"baracade" poems - Hello Poetry

Dream after dream and there's a lot, Please after please until he got up and ran out... Ever sense that day my feet been free of old routs, Old shouts and too much of digging except climbing out. Oh I loved how the chains became my mouth and the dirt was the best way to sleep with dead things that never would speak out. They blow trees now just get away Without even running somewhere to make there demons shake, I have broken the curse and every way of baracade I break like I'm the gate! Whoever needs to just leave there's always an escape... I open the door to a new place when I fall down stop what I'm doing and PRAY. Hope somebody will listen to me....>.> You can stay here Runaway Leave from town Runaway You can hold on Runaway Stand your ground Runaway If you don't take your chances there's no way you'll never know..

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Jan 9, 2014

Jan 9, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC

christian-zeal

Runaway

Dream after dream and there's a lot, Please after please until he got up and ran out... Ever sense that day my feet been free of old routs, Old shouts and too much of digging except climbing out. Oh I loved how the chains became my mouth and the dirt was the best way to sleep with dead things that never would speak out. They blow trees now just get away Without even running somewhere to make there demons shake, I have broken the curse and every way of baracade I break like I'm the gate! Whoever needs to just leave there's always an escape... I open the door to a new place when I fall down stop what I'm doing and PRAY. Hope somebody will listen to me....>.> You can stay here Runaway Leave from town Runaway You can hold on Runaway Stand your ground Runaway If you don't take your chances there's no way you'll never know..

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This is killing me. You are killing me. You sick little **** I'm not going to answer your calls. It is making me feel like I'm in a baracade. And you have opened fire. You're trying to luer me out With ****** voicemails "Baby I wanna **** you". "I love it when you scream no". "Make me a sandwhich doll face". "Let me **** you to death". I will rip out my own heart before I answer. Before I leave my bunker. **** off you sadist pig.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC

itsfinemom

General

This is killing me. You are killing me. You sick little **** I'm not going to answer your calls. It is making me feel like I'm in a baracade. And you have opened fire. You're trying to luer me out With ****** voicemails "Baby I wanna **** you". "I love it when you scream no". "Make me a sandwhich doll face". "Let me **** you to death". I will rip out my own heart before I answer. Before I leave my bunker. **** off you sadist pig.

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The way you left Was more than I ever needed to know. Ammunition enough to baracade myself from you For eternity And more. So why does my heart still act like a bird I've locked in a cage, Stolen from its home. Relentlessly whispering That one day it will escape, Find it's way back to you.

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC

alexandra-lp

Futile Rationality

The way you left Was more than I ever needed to know. Ammunition enough to baracade myself from you For eternity And more. So why does my heart still act like a bird I've locked in a cage, Stolen from its home. Relentlessly whispering That one day it will escape, Find it's way back to you.

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You're constantly making room for people in your life who just pick up and leave with more than they came with Hide your heart Stitch it back on your sleeve Hold the door open for those that want to go and then slam it shut baracade the door before you have nothing left

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC

mxxnlight

WHAT YOU MAKE ROOM FOR

You're constantly making room for people in your life who just pick up and leave with more than they came with Hide your heart Stitch it back on your sleeve Hold the door open for those that want to go and then slam it shut baracade the door before you have nothing left

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My hair is everywhere. And I like infidelities, You know, Like the song. Taking you somewhere. There are pictures that speak louder than a thousand words combined. The stories lie in my eyes. That certain look that gets you every time. Little do you know that most times the pictures I take take pieces of my soul. But I'd gladly relive certain moments again. Just to feel the rushing sting of loss. Just to feel your touch. Break myself down, to build myself up. And each time the baracade around my heart gets more tough. I am no longer see through. I no longer see you. It's only a feeling if we don't forget it. Well, I don't feel a god **** thing, Because I've already forgotten you.

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC

Biscuit1389

Small

My hair is everywhere. And I like infidelities, You know, Like the song. Taking you somewhere. There are pictures that speak louder than a thousand words combined. The stories lie in my eyes. That certain look that gets you every time. Little do you know that most times the pictures I take take pieces of my soul. But I'd gladly relive certain moments again. Just to feel the rushing sting of loss. Just to feel your touch. Break myself down, to build myself up. And each time the baracade around my heart gets more tough. I am no longer see through. I no longer see you. It's only a feeling if we don't forget it. Well, I don't feel a god **** thing, Because I've already forgotten you.

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