & cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow. we target practice on a bull skull. wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff in the dry of the roofline as it dumps. there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing in puddles below the streetlamp, & oversized shoes. his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window. [whispers] she’s teaching him magic. lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled herself up, you see men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly, maybe more. & i remember her punch red lips & big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias. the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch. stole her clothes in the middle of the night, & sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists of bra and blouse. i bought ******* from that guy once or twice. harold? howard? guess who showed his face today? josiah, from unit 08. since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen. took a bee line straight for the mailbox. a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes to be seen and deciphered.

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