"receeded" poems - Hello Poetry

I walk around feeling like a bullet wound. / like I am shot full of holes and always bleeding out. This is the type of pain that you can never find reprieve from. / I put my love and trust in a number of emotional assasins. / Well disguised as friends and lovers. / Then, in one fell swoop a wrecking ball was taken to the entirety of my life. / I quietly collected the salvagible pieces and receeded off into the shadows. / I have been clutching the shattered fragments close to my chest ever since. / sometimes it draws blood. / sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.

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May 13, 2017

May 13, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC

krose

I'll be transparent for a moment

I walk around feeling like a bullet wound. / like I am shot full of holes and always bleeding out. This is the type of pain that you can never find reprieve from. / I put my love and trust in a number of emotional assasins. / Well disguised as friends and lovers. / Then, in one fell swoop a wrecking ball was taken to the entirety of my life. / I quietly collected the salvagible pieces and receeded off into the shadows. / I have been clutching the shattered fragments close to my chest ever since. / sometimes it draws blood. / sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.

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Ever have they dwelled in that sickly city, That even the flowing ice avoided As it crept down from the heights, Devourving all in its path. Among evil shadows, Did they practice their craft. In the primordial conurbation Of forsaken Yir. Since time immemorial They have met in silence. Beneath Yir's dark obelisks And the backdrop of jagged mountains. Many believe them necromancers. It is even said in myth , That they were the ones to create man In order to spite the gods . But such memories , If ever there were any, Have long since passed From the revelries of thought. None have seen these sorcerers Or that sable city of Yir Since the ice had receeded In more recent ages. In fact, not even the location Of that monsterous place Can be agreed upon anymore, Which many count as a blessing. For though the city is lost, And unseen by the eye, The meer mention of it Disturbs and unsettles the mind. As if it's raven spell, Was never truely lifted.

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC

hadrian-veska

The Emyune of Yir

Ever have they dwelled in that sickly city, That even the flowing ice avoided As it crept down from the heights, Devourving all in its path. Among evil shadows, Did they practice their craft. In the primordial conurbation Of forsaken Yir. Since time immemorial They have met in silence. Beneath Yir's dark obelisks And the backdrop of jagged mountains. Many believe them necromancers. It is even said in myth , That they were the ones to create man In order to spite the gods . But such memories , If ever there were any, Have long since passed From the revelries of thought. None have seen these sorcerers Or that sable city of Yir Since the ice had receeded In more recent ages. In fact, not even the location Of that monsterous place Can be agreed upon anymore, Which many count as a blessing. For though the city is lost, And unseen by the eye, The meer mention of it Disturbs and unsettles the mind. As if it's raven spell, Was never truely lifted.

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Weathered, worn and shaken. I saw and felt. I wish never again these pangs. You saw and responded, you seceded from. You receeded from pain. You of gain This is mine This is ours This we meet again Hours,years. How I go, availe myself. Undressed in humility. We're If I not, who is at fleeting and false of self. Of Wolf an will Words of comfort are jagged tooth and claw Words of truth and mau Reckless Resonate Repeat I am not retreat

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC

Leay

Untitled

Weathered, worn and shaken. I saw and felt. I wish never again these pangs. You saw and responded, you seceded from. You receeded from pain. You of gain This is mine This is ours This we meet again Hours,years. How I go, availe myself. Undressed in humility. We're If I not, who is at fleeting and false of self. Of Wolf an will Words of comfort are jagged tooth and claw Words of truth and mau Reckless Resonate Repeat I am not retreat

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