"oncemore" poems - Hello Poetry

Thin, white wrists. Bone white Like china And just as brittle. They make that coarse, scraping sound when they touch one another. The kind of sound that delicate, expensive teacups make when stacked The wrong way. It makes me cringe. Little blue veins kiss the surface of them, Hissing and sizzling when the air gets Too close Like tiny snakes. These wrists Have made promises. They have Borne loads. These wrists have snapped like twigs Under the weight of a heavy, Punishing love. But, pressed back together the way they'd been, They hardened oncemore Like stone And the cracks and fissures Sank inside again And smooth, unmarred, delicate white skin emerged To begin the process over. At night the snakes whisper and murmur against my cheek in their sleep And sometimes, quite suddenly, They sink in their fangs And I awaken with a start, A sharp pain radiating out to my fingertips Like a shock. Last night I felt their strikes by the hour One, Two, Three, more. And this morning a strange... fullness Began in my wrists And seeped out Up along my arms Through my collarbones and down Into my heart. Perhaps it was the venom Working But where it spread I Settled Like an old stone wall. Like the halls of a castle That has seen too much death And too many kings. I sank into myself For the first time And the ground felt heavily solid And I felt Only the hollow hiss Of little blue and green serpents Dreaming inside me And that Was something like certainty, Although of what I still don't Know.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC

mikaila

Medusa

Thin, white wrists. Bone white Like china And just as brittle. They make that coarse, scraping sound when they touch one another. The kind of sound that delicate, expensive teacups make when stacked The wrong way. It makes me cringe. Little blue veins kiss the surface of them, Hissing and sizzling when the air gets Too close Like tiny snakes. These wrists Have made promises. They have Borne loads. These wrists have snapped like twigs Under the weight of a heavy, Punishing love. But, pressed back together the way they'd been, They hardened oncemore Like stone And the cracks and fissures Sank inside again And smooth, unmarred, delicate white skin emerged To begin the process over. At night the snakes whisper and murmur against my cheek in their sleep And sometimes, quite suddenly, They sink in their fangs And I awaken with a start, A sharp pain radiating out to my fingertips Like a shock. Last night I felt their strikes by the hour One, Two, Three, more. And this morning a strange... fullness Began in my wrists And seeped out Up along my arms Through my collarbones and down Into my heart. Perhaps it was the venom Working But where it spread I Settled Like an old stone wall. Like the halls of a castle That has seen too much death And too many kings. I sank into myself For the first time And the ground felt heavily solid And I felt Only the hollow hiss Of little blue and green serpents Dreaming inside me And that Was something like certainty, Although of what I still don't Know.

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in a cluster of trees beneath fingers of sunlight a forgotten cemetery lies decrepit beside an old back road named after an indian tribe most people are afraid of being forgotten but i wish to be buried in the forgotten cemetery surrounded by crooked stakes of rusted wraught iron engulfed by ivy and i wish to let the earth consume me oncemore

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC

lucidpetal

consume

in a cluster of trees beneath fingers of sunlight a forgotten cemetery lies decrepit beside an old back road named after an indian tribe most people are afraid of being forgotten but i wish to be buried in the forgotten cemetery surrounded by crooked stakes of rusted wraught iron engulfed by ivy and i wish to let the earth consume me oncemore

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I can't beat the anxiety the way my joints shake even when I'm asleep or how my skin itches to be scratched every time I dig myself a little deeper these summer days make me smile and forget I am happy, for a moment but in a breath euphoria gone. I want it to stop I want to stand still tired of making promises tired of making plans tired of believing in something that will make this better It doesn't exist or if It does - it's too late.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC

nicole-carpenter

Oncemore

I can't beat the anxiety the way my joints shake even when I'm asleep or how my skin itches to be scratched every time I dig myself a little deeper these summer days make me smile and forget I am happy, for a moment but in a breath euphoria gone. I want it to stop I want to stand still tired of making promises tired of making plans tired of believing in something that will make this better It doesn't exist or if It does - it's too late.

