poetry

Madness

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It’s got me going crazy. My words are hazy, I’m feeling lazy. Got me wishing I could throw out like Scorsese. Stories not films but just as impressive. One after another, aggressive and successive. Expressive of the musings in my head that the umbra has fed, they’re as heavy as lead, I’m immersed until they’re dispersed or at the very least escape through a momentary outburst, I’m cursed. I’m broken. Like a record that just keeps skipping, my sanity is slipping, out of my mind it’s dripping, it’s stripping, taking any talent away I possessed, I’ve digressed, and now I’m obsessed with a miraculous return, one so hot it’ll give you heartburn. I will rise up so don’t fret with your concern, I’ve learned where the passion sits and I swear to never be call it quits, regardless. There’s always a darkness that once wordless becomes paved with catharsis and lives. It breathes. And through the haze it seethes while you grieve. It heaves becoming my saving grace to once again show face with words that were once misplaced, erased, and misconstrued. I’ve been subdued, not lazy, maybe I am hazy for now I’m thinking if I can’t throw out like Martin, why not Swayze? Yeah, I’m crazy.

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Red Beauty

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The second hand ticked on my watch louder with each passing moment as it rested on the counter. Along with each tick it produced, a droplet of blood fell from where the watch once sat on my wrist. Instead of horizontally, what sat there now vertically stretched the length of my inner arm.
I stared at the wound as the red liquid continued to pool outside of its home, faster and faster and then slower and slower. I expected pain, but there was none. I expected clarity but that never came. What I had, was beauty. Pure inner beauty, finding it’s release. What a sight that was to fall asleep to. Such a wonderful sight indeed.
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Bottled Help

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Two more pills and another day complete. A whirlwind of medications just to stay standing on my own two feet.
A force fed mixture with only one single purpose and goal, 
Is my deadly cocktail that’s meant to commit encroachment upon my very soul.
Who am I, I don’t even quite know. Maybe just a shell of a human now with nothing left inside to bestow. 
Unrecognizable from the inside or the out, there’s no questions left, qualms or any doubts. 
The path of bottled help will keep you sane and subdued, but in the end it’s only the real you, you elude. 

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Turning Pictures into Words

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Alright ladies and gents, I want to try something new. If you have noticed, I try to find a picture to go with most of my postings. Now, what I would like, is for you to participate in what it is I write about. I would like you to find a picture (Please keep it appropriate) and send it to me. To go with the picture you send I would like it if you could request either a poem, short story, or even a small excerpt to be written to match tWordlehe picture.

I feel like I have been losing some inspiration lately and what better way to get back into things then to listen to those around you. Please participate. I will be very grateful for the help and interest and will also respond to everything that is sent. Thank you so much guys! I look forward to seeing what pictures come my way.

Email me at:  1rose.marie.hart1@gmail.com

or fill out the below form and add a link to the picture you find

 

A Mother’s Pain

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Her eyes were usually a smokey bluish gray but now with tears forming I could see them change to a glassy ice blue in an unusual way.

They gleamed in the light and shined with pain and as they stared at mine I could see through them into her eternal thundering rain.

Her moans were getting louder and my ears were catching it all; every single sound pierced my heart like an urgent siren’s call.

I wanted to help her but I had done all I knew that I could, if only that small bit of sentiment was enough to comfort her as I wish that it would.

So I lay her head on my chest and held her body tight, knowing the only thing I could do was to stay with her through her fight.

Hopefully my presence alone would be enough to dry her tears, so those icy blue eyes could turn back to their normally colored, grayish spheres.

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Where Were You…

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Where were you when my tears were falling and my heart was breaking. 
Where were you when everything within me could only feel aching. 
Where were you as I thought your name within my head. 
Where were you as I lay alone within my bed. 
Where were you when the times really mattered. 
Where were you when everything was shattered. 
Where were you when I inhaled my last breathe of air. 
Where were you, that’s right, you’re never there.

