"anabelle" poems - Hello Poetry

xii. big hips; small hips and long, skinny legs people and the worlds inside them pointing at the screen which movie should we watch? the last time i watched movie alone was divergent it was an insane ride and my parents picked me up knowing i had lost a thing but they didn't ask and i didn't tell i was ***** by poetry -- i am holy just like lilith, eve, and mary -- watch out i am trying to heal so what if i am romanticizing illness! i am not ill enough to lose my eyes see clear anabelle, tickets sold out the people; in hijab, in short skirt in high heels and slippers their faces i see them clear it looks the same like that friday just feels different it has been months a relatively insane ride so cathartic my land may well be a big cathedral or some sweet mosque with all the gods praying to each other with cold soup in their tongue and stale milk they offer to the homeless like us, you know home isn't really the walls and roof that keep you from rain and sundust home is the rain and dust and your sunburned hands and the acnes on your face and the wounds on your knees you got when you were learning to bike

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Oct 9, 2014

Oct 9, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC

Pea

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xii. big hips; small hips and long, skinny legs people and the worlds inside them pointing at the screen which movie should we watch? the last time i watched movie alone was divergent it was an insane ride and my parents picked me up knowing i had lost a thing but they didn't ask and i didn't tell i was ***** by poetry -- i am holy just like lilith, eve, and mary -- watch out i am trying to heal so what if i am romanticizing illness! i am not ill enough to lose my eyes see clear anabelle, tickets sold out the people; in hijab, in short skirt in high heels and slippers their faces i see them clear it looks the same like that friday just feels different it has been months a relatively insane ride so cathartic my land may well be a big cathedral or some sweet mosque with all the gods praying to each other with cold soup in their tongue and stale milk they offer to the homeless like us, you know home isn't really the walls and roof that keep you from rain and sundust home is the rain and dust and your sunburned hands and the acnes on your face and the wounds on your knees you got when you were learning to bike

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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.

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC

train-

hush innocent child

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.

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I saw her in the bushes, A fairy, golden and giggling at me, She whispered 'follow me', 'I have a secret world to show you you see', We walked to a secret oak, I was mesmerised everytime she spoke, We journeyed down the path, And found the fairies hiding place, There was about twenty, glowing and full of grace. Now you've seen us you can never leave, For others wouldn't believe. 'My name's Anabelle and this is Steve'. :) The two fairies danced in celebration, 'Welcome to our world.'

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC

laura-williams

Kidnapped By Fairies

I saw her in the bushes, A fairy, golden and giggling at me, She whispered 'follow me', 'I have a secret world to show you you see', We walked to a secret oak, I was mesmerised everytime she spoke, We journeyed down the path, And found the fairies hiding place, There was about twenty, glowing and full of grace. Now you've seen us you can never leave, For others wouldn't believe. 'My name's Anabelle and this is Steve'. :) The two fairies danced in celebration, 'Welcome to our world.'

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1. I slither under flesh like cool breezes under sheets goosebumps haunt skin blanketed by the shadow of a serpent all forked tongues and vampiric teeth 2. Sultry is Madame Night when she pulls her veil over her brow musky perfume is spellbinding and perverse boys will play rough under the full moon tonight 3. His irises swell and swim when the stars return his gaze head back in a pantomime of defeat there is an abyss surging within his body the threat of overflow is sensual 4. Ghoulish girls adorned in faux fur and red lipstick are on the prowl cemeteries and Poe are all they know of romance Anabelle Lee's young orphan lies weeping

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC

emma-jewel

In Honor of the Night

1. I slither under flesh like cool breezes under sheets goosebumps haunt skin blanketed by the shadow of a serpent all forked tongues and vampiric teeth 2. Sultry is Madame Night when she pulls her veil over her brow musky perfume is spellbinding and perverse boys will play rough under the full moon tonight 3. His irises swell and swim when the stars return his gaze head back in a pantomime of defeat there is an abyss surging within his body the threat of overflow is sensual 4. Ghoulish girls adorned in faux fur and red lipstick are on the prowl cemeteries and Poe are all they know of romance Anabelle Lee's young orphan lies weeping

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During nights where no man dare to go... Lies a path that leads to Woe... A print of limbs in naked snow, From where did once a red river flow. Ever wandering, did she so fastly... Away from places that are so ghastly.. Beyond the reach of boney fingers. Where the evil eye no longer lingers. Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright In a place deprived from light... Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold. Her life is thrown into the fold. Winter gives her final kiss a farewell for now, for 't is Death that softly whispers of love. Heavens cry above and hell shrieks down below Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow. To suffer the eye no longer, no longer, Made her deadly desire that much stronger. Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath.. Suckling from the breast of Mother Death... Her corpse now bows so very brave, towards the symphonies that come forth from her grave.

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

StygianAbyss

A mother's love (Ode to Edgar Allan Poe)

During nights where no man dare to go... Lies a path that leads to Woe... A print of limbs in naked snow, From where did once a red river flow. Ever wandering, did she so fastly... Away from places that are so ghastly.. Beyond the reach of boney fingers. Where the evil eye no longer lingers. Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright In a place deprived from light... Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold. Her life is thrown into the fold. Winter gives her final kiss a farewell for now, for 't is Death that softly whispers of love. Heavens cry above and hell shrieks down below Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow. To suffer the eye no longer, no longer, Made her deadly desire that much stronger. Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath.. Suckling from the breast of Mother Death... Her corpse now bows so very brave, towards the symphonies that come forth from her grave.

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