"scortch" poems - Hello Poetry

an aerosol angel with college-ruled wings and paint stained fingertips stranded in a sea of pigmentation lately, she's been feeling out of place not all compasses point due north a parrot in a sea of sharks who's never learned to sail they're selling tickets to the shit-show on the shore line catch the half priced sunday matanee save the date a trapeze ******* with a choke hold on the universe's coat tails tap dancing through star charts and love poems at the pace of lightning's strike some failures just have to be public if lessons are to be learned the prettiest ballerinas aren't afraid to fall she's learned the hard way to find beauty in skinned knees strength in stubbed toes and faith in a broken heart no point in dressing up, honey prince charming doesn't frequent freak shows he's an arrogant flake, anyway her best bet is a strong man or a fire breather when looking for a boy to bring home one man to bare her burdens and another to scortch the wreckage of what's left careful what you wish for butterflies the size of funnel cakes shake her rib cage to pieces silver confetti on pitted pavement he looked so handsome beneath the neon lights horrified and ecstatic all at once like a lost boy in neverland scanning the crowd of strangers for any possible princess tiger lillie's someone to ride alongside on the ferris wheel all night untill the sheriff shines his flashlight down the path that points them home alone but handsome boys know little about matters other than themselves so she's gotten good at feeling bad it's time to find a man someone who can build things instead of just break them

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Nov 19, 2012

Nov 19, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

carousel.

an aerosol angel with college-ruled wings and paint stained fingertips stranded in a sea of pigmentation lately, she's been feeling out of place not all compasses point due north a parrot in a sea of sharks who's never learned to sail they're selling tickets to the shit-show on the shore line catch the half priced sunday matanee save the date a trapeze ******* with a choke hold on the universe's coat tails tap dancing through star charts and love poems at the pace of lightning's strike some failures just have to be public if lessons are to be learned the prettiest ballerinas aren't afraid to fall she's learned the hard way to find beauty in skinned knees strength in stubbed toes and faith in a broken heart no point in dressing up, honey prince charming doesn't frequent freak shows he's an arrogant flake, anyway her best bet is a strong man or a fire breather when looking for a boy to bring home one man to bare her burdens and another to scortch the wreckage of what's left careful what you wish for butterflies the size of funnel cakes shake her rib cage to pieces silver confetti on pitted pavement he looked so handsome beneath the neon lights horrified and ecstatic all at once like a lost boy in neverland scanning the crowd of strangers for any possible princess tiger lillie's someone to ride alongside on the ferris wheel all night untill the sheriff shines his flashlight down the path that points them home alone but handsome boys know little about matters other than themselves so she's gotten good at feeling bad it's time to find a man someone who can build things instead of just break them

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i tried to write a poem that wasn't about you but nothing came to mind so i climbed up on top of my mom's roof and puffed smoke signals towards the moon in hopes that they'd take my thoughts with them before i knew it i was counting sattelites the same way that i'd count your breaths at night apparently everything marches to the same measure as your sunken sternum "sunrise, sunset." somewhere in orion's belt hides the same gleam as your moonlit grin and i'm back at it again twisting up sweet leaf in the appologies you'd sling and hoping you'll think of me when you wake from coughing in your sleep as i scortch my fingertips maybe you'll be reminded of that first campfire kiss we shared in the sticks was it five years ago or was it six? **** i just can't think of anything but our tangled hips the way they read just like a star chart's dots and trailing dashes and the astrological improbability of celestial bodies managing to gracefully merge

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

reverberations. (revisted.)

i tried to write a poem that wasn't about you but nothing came to mind so i climbed up on top of my mom's roof and puffed smoke signals towards the moon in hopes that they'd take my thoughts with them before i knew it i was counting sattelites the same way that i'd count your breaths at night apparently everything marches to the same measure as your sunken sternum "sunrise, sunset." somewhere in orion's belt hides the same gleam as your moonlit grin and i'm back at it again twisting up sweet leaf in the appologies you'd sling and hoping you'll think of me when you wake from coughing in your sleep as i scortch my fingertips maybe you'll be reminded of that first campfire kiss we shared in the sticks was it five years ago or was it six? **** i just can't think of anything but our tangled hips the way they read just like a star chart's dots and trailing dashes and the astrological improbability of celestial bodies managing to gracefully merge

