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Serena Ebbs Poem
Isn't it funny how indentions work,
the slight indentation of the skin,
a simple red mark fading away after a few still, tranquil moments.
But how bittersweetly the indention on bone leaves a everlasting impact upon the structure. Will I one day dig deep into the depths of this world and scribe upon them my name,
or will I remain a walking collection of ash,
leaving faded footprints in the fell of the world,
Simply waiting for the winds of change to overcome,
and sweep me away,
forgotten among the sands of time,
and lost everlast for all eternity.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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Serena Ebbs Poem
I can feel myself slowly shutting down,
it feels like insanity really.
I can hear the beat of my heart echo in my ears, almost like i'm hollow...
I feel like i need to check...
I feel as empty as I sound,
I can't seem to be truly be happy anymore,
even when i think i am, I still feel a emptiness clawing at the back of my mind.
A void eating away at everything.
Im not sure how to handle it anymore.
For years on years I ignored it, denied it, but that's not working anymore.
I write, I draw, anything to get this down on paper, hoping that it will somehow magically disappear,
convincing myself of it.
I can't seem to get it right though,
there's always a detail missed,
a word unwritten,
so I don't try alot anymore.
I don't know why i'm writing this, now that I let it get so bad.
I know im broken, I know it's my fault and there's no fixing me but,
I still feel this needs to be written, and as I write this, I feel numb.
I should at least feel a little sad,
something,
anything.
But I don't.
I don't wanna put on my facade anymore, I don't wanna say im ok, i just wanna sit, and think. I want to go deep into my mind and find this thing stealing my emotions, and I want to climb into it,
and finally have silence.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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Serena Ebbs Poem
I miss the way he whispered my name, like the word itself was fragile and he needed to protect it. The way he needed to protect me. The way he could scare away the nightmares that plagued me with touch of his skin. His skin. The warmest thing in my galaxy outcasting the sun into the dark, sending icy chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps on every inch of my soul. It released ecstasy into me, heart racing, hand shaking, knee buckling ecstasy, it caused mine blood to run to my cheeks and at the same moment freeze solid in my veins. He caused the most blissful battle within me. He pulled me from the dark into the brightest, blinding light. It brought battles, raging wars inside my heart, inside my mind, but they were finally worth fighting. I could final stand up for myself, even if was just so I could reach his hand. I could push away the thoughts, the echoes of screamed insults and misery's bellow just to simply listen to the melody that is his voice.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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Serena Ebbs Poem
I hear the whisper at night,
I tell everyone i'm alright.
I lay in a bed so cold,
my demon's hand to hold,
I press my face into the pillow,
I scream my words unsaid.
I twist myself into the blankets,
tie myself in knots,
tangled within my mind.
I stare at the ceiling until it becomes a sky.
I stare at the sky until it becomes night.
I stare at the night until I can force myself to believe i'm alright.
Until I can force myself to believe monster only live in fairytales,
believe that every nightmare ends and every story gets a happy ending.
I stare at the night sky painted on my ceiling and force myself to believe a society built upon lies.
I force myself into calm and I struggle to stay carefree,
I strain to laze.
I stay in a constant state of panicked interior and a polished exterior.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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Serena Ebbs Poem
You think.
You breathe.
And you scream and you cry and you laugh.
Because,
Because Emotions don't change like light switches.
Emotions don't flow in a stream,
smoothing a connection from one to another.
Emotions are rain drops,
beating down on you
from the storm of memories you can not seem to forgot.
Emotions are an onslaught of waves,
crashing down on you,
forcing you under the water you can barely stay afloat on as it is.
Emotions are a bludgeoning of breakdowns in public places
leaving eradicated egos and broken bonds.
Emotions are killers.
For Emotions are unseen and unheard,
Emotions are silicened and blinded to the fact that
You NEED to keep a straight face right now.
You NEED to keep still right now.
You NEED to quit doing that,
quit doing that
quit doing that
Now.
Because despite the fact that we all have them,
we shun Emotions.
We refuse it food,
We refuse it water,
We lock it away within us as it trembles,
alone,
in The Dark.
And we leave them there,
in The Dark.
For,
we are all afraid,
of The Dark.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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He reached for me,
my hand,
and I felt every grain of sand drain off my shoulders.
Letting go the weight of every secret and broken heart string.
I breathe,
the air filled with tidal waves of his happiness,
the ocean of the only thing I shall ever need.
We bore flawless shells and mystic dells in are sea together him and me,
I drowned within him as he did me and he held me in ways I never known,
we were him and me.
Soon a net was cast , and repercussions rash,
ripped from the sea, no this air was not for me.
The solid woods deck reaper weeks worth of purple splashes,
but bruises to never fade.
The ocean changed the land, or me.
For land lashed upon me five purple lines, sinking into my being.
The air seemed to burn me, and the wind oh how it whispered,
it wrote my name across my back so everyone but I could see,
but I didn't need my eyes to see what damage had been done.
Now I carry the weight of there words until I once again reach the my oasis of nostalgia.
Held once more in the swell that saved me before,
back once more to catch every tear and give every kiss and hold every hand.
I never hated the land,
fond memories of kisses wounds and dried eyes in the night.
A smile would slither, but soon so would they.
Everything in this world is simply a reaction, playing off a reaction from another reaction. If you change into something you love, that's what matters, the people that mistreat you for it don't. Grow as a person, life is simply a experience for you to live, so live it now, because while everything changes, one day everything ends as well.
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2020
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Serena Ebbs Poem
I hear the whispers at night,
And I tell you i'm alright.
But what you can't
see it this is killing me.
I'm here now,
In a bed so cold,
With my demons to hold me now.
They tell me the truth, i'm too blind to see,
They show the way,
They beg me to stay.
I dance in the dark,
to the empty beat of a heart.
The tempting lines that hold me here have all but disappeared.
I shall wait, I shall stall, for it's not time to end it all.
I'll hold on for one more day, with darkness I shall dance this twisted ballet.
A dance of time, the stairs we climb, the days they pass, forever this will last.
I lose my beat, I step off que, was help to much to ask of you?
Copyright © Serena Ebbs | Year Posted 2019
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