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hardwood memorieswell-rooted, time-tested, safe~ hiking in mind's woods......Mark Toney © 2021.5/15/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
I wear my mask not for me, but for you For your children For your parents and grandparents With their cancer, heart disease, and asthma I fear for their lives The sickness is brutal
I kickstarted your heart, Benz. Pushed your fetal blood in the right direction, connected your neurons. The foam in your infant lungs, I turned that into oxygen.
“There is no such thing as safe sex, since no one can create a condom for the soul.” -Jayce O’Neal To think that we are here, Connected pelvis to pelvis By tubes and fluids
It is in these actions when my mind makes me realize maybe a place called heaven can exist Lips breathe the breath of life save me from drowning in an abyss
“Same”- sounds safe. Almost easy Because When I wake up everyday, I knew I knew what tomorrow held So used was I
I feel the cold close around me and the skies close up with darkness, Ice fills my veins as the night grows inevitably longer, darker, Stone replaces flesh inside my chest and breathing becomes harder, heavier,
Bruises of words blue and black Pain, and disregard, and bleeding attacks So I come to Lines of words white on black Ambrosia and nectar for scars Sketched in the mind On the sky, stars
premeditated achievementwarm kisses sporadically laidin a sea of bewilderment between the cotton waves enclose me in your pillowsdeep in the feathery sandour smiles graze the skies
You can't blame me for the nights you went out. I didn't claim to save you from that needle when you behave the way you do.
People say when you miss someone To go look outside at the stars and moon To then take comfort in knowing that even in the distance between you They could be looking up too The view is shared with others
I had become accustomed to the monstrous features beneath his surface - The claws that grasped my hands; The cold lips that touched mine; The fire that burned in his eyes.
A fire flickers in the hearth, warm and cheering, Glowing and growing, its essence my heart searing.
Oh say can you see America I breathe Powerful and free Stop trying to bring us down The best in the world But I am only a girl Am I allowed to dream?
Purest of forms naked and exposed to your criticism expecting daggers receiving butterflies.
My dad's an alcoholic, so naturally, I've always been afraid of him drinking and driving. Sources say that ever 53 minutes, someone die from a drunk driving accident. My dad could easily have been one.
Scoop out my insides and take from me what shouldn't be mine. Blinding pain, pounding guilt, drowning in sadness. It doesn't end. Forever doomed to question, wonder, dream, who, what would you be?
At night I'm the darkest sky The stars are my path The moon is my guide My mind travels To far away places Where my grass Is greener From the other side
you place your hand on my cheek and everything seems to melt away the dystopia we live in adulterates as the pillars of greed and mistrust comes crumbling down
Life is a gamble and ther are all different types of players. I'm not hte type to place bets before the game begins. I wait until the dice have been thrown, then play my cards from there.
I reminisce of weightlessness: peering down into 10, 20 feet of air. My delicate days, I recall, as a haze full of branches: a careful cloud of offshoots that, long as I could,
When the ships starts to tremble amid the threatening waves of the ocean As the sky turns into giant puffs of blackness Hold on Hold on tight
"Thought she was alone And still she prayed Her hurt reached further than her bones And still she stayed Her mind can't handle control Instead she gave Through Him her love would reach a world
"When the city falls asleep Your promise you do keep To guide our silent footsteps Give us limits to test Till our bodies are put to rest Set down in a grave Silently we lay
I am a survivor, a Rose
~Dedicated to Courtney Bennett, my 9th grade physical science teacher~
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
Heavens Rain I do not know If my skin will ever be as clean as others seen But i dream to let go of a constant stream.. Aesthetic symmetry floods me
When I look up; I see emptiness, When I look down; I see limits, When I look straight; I see destruction & beauty, But all that changes, when it goes dark. When I look up; I see infinity,
The world spins around me
An Infinite Sky Dive I want it.I miss it.Even though all its caused me is pain and heartache.I can’t talk about the past without building walls and iron gates locked down without key in sight.
Easy Rebecca Sidoti 2014
Remember yesterday, when I told you When I told you I laid Laid on the concrete floor In fetus position reaching for my heart
I hate locking my heart away.
Raven, slow down! where you are going is not worth your life their life no ones life. slow down! you'll get there in time better in peace than in p i e c e s.
I looked up and saw that dark shadow, My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound. The next few seconds went in a blur, Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
My mind is wise but my heart is naive and my soul is worn and weary yet my body is of a young girl I don't even know how I'm so young but I'm so old.
What would I change? Id change alot, But the main thing would be a home, For everyone no matter who you are, You will have a home, A safe place free of critics Free of violence
cold, crisp air the night sky, a navy bluefabric specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon your chest firm and warm on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
one day I was walking somewhere new singing an unfamiliar tune in a voice that was not my own. the sand uncomfortable in my shoes and the wind skipping across my skin chilling me through
Oh beautiful Mother, with limbs branched outward, rustling the voice of your brother the wind.
Punches and bruises, Laughter never seems to come my way. Yelling, screaming, No one seems to hear me. Day by day, I wish life will end. Then somthing happens.
The blade on your wrist, The bottle in your hand, The foot off the ledge, The noose around your neck, Stop, back up, put it down. You have a future, You have a passion, You have a home.
I used to stay firmly on the side of caution I used to use my brain logically I was the smart one I was the safe one I was the perfect one At least I tried hard as hell to be
Silent elfin streams drift through and between small hills covered in dead coastal redwood leaves, soft and plush, my toes slide between little needles and soil made of decomposed forest.
I write because my pen doesn't stutter like my lips do. I write because it is easier for my to convey feelings. I write because I can touch a person's heart through written words. I write because
I look at you, and all I seeIs raw emotion, pure, unrefined.Tepid air dances in from outside, Deathly still yet comforting.Your blue-green eyes bind with mine in this dim light;
He covered his mouth to hush the panting breaths he took. Leaning his bare back against the shed, he re-formed his hand and placed a finger to his lips, asking a nearby rooster not to give away his position.
some people disregard the actions they make. many tend to forget the opportunities they take. but when it comes to love, and the true definition. they don’t know until it’s gone, that something was missing.