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You're right here, I know it.
I can hear your voice,
I can see your eyes,
I can smell your scent,
I can feel my heartbeat
Speeding as you approach.
But when I reach out my hand
To try and touch your face,
You just vanish in the air,
Remembering me that
You never really were there.
I can hear your voice,
I can see your eyes,
I can smell your scent,
I can feel my heartbeat
Speeding as you approach.
But when I reach out my hand
To try and touch your face,
You just vanish in the air,
Remembering me that
You never really were there.
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the words i never said in the place i never was
I rattled my can of cherry cola and lifted up my right index finger, pointing at him as I nudged the words,
"Ya think this'll get me into hell?"
He smirked like he always does, staring back out at the rest of the world. I nearly toppled over in my swing, rocking back and forth like a child; the playground isn't restricted towards teenagers, so we come here every Thursday afternoon. Throwing my head backwards, I was careful to make sure the lilies and daises in my hair wouldn't flutter out. It took enough effort to get off the swing, who knows how much it would be to get back on again?
(I'm lazy too; there's another excuse for you)
"No, but
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It's okay
I saw the news today
We've bombed another city with children and families
But the man on the T.V. said that we killed bad people
So I guess it’s okay
My family moved states
When I got to the school I didn’t know anyone and I got a lot of weird looks
But Facebook says I have a plenty of friends
So I guess it’s okay
I was denied for food stamps
My parents couldn’t apply for it on their triple shift schedules so I went with my six younger siblings
But a man behind the desk said my parents make too much money
So I guess it’s okay
I went to school again
My face pressed against the locker room wall as they took turn
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here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
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Something that popped in my head a few days ago. :3 Yeah, another poetry thingy in free verse. Don't try to analize it. xD
Hope you like it.
YOU CAN'T USE THIS.
© VanePyroRocker
Hope you like it.
YOU CAN'T USE THIS.
© VanePyroRocker
© 2015 - 2024 VanePyroRocker
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Reminds me of my ex-best friend when I lost her in 9th grade... (I suck at analyzing poetry, so don't worry lol)