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My generation is swarming With new kinds of witches. Some will be obvious, Lurking and spitting, throwing Daggers from the corners of every room. But on occasion, one will be covert, With sweet dresses and Beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders. Greeting those around her With a charming smile and wide, bright eyes. But she weaves a web of deciet and triffling words, And as she speaks, she clouds your mind, speaking In foreign tongues which are not Of this true world, until you Are caught unaware, for her spell has been cast. You blink, confused, and look down at your hands, Trying to ignore the impending sensation of insects Creeping up your arms Until you realize. You realize that her spells are not those of darkness and horror, They do not come in forms such as toads, dark clouds, or anguish. Her power, her only power Is that of one way time travel. And when she casts her spell, her words take you back To when you were simple, childish, 12 years of age. Her words come out in flames, Painful, cruel flames that scortch your heart, You fight back, begging her to stop And realize the pain she is inflicting, Until you suddenly notice that the words are meaningless. Words, painful words, But from a child's mouth. And you stare at her in horror when your past self Flees your being while her's remains. Her words, still shooting from her mouth, now Small, plastic bullets from A child's gun. They sting your skin, but no longer scortch your heart. She then flies away, charming smile back in place, Leaving you swaying in utter shock, praying That her next victim will posess your same Awareness, and sense the truth behind the flames.

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Jul 31, 2016

Jul 31, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC

mary-alexander

Millenial Witches

My generation is swarming With new kinds of witches. Some will be obvious, Lurking and spitting, throwing Daggers from the corners of every room. But on occasion, one will be covert, With sweet dresses and Beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders. Greeting those around her With a charming smile and wide, bright eyes. But she weaves a web of deciet and triffling words, And as she speaks, she clouds your mind, speaking In foreign tongues which are not Of this true world, until you Are caught unaware, for her spell has been cast. You blink, confused, and look down at your hands, Trying to ignore the impending sensation of insects Creeping up your arms Until you realize. You realize that her spells are not those of darkness and horror, They do not come in forms such as toads, dark clouds, or anguish. Her power, her only power Is that of one way time travel. And when she casts her spell, her words take you back To when you were simple, childish, 12 years of age. Her words come out in flames, Painful, cruel flames that scortch your heart, You fight back, begging her to stop And realize the pain she is inflicting, Until you suddenly notice that the words are meaningless. Words, painful words, But from a child's mouth. And you stare at her in horror when your past self Flees your being while her's remains. Her words, still shooting from her mouth, now Small, plastic bullets from A child's gun. They sting your skin, but no longer scortch your heart. She then flies away, charming smile back in place, Leaving you swaying in utter shock, praying That her next victim will posess your same Awareness, and sense the truth behind the flames.

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You never realize how fast something can change, And in a split second Your whole world goes up in flames It burns every bridge you built on your own Then all you have is third degree scortch marks When it's all said and done you just set everything you worked for Ablaze, You caused your own down fall All due to some arbitrary mistake As hard as you try to smother the fire Soon enough it engulfs you You're traped with no where to go, No emergency escape, So how do you survive? How do you breathe through the smoke? You don't, You adapt and deal, accepting your fate, Accepting that you might die, That you'll be reduced to ashes. But it's the hope that the conflagration dies out first. It's the natural desire to want to make yourself survive. After all the hard work you put into building what you have, It wasn't for nothing, Just give yourself a fighting chance, Become your own savior. Create a phoenix inside you and rise from your demise. Rebuild what you lost in the holocaust, Make your mistake your new paradise. Most importantly, Don't ever forget that life doesn't give you anything, You have to work for it and take what your given, Remember that you aren't given anything that you weren't meant to handle

