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almostdeadpoetry

Status: Soaring through the smog.

Member Since: 3 Jan 2014 11:13pm

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Madison. 16 years of age. Poet

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  1. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    January 28, 2015 10:32pm UTC
    Trees and Leaves by MeI think the problem was that I thought I didn't care.That in roaring drunkenness I set flame to thoughts.I told the world I didn't want to be restrained anymore,And I thought you had laced me in chains of eternity.But it wasn't you, I had forsaken myself to forever.Because when I unbound myself you became wild.Straddling the autumn wind like little withered leaves.And I, I was a tree deeply rooted to soiled memories.I can’t change my stubbornness as it is planted,unless I shaped the earth around me-in all its pieces.I think the molding is enough to change the world.Because they never thought a tree could move.And in this stubbornness you will finally see,I wished to love the lively leaves surrounding me.You, wished to cling to anything that would nurture.You wanted protection and compassion from anyone.But I, demanded a love unconditional-as it laid in another.So I must find new leaves in the air to mother.I never wanted to watch you shrivel up in loneliness.But I couldn't bear seeing a purpose if there was no forever.Because you just want something to cling on and share no eternities-I did what I had to and set myself free.You wanted roots and limbs to prosper and give you life.While I was in search of leaves to bond in lifetimes.And damn may I admit the truth to you darling?I was hoping you had felt the same.

  2. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    July 17, 2014 12:36am UTC
    Thoughts by Me
    I'll never tell you my secrets.
    Like how you make me f***ing scared.
    I was finally at a place in my life where I could say I was happy.
    But once again you began reminiscing about the taste of satisfaction.
    How you had physically torn me apart, limb by limb.
    How you had charred every layer of feeling and created dishes-appetizers, entrees, desserts- and served them to my closest friends.
    Because nothing is more entertaining then watching someone become devoured whole.
    And I was too enveloped in a false sense of guilt created from your selfish need.
    I believe the words you had said were, "It's her, or me."
    And if my memory serves me correctly, I believe I heard you laughing.
    You'll never be satisfied enough, but that wasn't the question.
    How many times can you spit me back up and swallow me hole again,
    Before there's nothing left?

  3. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    June 2, 2014 11:53pm UTC
    Adhering a Broken Heart
    I have this habit
    To fall in admiration
    With the damaged
    Those who struggle
    Crawling through darkness
    Only to find that
    Their fondest memories
    Abandoned them
    Too blind to see
    Love being built before them
    Love I have for them
    An electrifying type of love
    The kind that could strike
    Leaving them more hurt than
    The past that clouded them
    Yet they haven't observed
    The contrary effect
    One providing them with light
    To help them remember
    All the beautiful moments
    That lay within the eerie
    This recurrence reminds me
    That the most beautiful people
    Have secluded themselves
    In unexpected places
    And those hidden beauties
    Should be displayed
    Your hidden beauty
    Should be displayed
    With the love i have for you

  4. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
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    March 3, 2014 9:12pm UTC
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  5. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    February 14, 2014 8:15pm UTC
    Accenptance is the key by Me
    The air is growing thick at the seams.
    Imaginary grins and laughs dance free,
    and in the bleakness they hang loosely.
    They: so dependent on my existence,
    like stars relying heavy on the night.
    Only through darkness and fright
    can they be seen illuminating skies.
    So note the underlying parallel with I.
    My soul intertwining with the dark,
    my memories combining with sparks.
    Some brightening with their aging,
    some sucking joy into the unknown.
    Those who brace each part with fear,
    only observe the corruptiion that grows.
    Those who brace each part with beauty,
    know that everything has vastness.
    Like the blackness I backpack gloom,
    but without it you can't see the joy.
    You can't appreciate the dazzling,
    the stars and galaxies burning steady,
    on an otherwise dank dreary evening.
    Night does not cower behind the light,
    it merely showcases the mysterious.
    Without darkness you wouldn't grasp
    the striking stars floating in my sky.
    That is what sets us from the blind:
    not what you see, but what you see.

  6. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    January 5, 2014 5:35pm UTC
    Life on a bookshelf-Me
    Her shelves are outdated.
    Blanketed with dust.
    Books scattered, each unique.
    Telling stories of her life.
    Her shelves are engraved.
    With minuscule details.
    Curves and patterns dancing.
    Her shelves are lonely.
    They cry to be loved and used.
    But she herself fears the worst.
    Her shelves are depressed.
    But the stories on them,
    aren't meant for eyes to glance.
    Her shelves are restricted.
    She witnessed ruin brought on them.
    Novels worn and pages tattered.
    Her shelves are patient.
    Knowing a book never read.
    Is merely a truth untold.
    Her shelves are her life.
    It's stories tell of insane adventure.
    Dazzling rays beaming on warm sand.
    And nightmares buried in her depths.
    Her shelves are aware.
    She is a library waiting to be explored.

  7. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    January 4, 2014 10:42pm UTC
    Our Brothers and the Stars- Me
    I ponder at times
    As I ogle each and every
    Starry starry night
    The sight of beautiful craters that
    Proudly pose on each and every
    Starry starry night
    The craters flaunting on the snow blankets
    We call the full moon
    Some nights I will howl for danger
    Of my own impending destruction
    Like our brother wolves
    Crying out for some reassurance
    That all is okay
    Like our brothers we are dependent
    Despite our showings of great courage
    Fear lurks in us all
    It's intriguing how we focus on
    Our differences
    When we have substantial parallels
    Proof we're akin each and every
    Starry starry night
    Joined by the moon each and every
    Starry starry night

  8. almostdeadpoetry almostdeadpoetry
    posted a quote
    January 4, 2014 10:00pm UTC
    A Shattered Paradise-Me
    I want to explore
    In search of a shore
    Whose body of land
    Might be yours
    And I want you
    To keep me afloat
    In the depths of sea
    The surround you
    And drown me
    Let me explore
    Let me build a home
    Deep in your chest
    To keep dry and warm
    And in return I
    Shall protect you
    From raging storms
    That pose a threat
    Wrapping my arms
    So my fingertips
    Curl ‘round your hips
    And I promise you
    I’ll never let go
    Unlike those who
    Left destroyed homes in
    The heart of your chest
    I will do my best
    To never get caught
    In a leading drift
    That draws toward
    The blackened
    Menacing sea
    For you are
    The greatest thing
    That happened to me
    I want to explore
    Let me explore
    And you the shore
    Will never have to
    Face those harsh storms
    On your own

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