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twisted and dark the demon in my mind i reflect an angel but inside i am dying my rivers have all flooded and now they're dry and i thought i was drowning but now i must die i do not want life and i do not wish for death but i do hope for a medium inbetween where i can stop floating in the abyss of my angst mind filled with sorrow and guilt for merely being alive i wonder what normal people are like but i will never know because if you want a definition for insanity, then look no further than into my own mind sometimes it's a good time it causes for uncomfortable poems that only the dark will understand that only the people who grieve and mourn at breathing the one's who have thorns poking their eyes us who see beauty in death we romanticize the things others fear we are poets we write poetry about the things we secretly thrive off of we write poetry when we are staring into space at 2 in the morning we write about the silence we write about all of the bad things we write about all of the good things we write thats all we do and sometimes we laugh and sometimes we'd rather be dead than move our fingers onto paper oncemore but as poets our duty is to be the disturbed and the ****** and i will do my best at making your skin rise because by now im more than used to the feeling of things shattering inside of my own bones and i will tear you limb from limb and lick my fingers when the blood is still fresh uncomfortable yet?

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC

sage-short

A Tribute to Poe

twisted and dark the demon in my mind i reflect an angel but inside i am dying my rivers have all flooded and now they're dry and i thought i was drowning but now i must die i do not want life and i do not wish for death but i do hope for a medium inbetween where i can stop floating in the abyss of my angst mind filled with sorrow and guilt for merely being alive i wonder what normal people are like but i will never know because if you want a definition for insanity, then look no further than into my own mind sometimes it's a good time it causes for uncomfortable poems that only the dark will understand that only the people who grieve and mourn at breathing the one's who have thorns poking their eyes us who see beauty in death we romanticize the things others fear we are poets we write poetry about the things we secretly thrive off of we write poetry when we are staring into space at 2 in the morning we write about the silence we write about all of the bad things we write about all of the good things we write thats all we do and sometimes we laugh and sometimes we'd rather be dead than move our fingers onto paper oncemore but as poets our duty is to be the disturbed and the ****** and i will do my best at making your skin rise because by now im more than used to the feeling of things shattering inside of my own bones and i will tear you limb from limb and lick my fingers when the blood is still fresh uncomfortable yet?

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*She stops and stares arm raised, fist formed breath quiet and foreboding one knock is all it takes yet moments pass 'til silence pushes her away oncemore*

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Aug 5, 2017

Aug 5, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC

InsomniaWriter

One Knock Is All It Takes

*She stops and stares arm raised, fist formed breath quiet and foreboding one knock is all it takes yet moments pass 'til silence pushes her away oncemore*

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You held me close to you You were real, pure and true I couldn't cross the street alone You loved me through skin and bone I wasn't allowed to bike to school Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool You held my hand a little too tight Until I wanted to escape with all my might And then you let go I was free, was I though? I could finally prove who I was! That I was strong, not made of glass I wanted to prove my independancy To outdo ever single tendency Graduate, live all alone at last But... everything got ruined past I forgot just this one little detail Something that daily made me pale Being able to do things alone doesn't necessarily make you grown It means you're always by your own It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone I begged you to help me, to love the source And like a prince on a white horse There you were at the rescue But the damage was due How adult I was, I was still a child Prince, you dropped me back in the wild And wild it was, it broke my soul All I wanted was for you to see my hoal I asked it her oncemore My pure, silver core Begged to take me back At minimums I was back on deck We fought everyday for stupid things Yet you still expected those tight clings We fought and we yelled You held me tighly, I relled And alone I am still to this day Who can offer me love to stay? Can't you be my mother again I'm begging you now and when But you turn me down at every sight Alone I am, to the world I'll fight ______________________________ Keiri - written by Keiri A little biography

