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[soulserpent]

The Echoes of Time

Miles to go before i sleep

Because these mountains i climb are very steep

Frost told me to take the road less traveled

Now i mourn for an innocent childhood.

I cried for two days straight

Swept it under the carpet

Cinderella would be proud

The Grimm brothers never knew their echos would be loud.

Bukowski understood undeserved pain

But he lapped it up like a dog from hell

He was an asshole but put on a brave face

Love is a topic I still dare to dwell.

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Delicate

Feelings bubbling up

The way a bath bomb hits

Clear water

All the colours explode out of it

My heart will be the death of me

 I’ve been choking on my words

For the past 365 days

My face feels like the starry night

Paint over the fear and the fright

Porcelain lies in the moonlight

I too have been locked in an asylum like Van Gogh

They call it “the mind”.

 And I’ve been building walls

One brick at a time/ filling the cracks

This is my castle

And I won’t be an afterthought again.

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Ignorance

Loneliness has kisses that are so sweet;

I used to be afraid of walking down my street.

 Sometimes it is lonely

Sometimes it can feel bleak

Sometimes I am lonely with blush stained cheeks.

 Other people cry, and other people weep,

Yet I have managed to go to bed, ignore the world, and sleep.

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Science

I don’t think people can comprehend the fact

That we live on a floating ball of mass

In a vast universe that’s never ending

That, in itself, is magical.

 Everything is a cycle

The seasons

The planets

My love for you.

 Miraculous

The fact that we can heal ourselves

With our thoughts, words, experiences

We can physically change our minds.

 Nature has survival mechanisms, like us

To thrive in environments that are harsh

We transform to adapt

Maybe that’s why I’ve changed since I met you.

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Mulled Wine

No double-edged arrows have flown my way

Young lovers bound by a ring today

But I prefer my cherry whisky mulled wine

And I don’t think that cupid would mind.

 Lets spice it up with a little rouge

Take the time before we strike the fuse

Something planned by the universe divine

Wisdom aged through space and time.

 Keep the feelings bottled up

Perfect timing will disrupt…

So I will keep on waiting on the day

My mulled wine partner comes out to play.

 Brooding feelings near the fireplace light

Darkness whispers in the dead of night

One day maybe I won’t be as cold

As the day this story has been told.

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Broken Butterflies

Broken butterflies in my head

Some are damaged

Some are dead.

  Broken butterflies in my gut

Someone handed you scissors

Now their wings are all cut.

  Orange and black striped bliss

Once she was wild,

Now it’s something I miss

  Wrap myself up tight

Climb into bed

Turn off the light.

  --grieving over one-sided love (this is the rebirth)

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beginnings

Let us talk about the stars

Or the way the ocean smells (I’m about to get salty, love)

Or the way the fire crackles late at night when

Roaring flames that haven’t felt this right.

Tell me about

The chills you get from the crisp wind at 5 a.m.

Or the sun rays that light up your face on a summers day.

 Let us discuss the seduction

Of fall’s rusty leaves

Or how it reminds you of yourself

After you have fallen for me.

The way the birds scream at the peak

Announcing another day that is to come

Where flowers bloom and blossom

Awaiting lovers that buzz and go

And start life again

Or when the cold comes and everything hides

Awaiting the revival

Of another beginning

 --what’s important

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The Temptress

A girl trapped

In this wicked fantasy;

Lust rolls off her tongue so easily. (The serpent takes over me)

Why does everyone hurt me? …

How seductive can this silence be?

Running circles in my head,

Endlessly.

(They run far, far away from me)

Broken promises to stay

Absentminded ghosting

Love vs. Lust;

Fooled me --

Once,

Twice,

Three.

This isn’t who I wanted to be.

My temple wasn’t built for this type of tragedy.

 Innocent eyes meet misfortune

Taking care of broken men who are hollow

Fear is a sick pill to swallow.

 -If love is a game, I will always be the loser.

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Spectrum

I grew up the ugly duckling

Because people didn’t understand the constellations

That were scattered across my face

Beautiful people didn’t have flaws

And only the beautiful had satin white skin

Years later, I grew into those constellations

My skin would even out

My eyebrows would compliment my face

And my lips would be described as having lustre.

Now people tell me to smile more

Because beautiful people don’t have flaws.

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One day you are young and naïve

Walking on glass

Breathing into a paper bag

Face full of makeup

Riding a unicycle through flames

Worrying about what other people think about you

The drug to feel loved.

 The next, still young and naïve

Swimming in the opposite direction of the tide

Breathing in the chemicals

Darkened under eyes (too many nine to fives)

Driving a bus to hell

Worrying about losing yourself to another

The fear of being loved.

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Blind Hope

All I can say is

I don’t know what to say.

Everyone says patience is a virtue

But its been eternity

And I want to go home

--- awaiting your arrival

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Wilting

My petals have gone crisp

Like when the fall arrives

And my fall did arrive

And the world grew cold once again.

Thing are black and white again

And silence is a response

When the cold settled in

I could hear the crackle of my bones when it hit.

But it wasn’t bones that broke.

No,

It was something more fragile than that.

Do not fall

Do not fall

I fell.

All the walls that were built

The steady barrier of protection

That castle, it crumbled.

Stripped away

There’s nothing but rubble

As the queen of nothing

Turns to dust.

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As a child, I knew how fast dandelions would spread

What I didn’t know is that I would become that dandelion

And my love would spread...

I also didn’t know

that one day I would be plucked from my roots in order for a rose to survive.

--- All my well wishes were a waste

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All Those Empty Faces

How can someone so significant

Recognize the insignificant

In a sea of a thousand wandering eyes?

How can you rip me open

See behind my skin

When nobody else can see me?

 ---Pondering

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Awake

These warm hazel eyes

Are my cup of coffee every morning.

--- the things I wish I had the strength to say

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Graveyards

Skulls

Blank with no emotion

Eyes gazing wide

Hollow bones, free from skin

Of all the girls inside of me

That men tried to kill

But instead I would slay them myself.

  One stole my virtue.

Another tried to steal the breath out of me

Hands wrapped around my neck

And I wish it was a metaphor

And I guess it kind of is

  Another, tried to end my very life because I reeked of promise

The same kind of promise that I refuse that others make to me.

Because promises get broken

And so do wandering hearts.

 Others would walk aimlessly around the leftover pieces of her soul

They would come and go as they please

Without knowing the consequence of wine stained sheets.

But unlucky for them,

They didn’t have the chance to end her

For I would smother her myself.

Sometimes she comes back as a gasp of air when I feel the rising in my chest of anxiety.

How powerful it feels to kill something so innocent

To make it lifeless

Just to let it grow back stronger again

 Because once the mind has lust for survival,

Its roots are indestructible.

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Circles

Something inside of me has broke;

And I feel as if that train pulled away

And you left me in the cold

And you’ve been absent since the first of July.

 I try my hardest not to reopen my chest

As I stuff the flowers back inside

Dreaming of much simpler times

When the only thing I worried about was losing my mind.

 I spend my days

Stuffing flowers back inside

Sometimes plucking them from my rib cage

He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not