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ragingpages · 5 years
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rainchild
washing hands under scorching water,
her pink palms scream, begging for the cold rain
pouring outside this pulsing dinner party.
she doesn’t belong in crowded gatherings.
snickering laughter like drum beats
erupting under muddy stars & shackled moon beams.
does she belong in confined mazes
brimmed with echoes?
their requests swirl behind
her bloodshot eyes & sobbing thoughts
trembling fingers flick water off
her skin as she shudders under faulty lights.
let her leave.
this menacing scene
collapses with sneering glares
as she opens a window near the sink.
climbing out, she scrapes her belly
on the metal sill.
her skin breathes
under the falling raindrops
like soft petals.
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ragingpages · 5 years
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honey children never wake
dreaming
of bathing in the sun, digging bare hands
in crushed chrysanthemums & giggling
at the purple dust staining our palms.
dirty feet bump into each other
as our toes burrow into wet sand.
twinkling, glazed eyes follow seagulls
playfully wrestling in foamy clouds.
we turn our heads towards each other
watching
tangled hair swaying in the breeze
like grass blades dancing
under summer moons coaxing out
starry stories hidden beneath
our thumping hearts.
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ragingpages · 5 years
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can i hit it again?
to light a wet cigarette
is a burden carried
by the lonely wolf.
slumped in a swiveling chair
before a barren desk.
thought floating
around his skull
like blue wisps of smoke.
faraway eyes reflecting
a journal reduced
to an ashy carcass.
paws clenching a glass
of honey whiskey, its water droplets
seeping into his greying fur.
“would you like the blinds open?”
an echoing voice
scattering the angry whispers
inside his head like blowing
out sandalwood candles.
glistening eyes slowly
focusing on the flickering
shadow, standing in a door
that has barely opened
in the last seven months.
to watch a dynamite rope
sizzle is a fruitful experience
for the forgotten wolf.
“no, but let me hit it again.”
- ragingpages
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ragingpages · 5 years
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im back :o
hii guys! I kind of disappeared off this platform but I really miss it because I feel like this is the safest place to post my poems. It’s kinda like launching little packages into space and hoping they bump into other packages. Anyway, I want relaunch this account and I want to post more often and hopefully it will motivate me to write more poems. Thank you for sticking with me.
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ragingpages · 6 years
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down by the riverside
where fragile dreams sleep
beneath whispering willows,
the girl with a torn lip
& a haunted soul
sat alone on a bed of wild daisies.
soothed by tipsy honey bees,
the girl studied magical beauty
emitting from the one that gave
her an escape from echoing frowns
& endless destruction.
its pages delicately held
her heart and mind with words
that coaxed the dusty happiness to flourish
into characters and stories who'll
wipe away the thick blood trickling
from her lip
& chase away the lurking shadows clinging
to her soul.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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Prompt: getting lost in a book
hello!! thank you so much!!! as a person who is obsessed with reading, I'm surprised I haven't tried writing about reading 😅 Anyway, I will definitely get to this by the end of the week!
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ragingpages · 7 years
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Trembling Self
confused was her heart
as it gazed upon
her bloody paper-cuts
& her ink-stained thumbs.
for it knew she
was a shattered fraud
craving completion
& fantasizing about satisfaction.
concerned was her heart
as it watched
her fake smiles
& her empty laughs
convincing loving souls.
for it knew she
was a wounded liar
desperate for assistance
& wild for reassurance.
terrified was her heart
as it witnessed
her violent breakdowns
& her venomous remedies.
for it knew she
was now a meaningless existence
roaming the ends of Earth,
searching for purpose
within in her hazy, trembling self.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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the weekend
friday
is vivid excitement.
he takes you
into the heart of a forest
swarming with freedom & solitude.
he pulls you away
from worrisome thoughts
& blows azure smoke
over leftover anxiety.
he mirrors the feeling
of stepping off murky earth
& ascending towards
saturday...
is a boisterous adventure.
they lead you
into the soul of a sea
full of wanderlust ghosts
craving disastrous energy.
they push you further
into a hypnotic state
of adrenaline
as you finish twisty tasks.
they resemble a kaleidoscope
of volatile behaviors
defining the path to
sunday...
is flawless tranquility.
she carries you
into the body of a river
full of dreams waiting
to be brought to life.
she guides you slowly
through the pages of an old book
filled with magical creatures
seeking happiness & peace.
she echoes a night
of serene thoughts
floating around starry skies.
together the trio make
the other days envious
of their friendship.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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fraud
laughter erupts in the night
heads are thrown back
& beautiful sounds escape
deep within connected hearts.
they feel the warmth of stars
glittering beneath their skin.
they feel the rush of excitement
bubbling up their chests.
