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train- May 2015
ed,
i "don't" know what me and my
"little bird" would do without you cause'
"uni" "take it back" to
"grade 8"as you
" kiss me" under the light of "all of the stars" cause'
"i see fire" when we both collide
and this "lego house" we had built for
me you and this "small bump"
so please don't "runaway"
but if you do i understand cause'
"even my dad does sometimes"
but don't fly away forever like a
"firefly" cause in the mornin' we'll sip some
"cold coffee" or we can get "drunk"
and you could "give me love"
but you'd have to "wake me up"
cause after all i am on "the a team"
watching as "one" of the "autumn leaves"
fall slowly down
and i realize that "im a mess"
so please don't "runaway"
we could take a "photograph" with
"the man" and "Nina"
or we could look at the "tenerife sea" while
we acknowledge our "afire love" and then i will
pull up my "shirtsleeves" and you can
feel my "bloodstream"
and maybe we could "sing"

what? i guess this whole time i was "thinking out loud"
Ed Sheeran is my inspiration, I really have to say he is my all time favorite musician. Thanks to Ed for helping me through 7 years of my life ♥
train- May 2015
"Wake up, wake up" a gentle force on my shoulder awoke me.
"What's your name? What's your name? What's your name?" The Doctor told me.

I blinked, and I blinked, and I blinked three times.
I didn't know, didn't know, that I was out of my mind.

I saw the tears, saw the tears, saw the tears rush down.
"Who is she, who is she?" the hands felt around.

I blink blink blinked twice and a third.
My soul was free, free as a bird.

I clenched my fists and cleared my throat.
All eyes looked at me in a empty hope.

"My name is Scarlet, scarlet as red"
"Red as blood, blood instead"

Joyful screams filled my ears.
People jumping, filled with cheers.

What was wrong? I wondered.
Little did I know I was in a blunder.

I had amnesia and I didn't remember
That I had forgot.
train- May 2015
the way your hands intertwine with mine

to sing, to dance, to watch "frasier" weekly...

it's heaven and hell in our washing machine

though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly

of one thousand listless summers, lilting

for no other beverage is quite as divine

dancing and singing...
train- May 2015
the door slams shut

i hear the sound of mommy and daddy yelling.

cursing. i hear mommy screaming daddies name.

silence

i hear the quiet footsteps, boots dragging across the carpet floor.

"anabelle" daddy yelled.

i hushed, wanting to cry.

what happened to mommy, i wondered.

i heard the pound on the door

"anabelle LET ME IN" this always happened.

i thought i was daddies little girl.

he was intoxicated, the known smell entered my nose.

he sweared multiple times, tears rushing down my cheeks.

i heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

"come out with your hands up, paul!"

daddies name was called.

he banged harder on the closet door, until it finally fell to pieces.

"anabelle!" he screamed angrily in my face.

the police was right behind him, and i didn't say a single word.

"let her go" and i was dropped like a penny.

i saw my mommy on the floor like a rag doll.

battered and bruised, but beautiful.

but now, she was gone.
train- May 2015
I am as...
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Quick as a leapord
Slow as a snail
Small as a mouse
Large as a giant
Nice as a bath
Mean as a cat
Cool as myself
Hot as myself
Weak as poultry
Strong as glad
Wild as a bear
Calm as a wave
Just a silly little poem.
train- May 2015
In summertime, our love is delicate, like lilacs floating in the breeze. In wintertime, our love is warm — it races from arm to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is tender — two people dancing in the sun. If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the falling rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like violet petals on the iris. When autumn leaves fall, our love is copper, shining bright like a sunset.

From easter till new years our love will continue to delight. From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
train- May 2015
Baby,

but hear what we'll find

things are not always as they appear

throw out the oranges and eat the rind
I just updated a few poems for days of inactivity. Enjoy ♥
train- May 2015
The night howled at me in pitch black

So save my soul, you creature of the night

Reality is a staircase leading nowhere

Lambent in the sepulcher the buried moonlight
train- May 2015
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
Over the blank pages
She dotted down the words
She had not courage to speak
She drew her feelings
On the empty sheet of her notebook.

One day she ran out of pages
So she drew along her hands
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
The doodles of how it used to be
While the breeze gently touched her hair
The beat of a song flowing through her ears.

And then one day she ran out of hands.
So she wrote daily encouragements along her arms and legs
Her mama yelled and told her she was silly, she would get poisoned.
And she just kept writing.

Until one day she ran out of arms and legs.
So she started to doodle down her chest and on her face.
But then she realized she was doing it all wrong.

Scribble Scrabble Scratch.
She washed her hands, and her arms, and legs, and chest, and face.
She then picked up a phone and started calling various companies.

Scribble Scrabble Dot.
There she was, at her autobiography book signing.
She put down her pen she got from her father at the age of 4,
And held up the book that had her face plastered across it.
She smiled and held her book up I'm triumph.

Scribble Scrabble Dot.
I just really had a feeling for this one, so I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to everyone who had checked out my poem "understatement" because I love you ♥
train- Jul 2015
stop whining
about that mascara
that smeared on
your pretty little
face

stop exaggerating
that one small
bruise on your
knee you got
two weeks ago

because some people
have a bruise on their
empty little scarred
hearts they can't fix

there is no bandage
for the hurt,
the pain,
and the suffering
train- May 2015
A glare of sunshine touches my face
Awaking me from my deep slumber
I yawn, the cool air fills my lungs.
A sweet aroma of syrup fills my nostrils.
It's finally summer.
Just a cool, sweet, and short poem for anyone's enjoyment. I know I'm ready to ditch the backpacks and bring in the pool noodles!
train- May 2015
My heart ached in my chest.
It was swelling up, finally getting ready to shatter into millions of pieces.
Tears wanted to drip out of my eyes.
My breathing sped, as I tried to control my breathing.
inhale   exhale inhale exhale
What if I stopped?
What if I stopped thinking about breathing?
Would I stop breathing?

A wise man once said "crying doesn't help a problem "
So I held my tears, until I absolutely needed them.

Until my pain was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10.
Until my pain was Unbearable.
I kinda got inspired by the movie of The Fault in Our Stars for this one. I am really enjoying writing poetry for everyone who wants to listen!
train- May 2015
the pain.

she envied the movie star like glistening smile.

she wanted to be like the girls who were carefree.

she wanted to be beautiful.

but beautiful to her was thin.

it started when someone called her fat.

"am I?" she wondered.

so she starved herself, maybe eating a ******* or two after mama told her.

but she spit them back up because she couldn't help it.

she wanted to be like the pretty school cheerleaders.

and she hated herself.

each time she stepped on the scale she cried.

the numbers soon went from 88 to 89

"im doing it wrong" she thought.

and she continued on going day by day with water.

swallowing and spitting back up.

eating more and more.

and spitting it back up.

she was slowly going insane, day by day.

she started slicing her wrists like meat.

she started crying herself to sleep.

she became empty of adrenaline.

she didn't want to wake up anymore.

i guess you could say that

pain, is an understatement.
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