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"realesed" poems
Stars-there only light in the sky. But what if there a resemblance of those who have died showing their souls in the sky. Painting a picture in the sky. Make art with their light. No matter how far down you get pushed down to the forest of darkness. You die with the light in your heart and are realesed. And made once again. Your light stays in the sky to paint your picture. Then your welcomed back in the world for a second chance.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Stars
Last night I talked to you It's been almost a year And to hear your voice... Tears me up inside I want to ask to see you But if I do I won't be able to let you go I was crying .. But I covered up my sobs Tried to laugh But I can't stop the pain That leaks through You ask if I'm ok I just say I've got a cold When you say goodbye I feel a part of me die And realesed it Through my sigh Curl up one my bed And cling to my head I might just explode Crumbling like old stone My heart has no insurance It was just a loan That's why I know I'm better off alone
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
I rather be alone
S he realesed a pine needle H e recieved a son. I f not the breeze T hen who? !
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
Alpine Landing (look closely)
Agonies sweat swims around the anointed like a undesired coo pool. The chorline burns our eyes with icy tears, while we wonder if well ever see the truth again. What happened when they realesed the flood of hope? All of the souls drowned like helpless pigeons trying to swim.
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
disenfranchised strikers in seattle.
paralyzing fears spark different personalities in the pit of something so much deeper than gesture you graze inside me like a caged discern waiting to be realesed you must be realesed reveal your accent to my forgein tongue never be shy in your absence I am still present still waiting with your cornacopia imposed on my judgment I'm extending my arm out to you
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:23 AM UTC
Its time to go
paralyzing fears spark different personalities in the pit of something so much deeper than gesture you graze inside me like a caged discern waiting to be realesed you must be realesed reveal your accent to my forgein tongue never be shy in your absence I am still present still waiting with your cornacopia imposed on my judgment I'm extending my arm out to you
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
A time to go
Along the trees that sit in a twisted path carved out just for me The wind blows a big gust of air realesed from lungs that rustle the leaves The stars overhead gently blanket the tree tops and give a brilliant sight And then I hear them, their strong howls break out beneath the moonlight And I smile as I walk the twisted path carved just for me Looking and observing the blur of thick colored coats I can see The thunder of their paws slapping the earths bed It echoes, reverberates inside of my head Oh my thunderous brothers howl the songs you sing Howl, please howl and bring that joy to my heart you bring
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Twisted Path of Howls
I find the world the most beautiful when it rains And I do not mean light summer drizzles with soft cotton clouds I mean earth destroying claps of thunder I find the world the most beautiful when it pours When the sky is ballpoint pen navy and the clouds onx stones The worlds utterly breathtaking when the cosmos seem to rumble and tremor The world is so gorgeous when the wind whips across skin like barbed wire tearing across the surface I am not a religious person but the closest I’ve come to believing in god is standing in the middle of his storm Palms turned to the sky drowning in his salvation singing praises of hallelujah Hallelujah thank you lord The closets I’ve come to feeling religion is seeing the tempest being realesed like a holy beast for the swell of rain is not gods tears It’s gods anguish Sputtering out in the form of bone splintering white-hot static Angels have often been portrayed as soft wispy creatures But they are really the children of typhoons Weeping their fat chilling tears into the soil For they are crying for our sins The haunting call of ***** music ripping through their vocal chords raining onto the pavement These rain drop bullets are not signs of gods sadness They are signs of gods wrath Tearing up the earth like a war zone Punishing us for our misdeeds In these times god is reducing us back to the simple creatures that we are Because not even humans can control his vexations We in these moments are brought back down to our knees in prayer Our petty ‘Forgive me father”s slipping down our tongue like water droplets Pleading begging screaming out over the crackles of lighting Screaming out over gods wrath But by God this sight of destruction is nothing but beautiful And yet The world is the most beautiful when it pours But it is utterly ethereal in its aftermath In the still clean quite like an empty chapel The sun rearing it’s head from behind wispy feather clouds All is calm For this is the worlds post-baptism It’s rejuvenation It’s rebirth Water droplets trickling down stain glass pink petals The dove re-emerges calling out its choir song The bluebird responds humming out his own hymns The closest I’ve come to believing in god is in the wake of the storm In the hush of washed out sins repainted pale blue For in this moment we are all reduced to nothing but Gods children In the peace after the storm
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Gods Wrath
