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Sara Phillips Poem
They reached for the heavens as they fell towards the ground
No subtle movements, no thoughts, no sounds
Contaminated, they collected themselves;
A leg, an arm and their heads
They sewed the flesh to their matching wounds.
Fishing line will do.
They disguised the marks
With cloth,
Stripped from their fallow friend’s body.
The harmonic music stopped playing long ago,
As they turned from a pure white to pitch black
They dropped their halos without looking back,
As they started to fall,
It’s been said
They could hear the screaming of their dying souls.
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Call me victorious
As I walk the battle grounds
Head held up high
Holding onto the heart of this world.
Choking out the black smoke we call death.
Above my head it is cradled
I'll let you get out your white flag,
Wave it around in this diseased air,
Trudge through the bodies of the dead
and through the crimson stained ground
You'll make every minute go to waste
Every face left blank
Nothing more than an empty vessel.
You'll call retreat
Without looking down
To see who's at your feet.
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Gravity is just here to pull us down
But this planet isn't good enough for you
Too bad we couldn't float out of this town
To create a world with a better view.
Somewhere between those shining stars and Mars
We would stand before heavens sturdy gates
And study the angels behind the bars
Who swallowed their pride and challenged their fate.
We notice the world is spinning way too fast
The entire human race is wasting space
Look towards the future coming to pass
It's like a long strand of black lace.
What is it like to be the last one there?
Stuck to the ground in silent prayer?
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I miss you,
You threw me away,
Away without a second thought,
A thought about how I'll hurt,
Hurt like the five other girls you played with,
Without a goodbye you left,
You left with cruel words upon your lips,
Your lips I've always wanted to kiss,
To kiss so tenderly and heartbreakingly,
And heartbreaking is all I feel,
I feel your eyes upon me as I pass,
I pass like we had no past,
Our past was one big lie,
A lie you gratefully tell,
Tell to anyone who will listen,
Listen with open ears,
With open ears I hear,
Hear all the tall tales,
Tales about you and I,
I being the less fortunate,
Fortunate is an antonym for you and I.
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Crimson colored floor
Stained from the night before
Eyes frozen wide open
Just like he left the front door
Fear is consuming,
Slowly shredding my mind away,
Pieces of my life fall before me,
As I idly start to decay.
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My Guardian Angels wings have snapped
He says "It's just a small defect."
So, as Death taunts me
I will stand desolate.
When He comes to my door,
No knocking will sound,
Instead you'll hear laughter
And I'm left confound.
Any dignity I had left
Was stripped down and buried
This conniving theft
Took all of my belongings.
I'm fragile like crystallized glass
With a thousand cracks
You can see it in contrast
Like white to black.
Unexplainable is what I call it,
There is no chance of rest,
There is no chance to breathe.
I'm a prisoner in my own body.
And unfortunately,
I'm not dying.
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Like the sun above the Earth,
I will be always around,
Can you feel my worth?
Because I am forever bound.
My body is strong as is my mind,
I can put up a fight,
Even if I'm blind.
I might fade from white to gray,
Maybe black on my worst days.
But I will always shine,
With or without my spine.
My words are my armor,
My pen is my sword,
Just listen to me, it'll be your reward.
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The guilt of a smile
The hidden scars I bare
Feeling all lost
You have nothing to compare.
A laugh seems strange
As it falls from my lips
All dusty and bizarre
Even to myself
Guilty as sin
Convicted more than once
The feeling of life
Is an unfamiliar touch
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Do you know the words that slur from your lips?
It’s like Satan is attached to your hip,
Gnawing at your fragile soul,
Breaking away all the bonds you hold.
They called you deranged,
They say you're a new man,
You just hide your flaws better than the next messed up man.
So, I'll sew my lips shut with barbed wire
And carve my plea in stone,
I’ve signed the contract
In return for your soul.
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Wrinkle of your nose
Disgrace across your face
The dirt upon my skin
The odor of my soul
I'm nothing more than a slave,
Like the muck beneath your feet
The life we lead is chosen
And we do not dare to provoke it
Maybe someday,
It will be different…
Maybe someday,
We can live
And not just fade
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