& they feel magical euphoria
taking over their minds.
but one voice is a fraud.
one voice
feels the incessant vibration
of fluttering wings in their belly.
one voice
feels a searing burn spreading
from their palms to their necks.
one voice
feels overwhelming fear
chaotically crushing their mind
as they desperately try to keep
up with the act.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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dull slumber
empty is the heart
of a lonely wolf
lost, only for a moment,
in his mind.
the dusty afternoon
lingering longer
after each silent breath.
though at rest,
the lonely wolf
dreams of nothing
but gray hues
& misty truths.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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winter promises
I found sanctuary
in his soft temple kisses.
we sat hand in hand on
a tattered couch.
I closed my eyes
as he whispered about
the steamy mugs
of hot chocolate
we would sip before a fire,
watching flames dance freely,
next winter.
our cozy minds believed
that our fathers
would be happy for their sons.
I found security
in his curious lips
as he nuzzled my neck.
we stood shivering in a white lot.
I smiled
as he talked about
how we would
catch snowflakes
on our tongues in the streets,
daring the world to pull us apart,
next winter.
our hopeful hearts ignored
that our mothers
would disapprove with hateful glares.
& I will find serenity
when we disappear
in the midst of night
with our bags in hand,
next winter.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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crime
he set fire to death
& watched black flames
eat away her gray flesh.
in his blue eyes,
sat the truth of a crime
ruthlessly committed
under the scowling stars.
their glares resembled
the boiling rage,
rushing up his throat.
moon shadows flickered
across the stained grass
where her body lay
cold and mangled.
"she was relentless,"
he spoke softly
into the wind
& vanished between the trees.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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crimson love
loving her felt like
a searing, crimson burn
with hot plasma running
through our heavy hearts.
seeing her smile felt like
the fiery awakening
of our sleeping minds.
kissing her felt like
a feverous addiction
that we couldn't resist
as it roamed our lucid bodies.
& hearing her say " I love you, Freya"
felt like
a relief of a thousand savage
chains unraveling around our aching souls.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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To End It
Listen to me closely,
make me smile
but don't let it fool
your positive predictions.
I need you to...
Knock the wind out of my lungs,
make me wheeze.
Let my protesting coughs pointlessly
echo off this cave's walls.
Push me off that black cliff,
make me scream
Let my piercing voice guide
you to the last violent step.
Shove my head under those salty waters,
make me struggle.
Let my weak arms frantically
thrash in the murky sea.
And I promise you,
that is the only way
to end it.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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Poisonous Escape
The croaking witch lives on the darkest hill. Rumor has it that she cures contagious sadness in moldy hearts oozing anger in decayed veins & infectious anxiety in rotten brains by sinking her teeth into your bones, sucking all the corrupted blood, and releasing poisonous escape in its place. Soon after the transition begins: thoughts evaporate from minds like water feelings slip through fingers like blood & behaviors disappear from hearts like mist Soon after... you forget who you were. you save yourself & you escape. I think I might pay her a visit.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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Befriending Loneliness
I am never lonely Because I befriended Loneliness.
We’re pleased by the sights of my pathetic nights With unwanted utterances, Barricaded beds, And daunting doors.
We don’t need the sun! For he and I burn bright, With devoted darkness, Whispering wind, And stunning shadows.
We’ve engraved our names on walls, streaked white, With smothered security, Patterned protection, And comforting commitment.
But loneliness is but an emotion, Unreal and made up, By me. I created this loneliness And I am this loneliness.
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ragingpages · 7 years
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The Black Forest
Don’t be afraid of the crowned nymph who lives in the Black Forest. Take her hand and wander through the sinister trees where silly ghosts moan about unfair memories. Lose your mind in the sweet melodies of the haunted river where green sirens hum about murderous tendencies. Get lost in the black smoke of the ruined mountains where shriveled ghouls murmur about ancient jealousies. You will embrace the binding darkness of the creatures and plants in the Black Forest, never returning to misty thoughts and dreams.
- @ragingpages
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