"tirelessy" poems - Hello Poetry

i see your finger wrapped around the trigger of your imaginary 74 i feel the empty pit inside your stomach you scramble so tirelessy to fill i hear your muffled cries hidden behind your toughboy masquerade i taste the bitterness of your sorrow and the familiar burn of whiskey straight from the bottle i want to reach inside your stone-cold chest and cradle in my hands the warm fragile heart i know you hide you're a baby bird nestled in a bed of tangled thorns and i'm the little girl wishing to nurse you to health in a shoebox lined with cotton i see you in brass knuckles on soft shaking hands and in leather belts digging into sore red skin i love you more than you could ever know or even begin to understand

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Sep 16, 2017

Sep 16, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC

girlhaunted

toughboy

i see your finger wrapped around the trigger of your imaginary 74 i feel the empty pit inside your stomach you scramble so tirelessy to fill i hear your muffled cries hidden behind your toughboy masquerade i taste the bitterness of your sorrow and the familiar burn of whiskey straight from the bottle i want to reach inside your stone-cold chest and cradle in my hands the warm fragile heart i know you hide you're a baby bird nestled in a bed of tangled thorns and i'm the little girl wishing to nurse you to health in a shoebox lined with cotton i see you in brass knuckles on soft shaking hands and in leather belts digging into sore red skin i love you more than you could ever know or even begin to understand

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"I was always an unusual girl,. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no fixed personally just aninner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean." I felt like a ghost walking in a body, living only to die, living only to exist. The war in my mind had me singing Ride by Lana like it was my national anthem. I walked about, helpess, pityless, heartless, tirelessy. Breathing, existing, breathing, existing ,breay=thing, existing....only exising. Nothing seemed to matter these days, now that it was gone. The light that was once in my eyes went out with a single blow and I walked around like a ghost with noting left and that was what it seemed. Hurt by hurt Blow by Blow Dust by Dust Breeze By breeze Ocean to Ocean And thats where it hapened,the spectre of my soul rises and hunts to haunt and the breathes a new life to start of. The ghost of life is alive and never seems to rest Restlessness Selfishness turns to Selflessness And it hunts And it breathes And its alive and then it says Welcome back,this is home,. ...... ........ And.... I...... Am................................... SPECTRE

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC

elizabeth-bleu

Spectre for a Ride

"I was always an unusual girl,. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no fixed personally just aninner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean." I felt like a ghost walking in a body, living only to die, living only to exist. The war in my mind had me singing Ride by Lana like it was my national anthem. I walked about, helpess, pityless, heartless, tirelessy. Breathing, existing, breathing, existing ,breay=thing, existing....only exising. Nothing seemed to matter these days, now that it was gone. The light that was once in my eyes went out with a single blow and I walked around like a ghost with noting left and that was what it seemed. Hurt by hurt Blow by Blow Dust by Dust Breeze By breeze Ocean to Ocean And thats where it hapened,the spectre of my soul rises and hunts to haunt and the breathes a new life to start of. The ghost of life is alive and never seems to rest Restlessness Selfishness turns to Selflessness And it hunts And it breathes And its alive and then it says Welcome back,this is home,. ...... ........ And.... I...... Am................................... SPECTRE

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splashes of craziness paint the blood of the wine-- blotch and splotch a bed tirelessy made and unmade. love's fevered rouse bolting up, bones not knowing what hit them. scratch that--they know what hit them, hence the craziness.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC

Onoma

Splashes of Craziness

splashes of craziness paint the blood of the wine-- blotch and splotch a bed tirelessy made and unmade. love's fevered rouse bolting up, bones not knowing what hit them. scratch that--they know what hit them, hence the craziness.

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