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"lightstorm" poems
Morning has broken but she has not it had been a long night sinister fraught the stars were cut in lacerations of lace           stains of tears                       mark trails                    on her face mascara in circles mocking panda eyes multiple moments of almost self-demise wrists bound to           sadness, heart trussed to trust pain from crumbling illusions, plus that constant,           searing lust Now, on the floor, lying face down in what seemed               like blood, she starts to                  move around, as realization pours over in a thick, viscous flood: She can move her arms; for they were not                 really bound That gag in her mouth? it has dissolved into sound The sound of her voice as she gets up         from the floor opens the window bringing light             to the fore guttural noises escape deep                  from her throat and before she knows it, the room starts to float furniture circling as the energy takes         and she lets in the air              fresh as new fate her cuts balmed over          winds whipping up her hair marks from taut ropes smoothing over to bare and the light bursts in           in a blast, in a whoosh like bursts of starlight cutting in with a push they seep into shadows pulsing over the dark the howling rescinds           in an explosion of sparks blocks of pain that held her chained are knocked over and the lightstorm                 keeps coming her inner percussion just doesn't stop drumming       And as she flies through that window and unhinges the door             from its frame freedom             is now hers             forever to claim
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
lora-lee
Escape Room
Morning has broken but she has not it had been a long night sinister fraught the stars were cut in lacerations of lace           stains of tears                       mark trails                    on her face mascara in circles mocking panda eyes multiple moments of almost self-demise wrists bound to           sadness, heart trussed to trust pain from crumbling illusions, plus that constant,           searing lust Now, on the floor, lying face down in what seemed               like blood, she starts to                  move around, as realization pours over in a thick, viscous flood: She can move her arms; for they were not                 really bound That gag in her mouth? it has dissolved into sound The sound of her voice as she gets up         from the floor opens the window bringing light             to the fore guttural noises escape deep                  from her throat and before she knows it, the room starts to float furniture circling as the energy takes         and she lets in the air              fresh as new fate her cuts balmed over          winds whipping up her hair marks from taut ropes smoothing over to bare and the light bursts in           in a blast, in a whoosh like bursts of starlight cutting in with a push they seep into shadows pulsing over the dark the howling rescinds           in an explosion of sparks blocks of pain that held her chained are knocked over and the lightstorm                 keeps coming her inner percussion just doesn't stop drumming       And as she flies through that window and unhinges the door             from its frame freedom             is now hers             forever to claim
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I must be talking to you About these past few days thats been rough About how the blue skies become strange dark grey unknown About the suddenly lightstorm breaking my body About those stars who shines darkly often I must be telling you About our songs became a death march very instantly About the roll of mixtapes out of the line and playing badly About the lovebirds suddenly gone hatebirds About how naive she is whos writing these poems lately I must be watching you About how you have fallen for the beauty and ditch the poetry About how your long black coffe turns out to be a sweet lylac tea About two lost souls meet at the wrong time asking somebody About how i drunk on tears after you watch choose and dancing with the beauty.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
DuskSeas
Should (have) said
I must be talking to you About these past few days thats been rough About how the blue skies become strange dark grey unknown About the suddenly lightstorm breaking my body About those stars who shines darkly often I must be telling you About our songs became a death march very instantly About the roll of mixtapes out of the line and playing badly About the lovebirds suddenly gone hatebirds About how naive she is whos writing these poems lately I must be watching you About how you have fallen for the beauty and ditch the poetry About how your long black coffe turns out to be a sweet lylac tea About two lost souls meet at the wrong time asking somebody About how i drunk on tears after you watch choose and dancing with the beauty.
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