 

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Broken Back

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That was the straw that broke the back
My back to be exact. 
For the hundredth time, at least it seemed, I let forth my worries, my loves, and my dreams. 
You, my knight in shining armour, laughed and ripped them at the seams. 
Now a paraplegic with emotions of the heart, and the pain of being immobilized that has torn the rest of me apart. 
I’ve been put on bed rest for an undisclosed amount of time, the back you’ve finally broken now no longer feels like mine. 
My knight, my love, the one I called my own, the pain you’ve caused is searing and has left us now with moans. 
My moans, my pain, my back that is broke all because of the one straw you continued to envoke. 

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Lies

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He continued to speak but all I heard were gasps of air. 
His words were no longer audible for I knew he didn’t really care. 
His lies were strong and easy to believe
But it was I who would be the one to decieve
He thought I was fooled, a helpless dumb chick
Through it all though, I knew every little trick
It is what it is though and I just let it all go by
I wanted you to know though, that I do see through his lies. 

Outside Beauty

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Water falling, petals falling, all on a mild spring day
Wind blowing, air flowing, all through the windows upon I lay
The beauty outside has become my beauty within
For looking through to nature is where inner peace should begin

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You Were…

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You were the light in my darkness that helped me find my way. You were my beacon of love that I followed everyday. You were the glimmer of hope within my despair. You were the stitch in my wounds so they’d no longer tear. The strength to my weakness and the beat of my heart. My muse and my passion that inspired my art. 

You were my everything. You were my soul. So without you now, two is the toll. Death is imenent when the light has been snuffed out. Leaving the darkness to fester and mingle about. 

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I Knew

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They thought you were hiding from the world. 

I knew better
They thought you hated everything around you.
I knew better
They thought you hated yourself.
I knew better
I knew you and I knew it was me.
I was the reason you were no longer aware
I was the reason you seemed as if you no longer cared
I was the reason that your love had run dry
It was my fault and I thought I knew better
I knew how to love you
I knew how to make you feel special
I knew how to make you happy and to smile
Yet it was I who made you cry. I knew better
I knew better and still caused you pain
I knew better and I was the only one to blame
 
 
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Bleeding Heart

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My heart aches to think of you. It cries forth with pain. As the tears stream down my face my hearts blood does the same.
Drip by drip the pool expands. higher and higher with haste. it overflows as it grows over the max, blood haphazardly displaced
Drowning. Drowning. No will to tread the seas. Sinking to the unknown depths with sheer determination and ease.
Lost. Forgotten. Pain bubbling and searing. Blood congealing, no healing causing any humanity left to start disappearing.
Now being encased in coagulated remnants of my heart just proves my innards were always meant to fall apart.
Aching. Crying. Falling. It’s all over now. Options that a lost humanity chooses to disallow…

*I always liked this one but I never did really give it a proper finish.*

Made Bed

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And as the night was nearly over and the world had turned its head, it was finally time to lay in my already made bed. It was made with pain and heartbreak and a side of fear, for it held my every single dropped tear. It held my dreams of the future, my present, and my past, every single little thing from the first to the last. Now as I lay here, it holds my last breathe tonight, for there is no longer anything that’s worth the effort to fight. My eyes will slowly close and dreams will ensue and finally every single one will finally come true.

Broken He(Art)

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Broken pieces are scattered inside
All casualties of my heart which has died
I once thought it was possible to repair
Now I know its a futile affair

Without the proper glue that you once held
My heart will never hold the weld
Forever broken inside my chest
Pieces and pain to some how digest

Too much for one person to fight
Yet here I am and to your delight
Tears are falling and pain is searing
The future is bleak and disappearing

I look forward and see the dark
The direction I shall soon embark
Leaving behind pieces of my broken heart
For you to gaze upon as your own work of art

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Hope

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There is no love in my heart. It’s as cold as ice and as hard as stone. There is no light left upon my soul. It is as dark as the night and as empty as the shell of the body that surrounds it. There is no life but a memorial. A spec of rememberance that still hides itself within. A shriveled piece of hope that refuses to be snuffed out by the icy darkness. It holds vigil daily and never gives up. It clings viciously to the outskirts of the horrid internal black hole. A lone memorial, fighting. So even though there would seem to be nothing, there is still everything. 

