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Made by @ autumn-moony on Tumblr. Thought I’d add a little ambiance and share it. 😭


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Laisser – H.G Scott

Scattered words upon paper page
Reflecting sadness, madness and rage
The scratch of a pen so bitter and bleak
In the dark of night as stars earn their keep

Tear marks blot as they fall down cheeks
Spatter like rain on leather peaks
As the wind blows, a handle swings
As heels click while a hand clings

Deep into the silence, someone turns on a light
Disappearing quietly into the dark night
When it is gone and morning is due
On paper is still left one word…


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Graduation (Alternatively titled ‘Unrequited’) – H.G Scott

This is a personal one for me, this piece. I wrote this after my best friend (who was a year older than me anyway), graduated from my high school months ago. I miss her so much it hurts and I made this for her a while ago because of the fact I can’t see her.

Now, I know what you’re saying “You’re in love with her aren’t you?” and that answer is I was, a very long time ago I was, but only for a while. I’ve gotten over it now, I really have, but as unrequited love does…it really hurts a lot.

But, I saw her only recently and I know she’s happy, so…that’s all I’ll ever need.

That’s all I’ll ever need.

I’m surrounded in a crowd
Boys and girls with caps and sleeves
But I’m only here for one and only
Who makes me feel weak in the knees

My love, her name is means universal
But she’s just plain beautiful to me
She is my best friend
My sand to my sea

We’ve been together now
So many years you see
I could never tell her
What I really wanted to be

She’d never accept it
Never take it, if I’m honest she’d freak
If she found out her best friend was Bi
Let alone have feelings so deep

We argue a lot, yes emphasis on lot
Sometimes not speaking for days
But we always mange to fix it together
Because, well, we’re just that way

Sometimes I talk to her
Sometimes I ignore her
Sometimes I just stay away

Because it’s hard for even me
To tell my year older girl
I also love her in this way

She sees herself as imperfect
I call that a lie
I like the way she talks and looks
She doesn’t need to try

She says she will never get a date
It wants to make me scream
How can you be so oblivious
When it’s right in front you see?

Her mother doesn’t like me much
I’ve only once met her Dad
But I don’t really care that much
Cause she’s all I could ever want to have

I want to treasure her, love her
Give her what she deserves
But even I know that I can’t
And that alone just hurts

Now as hug her and she leaves for good
I know when she’s gone I’ll cry
Maybe I could have kissed her

Maybe I should have tried…

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Artist – H.G Scott

Pencil and paper
Scratch, scratch, scratch
Everything always starts off like that

Add ink, add black
Add dark, add light
Add shapes, add colors
Make it bright

Could be crayon, could be paint
Could be strong or very faint
Could be perfect or could be a mess
But you’re no different than the rest

Could be scribbles or long lines
People do this all the time
Could be shady or shiny or even not there at all
But it’s your style and that is all

It’s what you want to do
It’s what you like
Then pick up your dream
In a large supply

Sit down in a spot
And get going, go, go!
Maybe you’ll be famous
You never know!

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Ode to the Dark – H.G Scott

Left shoe is blunt though smooth
As it scrapes across the floor
The holes in thy heels are cavernous
As thy leaves socks on boards

Thy pack off, covered in colors
Unzip the stitches to expose
The contents inside come to light
As anxiety flows in its fearful flight

Lunch and bare bottle dragged up and away
To the table where they stay
Ragged cloth slips off the top
As hair is released from confides to a mop

Shirt rides up to expose pale skin
Thrown into basket to be washed
As metal clasps stay locked tight
To restless body parts at night

Voices waft from closed door with whispers
Though dark silence they fight
Long legs curled up in fabric barely awake
Never hearing the small whispered goodnight

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Lies – H.G Scott

She lies, just there, on that bed for two
She lied there for almost two days
Exhausted, nothing left to do

Round her filters faces, tears in all their eyes
She smiles weakly, says “I’m okay…”
For we all know, she lies

The young boy of 17, that sits by her side
We all know, when he’s alone, that he always cries
He focuses on his work, all the time just flies
When he says “Mam’s okay.” for we all know, he lies

His little sister is 14 and worried
She sometimes truants and spies
And when her friend asks and she said “At school.”
For we all know, she lies

Finally one day it came to an end
In a yard, two stones sit as crows fly
Because when she said ”I’m fine, go without me.”
For we all know, she lied

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Little Lauren – H.G Scott

A poem made in honor of my younger cousin’s birthday a few days ago, who unfortunately had Neill-Dingwall syndrome Type II, otherwise known as Cockayne syndrome and passed away when she was 6. Rest high, butterfly.

Little Lauren my baby butterfly
High above us in the sky
Fourteen years today you would have been
Living a beautiful little dream

You were the most perfect little girl
With big baby eyes and tiny brown curls
Stuck inside a little vessel
So small in my arms, my little angel

But for the angels watching over with you
Celebrating just isn’t true
I am with others are sad for it’s true
When none of us can be with you

Missing you Beanie
As you fly high in the sky
But we’re still all asking
The question of why