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Hannah Wooldridge Poem
My words escape my thoughts
With a cloak of lies
And a hood of silver
Lips of gold
And an accent of truth
My mind's deceiving oath
Perpendicular array of the lying cloak
A dark shadow's shining on my eyes
As my lips whisper lie after lie
And you tell me to faint
Fall back on my everlasting
When everything else is gone
Either way I'm not walking on my own
The bars are bent and weakened
My everything and all is leaving
I'm standing and saying my peace
As my soul comes crashing within
Without the pressure of the world
Spinning on the edge of a dime
Stop, take back, think back
Realize, hold on, stay strong
Take luck, good care
See you at the end, see you then
I'll see you at the end
Copyright © Hannah Wooldridge | Year Posted 2010
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Hannah Wooldridge Poem
Breaking free of stagnant pacing
Through doors hanging off hinges to freedom
Fighting the tyrant mentors calling you out
Though you haven't reached perfection
Flaws are greatness,
For they make your work stand out
Copyright © Hannah Wooldridge | Year Posted 2010
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Hannah Wooldridge Poem
Open space within an embrace
My trials are almost done
Executioner tales I failed
While the rest I don't recall
Poetry became a backbone
Each time my eye struck twelve
A masterpiece I strive for
But humbly feel I've failed
A pen stroke feeds into my shadow
As memory's are still returned
From a cracked skull to my knife's old home
My fingers and wrist still motion
Moving slowly in a off form of cursive
Trying again and again into ageless times
To compose a mockery of rhymes
Simply stating what my mind tells me I've beheld
A memoir of a death-less writer
While I write I forget
To read or hear
What my hands have written
Or my heart has feared
Tis a trial of errors
I can hardly come to believe
That while victory instilled fear
My poetry brought motion
Gave a sense to my background
Something to which, I had no notion
Short but sweet I try to achieve
But my execution is always due
As I cannot fail to meet
The standards I feel true
I pushed so high to exceed
But can't help to decide
Enough's enough, my mind says
Because within the gap of my head
A small serenity raised true
As I put pen to paper
My eyesight tracked down
To begin to read as I write
It beckoned a small shout
My poetry I can’t read
But only write
As my head cannot conceive
What mysteries are contained within
The gap that has completed my mind
Copyright © Hannah Wooldridge | Year Posted 2010
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Hannah Wooldridge Poem
Feeling like I just lost my time
Can't seem to find my rhyme
A writer's block holding my way
Crossroad leading to insane
Feeling it, I lost my rhyme
Can't seem to keep up
I lost my way's rhythmic advantage
Steer clear, I lost my way
Can't seem to place the blame
Can't hold it to you
You were the clock's chime
Forever beating on
Ticking bomb going off
Losing it, I'm losing it
Can't seem to find a way out
Maze of life's misfortune
Running scared, feeling it
Feeling it, I lost my rhyme
Felt the moment it left
Turn of the clock's chime
The rhythmic theft
I want out, find my way back
The rhythmic advantage through my hand
Skull to fingers found a flow
Of ink to pure white paper
Still running even now
Spoke a rhyme to your ears
Tis on your paper now
Stole my pen and paper
And wrote it all down
You take off in a dead sprint
While reading the words out loud
A pain to my ears
When I gave you the rhyme
"A pure forming passion sought
Friend of old and new besought
And how I wonder
What all I've found
And how I wonder
The luck of striking gold
And as my life's stolen goods
A purchase in the pocket of a thief
The running, rhyming fake
Oh wait, does this sound familiar"
Copyright © Hannah Wooldridge | Year Posted 2010
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