I find the world the most beautiful when it rains And I do not mean light summer drizzles with soft cotton clouds I mean earth destroying claps of thunder I find the world the most beautiful when it pours When the sky is ballpoint pen navy and the clouds onx stones The worlds utterly breathtaking when the cosmos seem to rumble and tremor The world is so gorgeous when the wind whips across skin like barbed wire tearing across the surface I am not a religious person but the closest I’ve come to believing in god is standing in the middle of his storm Palms turned to the sky drowning in his salvation singing praises of hallelujah Hallelujah thank you lord The closets I’ve come to feeling religion is seeing the tempest being realesed like a holy beast for the swell of rain is not gods tears It’s gods anguish Sputtering out in the form of bone splintering white-hot static Angels have often been portrayed as soft wispy creatures But they are really the children of typhoons Weeping their fat chilling tears into the soil For they are crying for our sins The haunting call of ***** music ripping through their vocal chords raining onto the pavement These rain drop bullets are not signs of gods sadness They are signs of gods wrath Tearing up the earth like a war zone Punishing us for our misdeeds In these times god is reducing us back to the simple creatures that we are Because not even humans can control his vexations We in these moments are brought back down to our knees in prayer Our petty ‘Forgive me father”s slipping down our tongue like water droplets Pleading begging screaming out over the crackles of lighting Screaming out over gods wrath But by God this sight of destruction is nothing but beautiful And yet The world is the most beautiful when it pours But it is utterly ethereal in its aftermath In the still clean quite like an empty chapel The sun rearing it’s head from behind wispy feather clouds All is calm For this is the worlds post-baptism It’s rejuvenation It’s rebirth Water droplets trickling down stain glass pink petals The dove re-emerges calling out its choir song The bluebird responds humming out his own hymns The closest I’ve come to believing in god is in the wake of the storm In the hush of washed out sins repainted pale blue For in this moment we are all reduced to nothing but Gods children In the peace after the storm
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I want you to open me up And examine my insides As if you we're trying to get to know me Closely Vividly Like a Mortition trying to see how I died Like a butterfly Cocoon first Step by step Cut me from my chest to my belly button Slowly removing my organs Lay them close enough so I still feel attached from my brain to my liver Let me fly I wanna be free Let me fly Let my soul be released I wanna go to heaven but heaven isn't promised if I'm living like I want to go to he'll He gently took my heart out Not noticing the cracks on it As if he was a doctor who started pulling me from the womb Darkness Cold Death His breathing picked up when he seen my arm twitch Knowing that I'm not living but I wasn't dead either He continued to take out my organs Placing each one side by side Afraid to go any further down He stopped . He counted my fingers He counted my toes He counted my tattoos He did everything It was like he was trying to soothe me Protect me Be gentle with me Let me fly Let my soul be realesed in the summer air So when those that miss me can feel my touch Let me fly I wanna be free Let me fly I wanna be free As if my soul knew it was time to come back to me My angel My dearest angel grip the ankles of my loved ones Capture their souls while their walking So it feels like their stepping in a dream Kiss the wound on my mother heart and inform her everything will be ok Soothe my unborn children Rub my stomach and gracefully whisper "Mommy loves you " Stitch me back up Making sure you include every tear drop that left my eyes Every laugh or chuckled that I released seeming as life was full of laughter Readjust my body so I could be laying like I would in my coffin My child My child Don't be afraid I am dead but in still living Let me fly Let me fly I promise I will take your souls with me By : Tash Carter
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Let me fly
I want you to open me up And examine my insides As if you we're trying to get to know me Closely Vividly Like a Mortition trying to see how I died Like a butterfly Cocoon first Step by step Cut me from my chest to my belly button Slowly removing my organs Lay them close enough so I still feel attached from my brain to my liver Let me fly I wanna be free Let me fly Let my soul be released I wanna go to heaven but heaven isn't promised if I'm living like I want to go to he'll He gently took my heart out Not noticing the cracks on it As if he was a doctor who started pulling me from the womb Darkness Cold Death His breathing picked up when he seen my arm twitch Knowing that I'm not living but I wasn't dead either He continued to take out my organs Placing each one side by side Afraid to go any further down He stopped . He counted my fingers He counted my toes He counted my tattoos He did everything It was like he was trying to soothe me Protect me Be gentle with me Let me fly Let my soul be realesed in the summer air So when those that miss me can feel my touch Let me fly I wanna be free Let me fly I wanna be free As if my soul knew it was time to come back to me My angel My dearest angel grip the ankles of my loved ones Capture their souls while their walking So it feels like their stepping in a dream Kiss the wound on my mother heart and inform her everything will be ok Soothe my unborn children Rub my stomach and gracefully whisper "Mommy loves you " Stitch me back up Making sure you include every tear drop that left my eyes Every laugh or chuckled that I released seeming as life was full of laughter Readjust my body so I could be laying like I would in my coffin My child My child Don't be afraid I am dead but in still living Let me fly Let me fly I promise I will take your souls with me By : Tash Carter
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The demons are haunting my mind with evil things that I even can't describe. They want me to hurt the people I hate just to get satisfied. I am blinded from the truth and the path of good. All I want to do is make close people decide. It became my passion to make people couincide with my evil thoughts and the pass of destruction I designed. I want to a doctor that can prescribe a drug to **** the devil inside. The only way to be free is make good and evil collide and hope that my demons will be realesed outside of my body and soul. This light seems far to achieve but I am not going to loose my grip. I will fight to the bitter end til my heat turns white. God relieve this pain and take me to the heavens of delight.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
demons
We were in the cell Coated in shades of orange I was afraid of her She was entertained by me We were in a park Together, planting flowers I was entertaining She was entertained We were just realesed Laying in that familiar place I was madly in love She wished she could say the same I was in a cell Coated in shades of grey I was madly in love She had ran away
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC
Hailie