"sistering" poems - Hello Poetry

And there she was A rough scab on a smooth perfect knee With a chalky cigarette between bony fingers Chipped red painted nails Matching crimson accenting glossy white walls She knew she was dreaming Because of the ****** sun in the middle of the room Chapped lips crack with scarlet, staining teeth Surgical gloves reaching out from her beating heart Held in by pale marked skin Needles pricking gums, calling upon beads of ruby Incisors and canines fall out one by one Heavy tongue tastes gory wine Indifference and apathy sistering one another Stitches hold right-handed fingers in permanent crosses Though an opal ring falls through The shattering crystal lights the room ablaze Intangible flames lick the ceiling as it rises and the floor sinks An ever-expanding room flashing over and over in endless continuity Like a repeating reel of film catching on fire And then she was gone

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Nov 15, 2022

Nov 15, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

Vision of Psychological Apocalypse

And there she was A rough scab on a smooth perfect knee With a chalky cigarette between bony fingers Chipped red painted nails Matching crimson accenting glossy white walls She knew she was dreaming Because of the ****** sun in the middle of the room Chapped lips crack with scarlet, staining teeth Surgical gloves reaching out from her beating heart Held in by pale marked skin Needles pricking gums, calling upon beads of ruby Incisors and canines fall out one by one Heavy tongue tastes gory wine Indifference and apathy sistering one another Stitches hold right-handed fingers in permanent crosses Though an opal ring falls through The shattering crystal lights the room ablaze Intangible flames lick the ceiling as it rises and the floor sinks An ever-expanding room flashing over and over in endless continuity Like a repeating reel of film catching on fire And then she was gone

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FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw The carcass of beauty spent and done: Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Which on it had conceited characters, Laundering the silken figures in the brine That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, And often reading what contents it bears; As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe, In clamours of all size, both high and low.

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC

devilsdome

a lovers complain

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw The carcass of beauty spent and done: Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Which on it had conceited characters, Laundering the silken figures in the brine That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, And often reading what contents it bears; As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe, In clamours of all size, both high and low.

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And there she was A rough scab on a smooth perfect knee With a chalky cigarette between bony fingers Chipped red painted nails Matching crimson accenting glossy white walls She knew she was dreaming Because of the ****** sun in the middle of the room Chapped lips crack with scarlet, staining teeth Surgical gloves reaching out from her beating heart Held in by pale marked skin Needles pricking gums, calling upon beads of ruby Incisors and canines fall out one by one Heavy tongue tastes gory wine Indifference and apathy sistering one another Stitches hold right-handed fingers in permanent crosses Though an opal ring falls through The shattering crystal lights the room ablaze Intangible flames lick the ceiling as it rises and the floor sinks An ever-expanding room flashing over and over in endless continuity Like a repeating reel of film catching on fire And then she was gone

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 9:45 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

Vision of Psychological Apocalypse

And there she was A rough scab on a smooth perfect knee With a chalky cigarette between bony fingers Chipped red painted nails Matching crimson accenting glossy white walls She knew she was dreaming Because of the ****** sun in the middle of the room Chapped lips crack with scarlet, staining teeth Surgical gloves reaching out from her beating heart Held in by pale marked skin Needles pricking gums, calling upon beads of ruby Incisors and canines fall out one by one Heavy tongue tastes gory wine Indifference and apathy sistering one another Stitches hold right-handed fingers in permanent crosses Though an opal ring falls through The shattering crystal lights the room ablaze Intangible flames lick the ceiling as it rises and the floor sinks An ever-expanding room flashing over and over in endless continuity Like a repeating reel of film catching on fire And then she was gone

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darkness is creeping up on me again, envy is about to swallow me alive, and it hurts to smile, my body is aching as if i was struck by lighting, but the only natural disaster i have survived is change, i shouldn't count my chicks until they hatch, however, although i am commencing in change, i fear it enough, to know that i can handle it, the difficulties i am about to endure will hurt, tears will drown my face in sorrow more than once, my head with ache due to the loss of oxygen sistering my tears, however, despite it all i know i can make it through. but why must blades tempt me so, as if i was a fish about to reeled in by a pole, drawn to pain like moths to light, and easily saddened by a poor choice of word, i am the weakness at it's highest point, my being aches, the sadness is swallowing me, i can feel it, i try to climb the slippery slope attempting to escape it's grasp but it is hard, harder than most things i've had to do, and saying goodbye to you, hit my inner core, it broke me. although we are far from over you are no longer my neighbor, my cul de sack is lonely without you to come over and play, my inner child screams everyday for you, save me from myself! i know you can't, it is something i must do alone, sword in hand, blade in mouth, i will fight the darkness away, although i am very aware that i does indeed bite without warning in the dark.

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC

fawnee

make way for change;

darkness is creeping up on me again, envy is about to swallow me alive, and it hurts to smile, my body is aching as if i was struck by lighting, but the only natural disaster i have survived is change, i shouldn't count my chicks until they hatch, however, although i am commencing in change, i fear it enough, to know that i can handle it, the difficulties i am about to endure will hurt, tears will drown my face in sorrow more than once, my head with ache due to the loss of oxygen sistering my tears, however, despite it all i know i can make it through. but why must blades tempt me so, as if i was a fish about to reeled in by a pole, drawn to pain like moths to light, and easily saddened by a poor choice of word, i am the weakness at it's highest point, my being aches, the sadness is swallowing me, i can feel it, i try to climb the slippery slope attempting to escape it's grasp but it is hard, harder than most things i've had to do, and saying goodbye to you, hit my inner core, it broke me. although we are far from over you are no longer my neighbor, my cul de sack is lonely without you to come over and play, my inner child screams everyday for you, save me from myself! i know you can't, it is something i must do alone, sword in hand, blade in mouth, i will fight the darkness away, although i am very aware that i does indeed bite without warning in the dark.

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strung out on drunk stung-drumming under this skin isn't mine when you touch it fight the belting, beg again memorized muscle and music trying and failing melting and falling repeat the crawling song; confused teeth, knees leaving feet, forgetful hand-smothered-feelings \ religious breathing, heart-beat bleeding, gentle breeze please lift my ribs with your pleases after my name leaves your gut after my nails peel you off, an ode to pretending, for stopping; a better use of force a better Wednesday waiting sistering indifference and swelling on sheets never made for pigments preferring the latter again, and I I haven't felt this way since my leaves fell since the water settled under my belt before & after lonely refer me to laughter when I cannot breathe & cry about how it'll never work

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC

julie-butler

waltz

strung out on drunk stung-drumming under this skin isn't mine when you touch it fight the belting, beg again memorized muscle and music trying and failing melting and falling repeat the crawling song; confused teeth, knees leaving feet, forgetful hand-smothered-feelings \ religious breathing, heart-beat bleeding, gentle breeze please lift my ribs with your pleases after my name leaves your gut after my nails peel you off, an ode to pretending, for stopping; a better use of force a better Wednesday waiting sistering indifference and swelling on sheets never made for pigments preferring the latter again, and I I haven't felt this way since my leaves fell since the water settled under my belt before & after lonely refer me to laughter when I cannot breathe & cry about how it'll never work

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