"silouhettes" poems - Hello Poetry

*It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace, but it feels wrong. Slow, I'm getting up. My hands and feet are weaker than before. And you are folded on the bed, Where I rest my head. There's nothing I can see, Darkness becomes me. But I'm already there. I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. There's nothing that I'd take back. But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret. Cause when I sing, you shout. I breathe out loud. You bleed, we crawl like animals. But when it's over, I'm still awake. A thousand silhouettes, dancing on my chest. No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me. But I'm already there, I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. But I'm already there, I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. Cause I'm already there, I'm already there, Wherever there is you, I will be there too.*

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Feb 5, 2014

Feb 5, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

two-parts-of-a-broken-heart

Silouhettes- Of Monsters and Men

*It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace, but it feels wrong. Slow, I'm getting up. My hands and feet are weaker than before. And you are folded on the bed, Where I rest my head. There's nothing I can see, Darkness becomes me. But I'm already there. I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. There's nothing that I'd take back. But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret. Cause when I sing, you shout. I breathe out loud. You bleed, we crawl like animals. But when it's over, I'm still awake. A thousand silhouettes, dancing on my chest. No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me. But I'm already there, I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. But I'm already there, I'm already there. Wherever there is you, I will be there too. Cause I'm already there, I'm already there, Wherever there is you, I will be there too.*

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Soft silouhettes creep into my bed and wrap ribbons around my head ribbons for the dead. I am what they could have been instead. They could have been a frog They could have been a hazey fog But they have been all, all along. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth I scream! Bare wings bounce off my boots. Atleast if it had been spit, I could have shined my shoes. The butterfly had nothing to lose. The butterfly had nothing to lose. Lizards slither through motions lather Curve around the edge of the end. Pulled still by the momentous illusion Of those fat rat gems dripping juices. I'll drink a glass with my Breakfast under evil's gazebo. ** HARD. MAD. SLOW.** -StrAngel https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst

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Jan 12, 2013

Jan 12, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC

Dear

BAREN RIBBON THIRST

Soft silouhettes creep into my bed and wrap ribbons around my head ribbons for the dead. I am what they could have been instead. They could have been a frog They could have been a hazey fog But they have been all, all along. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth I scream! Bare wings bounce off my boots. Atleast if it had been spit, I could have shined my shoes. The butterfly had nothing to lose. The butterfly had nothing to lose. Lizards slither through motions lather Curve around the edge of the end. Pulled still by the momentous illusion Of those fat rat gems dripping juices. I'll drink a glass with my Breakfast under evil's gazebo. ** HARD. MAD. SLOW.** -StrAngel https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst

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The wolf scurries at night to howl at the moon In his eyes, a gun thats broken and won´t stop shooting As loneliness stands by It beats twice The carousel is broken and it swings like a child on a sing Like meloncoly playing with regret The silouhettes and shadows come to life, They wander through the halls Empty, emprisoned It beats ten times A drop falls in an endless sea and wrinkles the sands of time Desperation watches and love walks away It beats fifteen times The flock of crows organize a mutanity against silence And peace is defeated It beats thirty-six times Anger has a whiskey and pasion tries to ****** him The piano man sings with his beautiful notes and lust comittes suicide Hope leaves the bar, and acompanies loneliness as he stands by to watch A wolf scurry to howl at the moon It Beats One Time Becuase only one time is necesary

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

alejandra-huerta-ramal

It only beats once

The wolf scurries at night to howl at the moon In his eyes, a gun thats broken and won´t stop shooting As loneliness stands by It beats twice The carousel is broken and it swings like a child on a sing Like meloncoly playing with regret The silouhettes and shadows come to life, They wander through the halls Empty, emprisoned It beats ten times A drop falls in an endless sea and wrinkles the sands of time Desperation watches and love walks away It beats fifteen times The flock of crows organize a mutanity against silence And peace is defeated It beats thirty-six times Anger has a whiskey and pasion tries to ****** him The piano man sings with his beautiful notes and lust comittes suicide Hope leaves the bar, and acompanies loneliness as he stands by to watch A wolf scurry to howl at the moon It Beats One Time Becuase only one time is necesary

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