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stare until my eyes start to bleed,
mystified gaze, what could be of such beauty?
drop jaw, in a trance! What could it be?
TV will be the death of me.
Form:
I play hide and seek with tragedy
No matter where I run it always finds me
As I'm pushed closer to the edge I can see
That love will be the death of me
It started out as tiny as a half grain of sand.
An itch in my finger in my most leftist hand.
I scratched it and clawed it; now it is down to my knee.
This gigantic welt of an itch will be the death of me!
“Told ya so” said my intuition... should have listened I agree
Won't make that mistake again, one day it'll be the death of me
Maybe running a red light
That car from the right
And the Pearly Gates come into view, oh-oh, pooped my dungarees
I respawn,
Just to see another dawn,
I train,
Not knowing if something I will gain,
I fight,
Only to be bested by others' might,
I die,
As I wave my finale bye-byes,
Some days,
I swear,
I'm walking right into the beast's lair,
PvP,
It will soon be the death of me
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
please shave off your hair,
I keep tripping on it
over here and way over there.
It's getting too long
why is it you can't see?
One of these days soon
it will be the death of me.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.11/2015
Just something I came up with, while watching some of the movie "Tangled."
I made a promise once
If you can win a promise
I won
This promise broke my heart
Shattered it
It's in my body in shards
Floating around
I move slightly
It pierces my organs
Unforgivingly
This promise will be the death of me
And I can't wait
I'm looking forward to it
This promise was our love breaking
My knowing
We wouldn't make it
I won this promise
And I'm loving the pain of it.
You almost fit with harmony,
But almost would be the death of me,
You came real close to complimenting my space,
But real close would leave me in an empty place,
The puzzle piece I can no longer wedge,
I made my vow and said my pledge,
Later on deep regret would follow,
And once again I'd become hollow,
You almost fit with ecstasy,
But almost would be the death of me.
By: Sabina Nicole
"asp, which one of many are thee"?
I ask, "did you make your own way"?
"if so, I prithee the, go, don't stay".
"brought"? "you be the death of me"!
I ask, "are you the species she chose"?
"the asp of Egypt, the Egyptian cobra"?
"one fatal bite and I will not suffer"?
"asleep, no pain, I will my sad life lose"!
4/28/18
Asp - Poetry Contest, sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Broken souls
To parting souls
Hide in a deep blackened hole
Sold your soul to the devil years ago
Can't move with the flow
Throw in the towl
While having a conversation with a wise owl
Fowl breath
Will be the death of me
Minds racing
Busy as a bee
Will your next life be stuck as a tree?
Than you'll finally be free
And see the light
Under the floor
While walking through a frame less door
My loneliness lies in your smile
My pain sinks deep-
with your kiss upon my lips
and your grip upon my hips.
Never have I loved like this-
and never have I hurt like this
There are moments where
I can't take it anymore-
but I always come back...
all in all I know-
You'll be the death of me
If I don't learn to let go.
Form:
I feel as though I'm dreaming
Floating
Free falling from the sky
Left completely breathless
My heart skipping beats
When you look into my eyes
My body on a rollercoaster
Into outer space
An exciting adventure
Full of turns and loop de loops
Whatever this intoxicating poison is
That's running through my veins
Keep on serving it up to me
Your love it is my unraveling
And it will be the death of me
Sweet town, you'll be the death of me,
I leave again without my heart
Entrusting it into your care.
All the sounds and all the places
Seasoned with familiar faces
Are only ghosts for the main part.
From sunset glow to swirling mist
When all life's sounds grow faint and cease,
Haunting voices through the years
Renew the thoughts within my soul
Of long-lost friends swallowed whole
By time. May each one rest in peace.
123 OCD
so goes the repeated anthem
out of sight
constantly in mind
dead from "checking"
the thousandth time
123 OCD
sung by millions worldwide
over lights, faucets, germs and more
conjouring up worries,
Did I lock the front door?
123 OCD
shouted in times of frustration
off, off, off
make sure the irons cold
counting, touching, cleaning
Did I really turn off the stove?
123 OCD
will surely be the death of me!
i got all these problems an it never gets easier
i let go a little more each day then the issues only become deeper
gettin uh job
ya collection that pay
my life still sucks
im not to happy
cant complain
things are starting to turn around
but one thrown rock could bring the glass house down
wouldn't really bother me
just to no she's happy will be the death of me
the more i think
the less i care
everything reminds me of how it used to be
Form:
I sit here with my mind in in a tangle and twist.
Wondering how in the world did it get like this.
My stomach is in a knot, and my heart is racing.
Hoping you're mine for the taking.
Your melodic laugh and dazzling eyes will be the death of me,
I swear.
All of this I think while I play with your cinnamon colored hair.
How crazy and blissful,
How absolutely remarkable.
There's nobody in this world that I've met
that is more likeable.
The pain is all I feel
I cannot see
I cannot move
I cannot breathe
It contorts as a dark entity trapped within me
Writhing, screaming, clawing at my heart
I cannot stop feeling
I cannot ignore it
I cannot turn it off
A persistent, agonizing, longing refuses to leave
Fissures of hopelessness brand my soul
Wider. Longer. Deeper
I cannot contain it
I cannot cover it
I cannot hide it
I am pain. Pain is me.
It will be the death of me.
Feels like today is the best day to die
I wouldn't have to battle, I wouldn't try
No holding my breath, I'm ready to go
Let the decay and decadence grow
You swore to be sorry, to salvage me
But you breached your barren apology
The promises made, a gesture so grand
Like trying to capture smoke in your hand
I'm ruined inside, wracked with belief
If I love, I destroy, I curse, they leave
A good day to die, goodbye, be free
I'm not the ghost that you are to me
I am giving up
I am giving up slowly
This may be the death of me
Just have to get out of here
I need to escape
I been housing all these scars and insecurities
The walls are closing in on me
All the pictures and the windows and walls are closing in on me
I don’t know what to do
All alone don’t know how long I can hold on
Just sitting on the ledge waiting for the next move to make
one little step and life can be lost
stand up take a step and now im gone.
Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie
Your demands will be the death of me
I’ve done my best now let me rest
You’ve drained my body physically
You’ve worn me out I’ve had enough
I can’t keep on performing
Let's take a break, relax, unwind
Continue in the morning
Okay, come on, let’s do it
We’ve had our little tiff
I’ve had myself a rest, and
Now I’m getting rather stiff
So get up to the bedroom
We’ll continue with this caper
But you can do the pasting, and
I will hang the paper
Within this rooms confidence
I feel no gust of air
Freedom passed by me, hence
Truth be told, I no longer care
The dormancy of a liar’s vacant heart
Bleeds through the silver lining
Some may call this art
I, for one, couldn't bear
That thought of which they hold
For my sins of all my life, I share
My unfulfilled purpose has many a time been told
So in my dreams I think of thee
With an unparalleled uncertainty
When I wake, I prefer to dree
The very love that’ll be the death of me