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Literature Text
When they buried you,
It was face-down,
With your
Arms over your head.
I want to make-believe
I'm just hiding
Under the covers.
Don't worry-
I'll make them all
Go away.
You and I
Stood on the roof
During thunderstorms,
With mason jars,
Telling the heavens how sorry we were.
We have to make the angels
Stop crying.
I have fifty-four jars
Of dirty rainwater.
Every night,
Complaints of monsters
In the closet.
Each time I shut the door,
You stared into the mirror.
I can still see them.
That evening,
I walked you to the dock
And helped you
Find sea glass and
Pretty stones
To fill your pockets.
We tied and anchor to your feet.
I'll send you a post card
When I get to where I'm going.
The angels must have
Been so sad
That night,
Because it rained
For weeks.
It was face-down,
With your
Arms over your head.
I want to make-believe
I'm just hiding
Under the covers.
Don't worry-
I'll make them all
Go away.
You and I
Stood on the roof
During thunderstorms,
With mason jars,
Telling the heavens how sorry we were.
We have to make the angels
Stop crying.
I have fifty-four jars
Of dirty rainwater.
Every night,
Complaints of monsters
In the closet.
Each time I shut the door,
You stared into the mirror.
I can still see them.
That evening,
I walked you to the dock
And helped you
Find sea glass and
Pretty stones
To fill your pockets.
We tied and anchor to your feet.
I'll send you a post card
When I get to where I'm going.
The angels must have
Been so sad
That night,
Because it rained
For weeks.
Literature
Opposites
Hey
Me?
Yes, you, look at yourself
You’re beautiful, why do they hate you?
Thank you for thinking so but view things otherwise
I know, so I repeat why?
Like decay I seem very bitter, exposing to them in personality, yet not everybody hates me
And not all people love me
There’s balance you see but many people are just ignorant towards it
Well I feel selfresenment as well
Like I said you’re beautiful so don’t do it I’ll help
You’re of help too because there are times when you’re needed in good way for a good cause
Let’s coexist and cooperate and not fight
Be yourself
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Thumbtack
This is a broken world.
The thought cannot be broken.
There will be no enjambment,
no:
"This is a
broken world."
It doesn't work that way.
The thought is whole.
There can be no splicing to
make it go down easier.
It shouldn't go down easy;
it should be a thumbtack in your throat
screaming out its presence.
Don't forget to swallow.
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Hush,
Little baby,
Don't
Say a word.
--
It was either madness, or genius.
--
-What do you think this piece is about?
-Is there a point in your life that you think you can apply it to?
-Do you have any favorite or least favorite parts?
© *SomethingOnceSacred
Little baby,
Don't
Say a word.
--
It was either madness, or genius.
--
-What do you think this piece is about?
-Is there a point in your life that you think you can apply it to?
-Do you have any favorite or least favorite parts?
© *SomethingOnceSacred
© 2012 - 2024 SomethingOnceSacred
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i think the line break are good because it sounds stilted, like someone crying or having trouble talking. just saying. maybe it's personal opinion.
it sounds like someone committed suicide, at least from the beginning, but yeah. as i always write, i find weird thing in poems.
it's beautiful though.
it sounds like someone committed suicide, at least from the beginning, but yeah. as i always write, i find weird thing in poems.
it's beautiful though.