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC

raven-m-coulter

Everything's on Fire

You never realize how fast something can change, And in a split second Your whole world goes up in flames It burns every bridge you built on your own Then all you have is third degree scortch marks When it's all said and done you just set everything you worked for Ablaze, You caused your own down fall All due to some arbitrary mistake As hard as you try to smother the fire Soon enough it engulfs you You're traped with no where to go, No emergency escape, So how do you survive? How do you breathe through the smoke? You don't, You adapt and deal, accepting your fate, Accepting that you might die, That you'll be reduced to ashes. But it's the hope that the conflagration dies out first. It's the natural desire to want to make yourself survive. After all the hard work you put into building what you have, It wasn't for nothing, Just give yourself a fighting chance, Become your own savior. Create a phoenix inside you and rise from your demise. Rebuild what you lost in the holocaust, Make your mistake your new paradise. Most importantly, Don't ever forget that life doesn't give you anything, You have to work for it and take what your given, Remember that you aren't given anything that you weren't meant to handle

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let fly the words that burn like embers hot upon your breath for i too feel the scortch bandaged lips and scabbed throat tongue, thick and swollen each word infused amor, amor, amor my pain is my love an open eye to the everlasting mark you've placed that i cannot scrub free why do i love you so when the rage is taking me?

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC

kassel-d

amore

let fly the words that burn like embers hot upon your breath for i too feel the scortch bandaged lips and scabbed throat tongue, thick and swollen each word infused amor, amor, amor my pain is my love an open eye to the everlasting mark you've placed that i cannot scrub free why do i love you so when the rage is taking me?

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Like a freak on a leash, Like a box that won't fit, Like a gift you don't want, Like a curse seeping through... (I am.) Like a sun that can scortch or warm, Like a moon that howls or cries, Like a tree that can grow or die, Like a bird learning to fly... (I am.) Like a barely living frontal lobe, Like a drug you can't kick, Like a love that will stick, Like a place you will never forget... (I am.) Time will tell you my history ***** Then again in the end, We're all ****** Either way I am what I am, No matter what I do, I hate who I've been, But you will love the new. Like a warm fire, burning Like a pretty record, turning Like a loving phone call, lasting Like a soft touch, moving... (I am.) Like places of unseen beauty Like burried treasure found Like waves crashing down Like loves sweet sweet sounds... (I am.) Like beauty in words, unheard Like songs played softly Like hands intertwined Like a place in your mind... (I am.) Time will tell you my history ***** Then again in the end, We're all ****** Either way I am what I am, No matter what I do, I hate who I've been, But you will love the new. Just tell me you want me to stay, Weather for friend or for love, We'll see. Just please, tell me... Its not so bad I'm not what I was. Just give me a chance And I can give you a love. Because... Time will tell you our history ***** Then again in the end, We're all kinda ****** Either way we are what we are, No matter what we do, We all hate who we've been, But they will love the new.

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC

SunnySnow

Like Me I Am

Like a freak on a leash, Like a box that won't fit, Like a gift you don't want, Like a curse seeping through... (I am.) Like a sun that can scortch or warm, Like a moon that howls or cries, Like a tree that can grow or die, Like a bird learning to fly... (I am.) Like a barely living frontal lobe, Like a drug you can't kick, Like a love that will stick, Like a place you will never forget... (I am.) Time will tell you my history ***** Then again in the end, We're all ****** Either way I am what I am, No matter what I do, I hate who I've been, But you will love the new. Like a warm fire, burning Like a pretty record, turning Like a loving phone call, lasting Like a soft touch, moving... (I am.) Like places of unseen beauty Like burried treasure found Like waves crashing down Like loves sweet sweet sounds... (I am.) Like beauty in words, unheard Like songs played softly Like hands intertwined Like a place in your mind... (I am.) Time will tell you my history ***** Then again in the end, We're all ****** Either way I am what I am, No matter what I do, I hate who I've been, But you will love the new. Just tell me you want me to stay, Weather for friend or for love, We'll see. Just please, tell me... Its not so bad I'm not what I was. Just give me a chance And I can give you a love. Because... Time will tell you our history ***** Then again in the end, We're all kinda ****** Either way we are what we are, No matter what we do, We all hate who we've been, But they will love the new.

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