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Jaymes Dilaurentis Poem
I miss your bones
Colliding into mine
I miss your skin
Leaving marks
on my neck
I miss your knuckles
Bruised as they are
I miss my tears
Cascading
down
my
face
I am
your
heaven
You are
my
hell.
Flesh and blood
forever be
I
miss
you
hurting
me.
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If I could write a book
It would be the greatest story ever told
Of a kind and loving grandfather
Who had a heart as pure as gold
But now I travel through the seas of tombstones
Graves of those once loved in times gone by,
A tear falls, my feelings become numb
Another loss of a dearly beloved one
I could write a million pages
Though I wouldn't be able to say,
Just how much I love and miss him,
Every single day
"Time heals all wounds, give it a while"
And for a while it helps
I forget about the past
And I keep the memories at bay
But reality comes and shows it's ugly face,
And it brings back all the pain once more
If you try to block it out
Nothing much will been gained
The curtain of death brings memories of happiness and sorrow
For their ghosts walking among the silent rows
They quietly lie underneath the sky,
As their loved ones mourn for the time going by.
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She looks at him like he lights up her world
But he just thinks she is only pretty
He rejects the worlds she uses to swirl
He trashes her heart and paints graffiti
She could not turn him into poetry
And she could not make him simply love her
Her love was grand like a sequoia tree
But his love was barely a small whisper
Gave up her life to things that made her cry
A small bottle of wine and medicine
Made her blood and stomach acidify
And all that was left was a skeleton
To think of all the sad streets he passed by
And so not for a moment did he cry.
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Red.
The colour of love,
Anger and destruction
Blood spilled on the pavement
"Oh the thought of two gay men!"
Orange.
The colour of fire
Igniting anger, fuelling their veins
A coloured kid gets shot
Only racism to blame.
Yellow.
The colour of lemons
Just as bitter as your words
Making small, innocent children
Cut their delicate skin with knives
Green.
The colour of money
Greed and hatred
Controlling our systems
Making us all victims.
Blue.
The colour of the water
Pooling an drowning people
Anxiety crumbling the walls
Making our minds insane
Indigo.
The colour of midnight skies
Drowning our screams
Of sadness and depression
Swirling under control
Someone please help us.
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Lost in the mess you’ve made
Hoping to find yourself
Barefoot in the rain
But the clouds are heavy
You once told me to listen to the ocean
You had so many words unspoken
No wonder you can't sleep
Lying on the floor; you’re broken
I remember you once said
“If I ever need a shoulder to cry on,
Just call me in the morning”
Now the image of you is in my head
You weren’t there for me
You went right past everything
While I was standing there
Right beside the willow tree
I saw everything that happened
And now that you’re in trouble
And for a moment everything blackened
Now that you need my help you come back crawling
I guess you can call me in the morning.
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Silence before screams
With its gallantries and scars
All hearts are different
No two are the same
Eyesight blinded by beauty
Hearts speak in volume
But it takes nothing
Your cold empty eyes freeze me
Your heart is frozen
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Foolish boy
Can’t you see?
So caught up in her game
You won’t be leaving all the same
I stand by the sidelines
Feeling your world light up
As you see the witch you call “your love”
I can see you stepping on her landmines
Haggish-like nose
Legs skinny as a pole
Freckles stain her gloomy face
God, she’s such a disgrace
For I tried helping you
I tried opening your eyes
To not fall into the trap
That the creature you “love” is setting
All of her friends know her plan
Foolish boy, you’re so blind
Words that sting your ears
Everyone knows she’s not kind
Hair as dirty as her plans
Lips as small as the truth she says
Nails sharps like badger’s claws
She’s ready to tear you apart.
She was named after a flower you say?
She could’ve been named after a flytrap.
Foolish boy, she’s going to kill your hopes and dreams
When she’s done, she’ll throw you in the streets
And after all I did for you
You still chose water over wine.
And her alligator tears
Still show her darker side.
I tried saving you
But you “don’t need my help”
So I’m abandoning ship
And you can save yourself
For you lost someone you once called “best friend”
Just to be with someone whom you’ll never understand.
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I was a blank canvas
and you
were the artist
filling me
with
colour.
And if I have
well,
I beg your pardon
but I never
promised
you
a
rose
garden.
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There is freedom waiting for you
“What if I fall?” you ask.
My dear,
What if you fly?
And as you open your wings
Like bones of bravery,
You move towards the sun
Like moths to flames
And terror strikes:
Your wings melt away
You swing your life away
Ambition, the fire to be free.
The power to fly.
You’re just another Icarus
Plummeting
slowly
earthward
as your
tight-knit
bonds fail
Your soul
leaving your
frail
body.
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You’re searching for a saviour
In these hollow halls
Blood staining your clothes
Eyes as black as coal
"Heaven help me"
Says your unholy spirit
You don’t know where darkness ends
And where you begin.
You are bitten, raw with pride
As your bloody hands clench mine
You promised me an empire once
Have you forgotten that?
You’ve travelled
so deep into the darkness
That you’ve perceived
the moon as an illusion
You can’t keep dancing with the devil
And ask why you’re still in hell.
You can’t defeat the demons
You enjoy playing with.
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