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Fall Woods Poem
Past
deserves a hushed funeral for the memories scarred
from hands, unforgotten words, screams echoed
the times no one wants to relive
somehow you manage to give those life
everytime something isnt the way you dreamed of it to be
back then you managed to keep a grip on what you wanted to happen
Present
doing just fine
at night being able close eyes without
dreading the buzzing of an alarm going off
seeing the sun wake up doesnt bring tears of another day in hell
checking for more messages of…
“this is wrong” “havent changed a bit”
here comes the part where you like to..
“we love you” “were always here”
because when silence is given to you
you know youre wrong
when will you admit it?
Lately
its been quiet.
this kind of silence doesnt seem suffocate
being able to breathe
with no ache
Future
whispers say
youre currently gripped on “I told you so”
so ready to release that on this silence
you look
you see your younger self again
hate to tell you but
its a onesided mirror
youre staring at your past
the perk to being on the other side of the glass..
is choosing to be able to look back or not
dont look back
walked away instead
future is a funny thing
cant control everything
still wondering when youll learn that
a future without you seems fine
maybe even borderline perfect
its still present
and one of us is still drowning in the past
one of us pushes past and lives in present
creating a future
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Fall Woods Poem
people dont always reveal
exposing their curled horns sharpened
towards the sky
elaborately torn or newly shown
wings
gigantic over towering
guiding their soul
who says there are angels
when to be told were all sinners
was there a time when we were saints
you cant
those twisted thoughts engraved into
the stems of our brains
scorned into our flesh
the stench too strong to deny
burdening makes it harder
especially if there is shame for those scars
living
yes but at least you are breathing
somethings cant lurk in the void forever
boredom eventually becomes you
reach into the abyss
feeling and hearing those whispers
those my love
are your demons wanting to play
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Fall Woods Poem
muffled nails against bars
uncleaned under the surface
stained with crusted lies
dirt built up from shallow promises
bloodied and bitten to the bed
raw from anxiety
unkept
both sides
none of these nails remotely perfect
a destroyed image of the hands
callused scarred, softness hardened up
there was some sort of twisted beauty in it
unsure of whats its attraction
making it so mesmerizing
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