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Paint me like one of your French girls

Summary:

Have you gotten tired of feeling? Well me too! Come along for the ride as I write the crappiest of poetry one could imagine. It’s not much but hey, it’s poetry. Have fun. Here’s an excerpt, just to see if you’ll enjoy the style:
The sun burns my knees
Its promises so steep—
The rugged burn a dream
Its failures creep
It crawls inside
the pain of a few
They all saw the due.
The sun burns bright
Against the starry eyes
A pain so bright, they say,
“Run, run it will haunt you.
Run, run they will hunt you.”

Notes:

So… this is my first ever post! I’m sorry that this isn’t really good. But as the old saying goes, shitty poetry is the best poetry. I need someplace to organize all my poetry and stuff, I hope you enjoy! I’ll take constructive criticism for everything unless specifically as the end of the chapter notes.

Chapter Text

The sun burns my knees

Its promises so steep—

The rugged burn a dream

Its failures creep

It crawls inside

the pain of a few

They all saw the due.

The sun burns bright

Against the starry eyes

A pain so bright, they say,

“Run, run it will haunt you.

Run, run they will hunt you.”

Since they know it’s a pain to hide,

They say,

Don’t bother dressing the inside

Since the sun burns brights

And it harms the eyes,

Of failure to figure,

Of wonder to trigger

And the promises made

Wishing to linger

Because the sun burned the knees

Of all wishing to flee its burning nature.

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A sullied chamber of the past
A strict reminder of what has passed
A forgiving trail of betrayal
And a heart made of glass.

I dance with the grass
A paper flying chance
It lands on the ocean
Broken and stolen

Of chances it could have gotten
And betrayals that never last
A chamber of paper
Fragile and flammable

Dirty in its past.
It dances with figures
Of forgotten entrails
And sullied ink spilled

A glance for the past
A brink of death at last
The paper seems to plea
Don’t forget me

And it sinks unremarkably
A wind blown with crass
A mind so still it left a thrill
In the papers finale task.

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I’ve loved for you
I’ve lived for you
I’ve come to see your pain
I see you and I find attracted
All the horrors you name
And hold, hold dear.
Holding hands, deviled fingers at play.
I’ve found my love at last
And I say no regret to years
I’ve spent waiting on a prayer.

I’ve loved for you
I’ve holded you
And I still am waiting for a word.

One of confirmation or adoration
I’ve wondered if I spent years waiting in a lie
Regret I say I cannot find.

Yet I still feel numb from your touch
No love lost, I admit.
Yet your callous words have played with hearts
Mine I cannot forgive,

Still I hold onto prayer and hope that you live
No matter shame, no matter pride,
I still want you in my life.
My love,
My pain.

My beauty, attractions to blame

Chapter 4

Summary:

Months after months of poetry is hard to export. My poor fingers

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Open the casket full of daisies,
Hear it creak and squeak.
Open the casket, open the door
It all results in the same outpour.

Open the casket of daises,
Here lies a body made of dreams.
Open the casket full of daisies,
Let her words pour out of her grief.
Open your casket of daises
Try to find a hopeful plea.

Open a window, casket still
And lay in it, rigid and tense.
Open the casket of daises
Find a mothers screams

Hear her and cry
Hear her and sigh

Hear the casket, open and bare
The flowers gone that once was there.
Now open the casket
Hear it creak
Hear it squeak
Mother still cries
Weeps and weeps.

Open the casket
Open the door
It really is the same outpour.

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Oh the moon shines
It brightens the nines
Of discovery I hope to achieve
My ruin is all to be believed
Hard horrors in the neigh of day
I wish I could stay.

I wish I could stay
But I need to go away,
Marching and stomping
To land of destruction
These pleas all beg of corruption
Corruption in the halls.

Corruption in the walls
My,
I wish I could stay.

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Mama tell me, mama tell me
You’ll still love me the same
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
You won’t be afraid
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
That you’ll understand
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
That I’m not yours to command
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
That dad will understand
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
I’ll face it with pride
So, mama tell me, mama tell me,
That you still love me unafraid

That when you cradled me asleep,
You knew to still love me unbridled,
No horrors of what naught,
No wonders of what I might be,
You knew to still love me for me,
Of what I hope was passionately,
That desires of what I might be,
Didn’t seem so close to reality,
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
That you still know me,
Still love me inconceivably,
Mama tell me, mama tell me,
Are you still proud of me?

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I wonder if it’s all lies,
I wonder if you knew me inside,
I wonder when you leave
And wonder if I wish to conceive,
I wonder if I wished it at all,
I wonder if I felt that pull.
I wonder if I knew it then,

That I’m not understanded yet
I wonder if they wish it, yet
I still wish, with all my strength,

To be loved with no sight,
Of who I am, of what I be,
No eyes that’ll judge me,
Just smiles that roam uncatchingly,

I wonder if I felt it then,
A time of when,
All is said and all is done,
I didn’t feel a moons pressure,
Building inside my head.

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Oh desire, take me away
Oh hope, find me again,
Oh truths I want,
And deceit I give,
I wish I could still be,
A mother’s best wish.

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My neck a paperweight,
and I knew it then,
that on a sunny evening
all will come to an end.
The clouds will bear witness,
To all I’ve known,
They cry and wail
Pouring down,
Demanding,
Depending,
And desperate to see,
Of what befalls me,
Oh, Despair and tragedy,
All they see
Running into,
Crawling back,
The weight unbearable
My neck did snap.