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Nov 3, 2019

Nov 3, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC

Keiri

You held me close to you You were real, pure and true I couldn't cross the street alone You loved me through skin and bone I wasn't allowed to bike to school Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool You held my hand a little too tight Until I wanted to escape with all my might And then you let go I was free, was I though? I could finally prove who I was! That I was strong, not made of glass I wanted to prove my independancy To outdo ever single tendency Graduate, live all alone at last But... everything got ruined past I forgot just this one little detail Something that daily made me pale Being able to do things alone doesn't necessarily make you grown It means you're always by your own It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone I begged you to help me, to love the source And like a prince on a white horse There you were at the rescue But the damage was due How adult I was, I was still a child Prince, you dropped me back in the wild And wild it was, it broke my soul All I wanted was for you to see my hoal I asked it her oncemore My pure, silver core Begged to take me back At minimums I was back on deck We fought everyday for stupid things Yet you still expected those tight clings We fought and we yelled You held me tighly, I relled And alone I am still to this day Who can offer me love to stay? Can't you be my mother again I'm begging you now and when But you turn me down at every sight Alone I am, to the world I'll fight ______________________________ Keiri - written by Keiri A little biography

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Scratched my ears, licked my nose. Hopped along, tail arose. Fur is clean, eyes are wet. Belly is filled, but not full yet. Grass is green again today Keeping my cubs at bay. Trees are once more tall. Hiding in the hedge, my own wall. Strange sounds are following my tail. Sun goes and welcomes the hail. Food runs out, cubs are dying. Just lost my son, by a bird flying. There's food in a can, silver alined. A thrilling noise, the can chined. Lost my daughter, a man is near. Hair in my neck rises of fear. Last son died of the cold. I remember last year, losing one on mold. Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in. I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin. My tail grabbed high, by man again. But he's a bit different, this little man. He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak. He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak. It must be a cub, of a human sort. He's not just tiny, but really short. He's wet with drool. He looks like a fool. I don't care, I bite him anyway. A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay. To think he'd let go of my tail. Gripping firmer I can only wail. Time passed by, in a room full of bars. This is better however, living with the stars. I'm always fed and clean. No one here is mean. I must say I was mistaken in men. Still bite 'em, that who I am. Passed by several times. Seen many bars and chimes. Until the forest meets me oncemore. No humancub, just green's core. A bang as loud as a roar. In front of me, a bleeding boar. Running from the familiar foes. I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes. Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu. By the hands of a killer, I can see him through. He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me. The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my *** The one I held and held me back. Loved me, did I love enough or lack? For him to look at me with those eyes. A glare ready to send me to the skies. A glare that once loved me. A glare that once set me free. Someone to see me as a pet. To love me as a friend. My throat feels wet... This is the end.

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Nov 19, 2019

Nov 19, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC

Keiri

Love me, Touch me, Wear me

Scratched my ears, licked my nose. Hopped along, tail arose. Fur is clean, eyes are wet. Belly is filled, but not full yet. Grass is green again today Keeping my cubs at bay. Trees are once more tall. Hiding in the hedge, my own wall. Strange sounds are following my tail. Sun goes and welcomes the hail. Food runs out, cubs are dying. Just lost my son, by a bird flying. There's food in a can, silver alined. A thrilling noise, the can chined. Lost my daughter, a man is near. Hair in my neck rises of fear. Last son died of the cold. I remember last year, losing one on mold. Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in. I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin. My tail grabbed high, by man again. But he's a bit different, this little man. He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak. He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak. It must be a cub, of a human sort. He's not just tiny, but really short. He's wet with drool. He looks like a fool. I don't care, I bite him anyway. A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay. To think he'd let go of my tail. Gripping firmer I can only wail. Time passed by, in a room full of bars. This is better however, living with the stars. I'm always fed and clean. No one here is mean. I must say I was mistaken in men. Still bite 'em, that who I am. Passed by several times. Seen many bars and chimes. Until the forest meets me oncemore. No humancub, just green's core. A bang as loud as a roar. In front of me, a bleeding boar. Running from the familiar foes. I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes. Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu. By the hands of a killer, I can see him through. He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me. The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my *** The one I held and held me back. Loved me, did I love enough or lack? For him to look at me with those eyes. A glare ready to send me to the skies. A glare that once loved me. A glare that once set me free. Someone to see me as a pet. To love me as a friend. My throat feels wet... This is the end.

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