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Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
Untitled (Escapril Day 12)
we got rid of the couch
the one he died on
the most macabre of trinkets
to have inherited
no, wrong word
i wanted it
it was the couch i built a fort on
when i was twelve
the couch that acted as my bed
when my mother was away
and my grandparents were all i had
the couch i laid on when i was told
by my dad whom is also now dead
that my grandmother had passed away
the sunny morning in july
where the numbness overtook me
until i finally broke down and cried
that same couch was the one they found him on, the...
the one he died on
the most macabre of trinkets
to have inherited
no, wrong word
i wanted it
it was the couch i built a fort on
when i was twelve
the couch that acted as my bed
when my mother was away
and my grandparents were all i had
the couch i laid on when i was told
by my dad whom is also now dead
that my grandmother had passed away
the sunny morning in july
where the numbness overtook me
until i finally broke down and cried
that same couch was the one they found him on, the...
#grief
#MovingOn
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The Monster (Pint-sized Poem #61)
Underneath my skin
Behind my eyes
Cracking open my ribs
Shattering my mind
It lives and breathes
Razor sharp teeth
Tears open a hole
Claws its way out
To drink the blood
And rip out the hearts
Of everything I love
Behind my eyes
Cracking open my ribs
Shattering my mind
It lives and breathes
Razor sharp teeth
Tears open a hole
Claws its way out
To drink the blood
And rip out the hearts
Of everything I love
#sadness
#regret
#hate
#SelfHarm
#depression
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04/28
The air tonight
Crisp with rain
A slight chill
Coming through the window
Cigarette smoke
It all reminds me
Of when you were still here
When I was a kid
Staying over your house
Spooked by every tiny sound
The cool air coming in
A car driving up the hill
Fading in the distance
My heart aches for those days
Now so far away
All the things you've missed
But I hold onto these little things
Reminders in the wind
Visiting me tonight
Remind me of you
Before you died
Crisp with rain
A slight chill
Coming through the window
Cigarette smoke
It all reminds me
Of when you were still here
When I was a kid
Staying over your house
Spooked by every tiny sound
The cool air coming in
A car driving up the hill
Fading in the distance
My heart aches for those days
Now so far away
All the things you've missed
But I hold onto these little things
Reminders in the wind
Visiting me tonight
Remind me of you
Before you died
#sadness
#grief
#death
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The Gray
I do not believe
They chose their fate
A choice means it's simple
A yes or no to a question
To the average person
It might seem obvious
Living is better than death
But to some it is not that simple
A thought is planted in their head
Like a seed in the dirt
The times were dark
And there was no hope
Everything was falling apart
And crashing down around them
But they held out
Like a half intrigued audience
Wanting to know what happened next
They didn't get too invested
Knowing if it got worse
They...
They chose their fate
A choice means it's simple
A yes or no to a question
To the average person
It might seem obvious
Living is better than death
But to some it is not that simple
A thought is planted in their head
Like a seed in the dirt
The times were dark
And there was no hope
Everything was falling apart
And crashing down around them
But they held out
Like a half intrigued audience
Wanting to know what happened next
They didn't get too invested
Knowing if it got worse
They...
#dark
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Dropout (Pint-Sized Poem #60)
Celebration
Graduation
Wouldn't know
Never been
No congratulations
Failed expectations
Walked out
Can't get back in
Graduation
Wouldn't know
Never been
No congratulations
Failed expectations
Walked out
Can't get back in
#school
#myself
#disappointment
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The Other Kind of Friend
I am not a person
I am a convenience
Not the first option
The back-up plan
When everyone else is busy
I知 waiting for the attention
Drop what I知 doing
To be there again
Fair-weathered friends
All I致e ever had
Even though I can admit that
I値l still be there to lend a hand
The rain soaking to my bones
And I値l lend you my coat
You need me
I値l be there
Never too busy
Never will deny the company
The desperation in my eyes
Is hard to miss
...
I am a convenience
Not the first option
The back-up plan
When everyone else is busy
I知 waiting for the attention
Drop what I知 doing
To be there again
Fair-weathered friends
All I致e ever had
Even though I can admit that
I値l still be there to lend a hand
The rain soaking to my bones
And I値l lend you my coat
You need me
I値l be there
Never too busy
Never will deny the company
The desperation in my eyes
Is hard to miss
...
#loneliness
#friendship
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Reflecting (Pint-Sized Poem #59)
You are selfish,"
I say to my reflection.
She doesn't deny it.
I say to my reflection.
She doesn't deny it.
#SelfReflection
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Strength (Pint-Sized Poem #58)
I did not break this time
I'm stronger than I use to be.
I'm stronger than I use to be.
#ShortStory
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Criminal Past
I was the Thelma to her Louise
But I let her drive off the cliff alone
I avoided arrest--
I escaped death--
In the middle of the chase
I switched sides...
Now I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde
We were a golden blaze
Those first few glory days
This ride or die
I'm the traitor and the wife
Take the money, steal the key
Get away with this crime spree
These robberies--
Her blood forever on my hands--
Bounty on my head--
But I'll never plead guilty
It was self-defense
My case is insanity
...
But I let her drive off the cliff alone
I avoided arrest--
I escaped death--
In the middle of the chase
I switched sides...
Now I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde
We were a golden blaze
Those first few glory days
This ride or die
I'm the traitor and the wife
Take the money, steal the key
Get away with this crime spree
These robberies--
Her blood forever on my hands--
Bounty on my head--
But I'll never plead guilty
It was self-defense
My case is insanity
...
#relationships
729 reads
4 Comments
Lyrics (Pint-Sized Poem #57)
I give songs so many secondhand meanings;
that I sometimes forget what they originally meant to me.
that I sometimes forget what they originally meant to me.
#music
580 reads
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Us (Pint-Sized Poem #56)
Are we selfish for staying together?
Or hopelessly in love with each other?
Or hopelessly in love with each other?
#love
#LifeStruggles
603 reads
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Self-Awareness (Pint-Sized Poem #55)
Just because you can feel it coming
Doesn't mean it hurts any less
Doesn't mean it hurts any less
#sadness
#anxiety
#wisdom
601 reads
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