Blue RibbonsA Poem by beautifulblade
I leave rhymes on front porches
and tie up my tears with little blue ribbons cause I can't stand to think of why they're there. I don't want to remember the feeling of immaturity and betrayal, how his dark hair was soft but his body was sharp and he used it against me. I beat drums in empty ballrooms, dance away my memories as if I can twirl away from his touch and into a parallel dimension because this present moment is full of anger and hate and all the things I don't want to feel... so I go numb. Sometimes... life f***s us over. We are dealt a s****y hand and told to play, live to see another day as the seconds tick by and sometime we just wish that the f*****g clock would stop ticking.. even if it's just for a moment. Because in that moment, we can breathe again. We can be without worrying of what we should or shouldn't say and we don't have to think of anything bad or of impending wars because that moment is all we need to realize we are still breathing on our own. So screw the haters and the non-believers because I write my soul into poetry. I write my words on clouds of war and send them off in empty bottles, drown my life in Jim Beam that I'm not old enough to drink but couldn't give a damn any other way. I'm sick of advice that contradicts what I need, and the shrinks all tell me to cry but I'm too proud to show my pain. So instead I write out rhymes hidden in the lines and wrap my tears in ribbons tied to memories I never wanted to have. © 2015 beautifulbladeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..Writing
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