Danielle Mari Nidea Poems

I'm sorry,
Forgive me.
I know that you hate me.
Hug a tree,
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Deep in the fire, deep in the snow,
A witch tells a tale of long ago.
Inside the fortress, outside the town,
A witch wears a really, really long gown.
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Hills of bloody red,
You make them rise.
Like babes, they suck upon your breast,
Yet hunger of wolves is heard.
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It's been a long time since I wrote a poem;
There's been a huge difference after leaving home.
A penny a second, the charge of strife;
A weeping a penny, the charge of life.
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The winds create an epitaph where
Bees take cover and ants prepare;
The sky creates a colorful block
To where the shadows break the clock.
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A wine glass falls down and breaks with no sound;
Others that rest will burn down to the ground.
They will all shiver in the voice of the lies
And be taken aback by the bile of surprise.
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Perhaps the mournful melody
Was not made for the rain, but for
Sunny days when I can't stand heat -
I hallucinate when I drink
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I scream all around while crying colors,
Eating my own heart myself.
The moons may never ever change orbit
So why wait for my return?
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I fall down to the cold marble floor
Where diamond shards await me.
Typical, like all other traps, I say.
And you appear, you hologram.
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Once there was a man
Who went to his window.
He looked at the sidewalk
(That's three floors below) .
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