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Be Silent

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Be still my beating heart, for your fluttering is far too loud
Sleep my butterflies for your wings are too endowed
Be gone relentless musings for there are too many in my head
Please my dear body, be silent, for if not I will surely be dead
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Reality

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Reality strikes at the most wretched times. In the midst of a wonderful dream  that you’d like to last a thousand lifetimes. It’s a crime. It’s unfair. Reality however appears every fucking where. The bitch uncaring that you’re unaware or rather it causes despair, it’s there. Looking you in the eye and daring you to cry, but why? Because that’s all there is, is to face reality and die. Not living a lie..
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A Writers Dreams

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A writer and his dreams are nothing to take lightly

Whatever is sought shall become a reality
If not his own, than yours, or someone else’s
His visions defy any and all irrationality
Dreams turn into passion and passion to words
Wiith sheer heart the words become an emotion
Through the eyes of the reader something sparks inside
Anything from pure hatred to adorned devotion
Every mind sees a different story
Even as the writers words remain the same
The words will speak to those who listen
Their own beauty and vision to be exclaimed
All stemmed from one single mind
A multitude of visions and dreams
Words that speak numerous meanings
With the reader responsible for its seams
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Destructive Reflecting

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You were self destructing, unwillingly falling prey to your minds deducting. It was reconstructing every bad memory it recalled. It made you appalled an allowed you to become enthralled with the idea of not existing. Despite my interjections you were insisting and constantly resisting to the point I felt useless and lost. You were beyond the idea of coexisting with your minds view that your life began to go askew. I wish I could make you see, this didnt have to be you, there were other options you could persue. Renew yourself and not erase. Take your pain and fear and let me replace it with my embrace. There is no reason for your self disgrace, it’s beyond misplaced. Lean on me and allow me to help you see, there are other options to set your soul free.

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Pleas

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Sometimes talking to you makes me feel idiotic and down right neurotic My seriousness is never matched and instead disregarded. There’s a solution for that and it’s to officially have my feelings discarded so that I’m no longer bombarded by the pain that’s pumped through my body like a narcotic. my heart is now permanently safeguarded and has lost it’s ability to be quixotic, it’s comatose and will only awake with a healthy dose of its antibiotic. Thats symbolic for your heeding. I’m so tired but please, one last time, I need you to stop my bleeding. No more disregarding, I’m pleading….

Even Though..

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My eyes can see and yet they are blind
I have ideas and yet I know I’ve lost my mind
My heart it feels even though it’s been bled
I hear sounds even though my drums are dead

Thoughts

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I’ve got these thoughts swimming in my head. To be alive or to be dead were the ones that were mostly said and force fed to my soul. With those thoughts, my soul turned black and permanently formed a hole that began to take toll on any light that was left. With the overwhelming darkness, the answer had become clear and without fear i shut down my body with only silence left to hear.

Snowy Hell

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Though around me there was white   

All I saw ahead was a red just as bright

And though my skin had been frost bit 

The pain I felt was from the fires that were lit
Instead of the fluffy white snow that was here

I found myself standing alone in a blizzard of fear

The flakes became my scattered thoughts 

Surrounding me no matter how I fought. 
The realization had finally occurred 

The scene in front began to blur

For it was hell that I was truly in

Paying for all my past and future sins 
My mind tried to create a sweet escape

Alas though, it just came too late

The walls had crumbled as the flames reigned high

Scorching my body with every little lie
Gone are my beautiful snowy dreams

Permanently ripped from my mind at the seams 

A helpless, fearful soul, wandering alone

With silenced words and force fed moans
The devil, my friend, began smiling with grace

As he watched my own smile being burned from my face 

His laughter arose through the depths of hell

As each and every part of me turned to ash and fell 
What was inside, now no longer lives 

For dust in the wind is all I have left to give

Reduced to nothing by my friend

Kept here for his amusement until the end 

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