Alyssa_Lynn - Hello Poetry

Don't you get tired? Don't you grow sick of doing the same thing each day? I know I do. I always want to learn, Always want to explore, Discovering new things EVERY single day instead of just once in a while. How can people just dig their own graves through monotony? Let the new seasons kiss my lips, The new memories expand my understanding of the universe. May I be ever changing, But ever present.

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC

Day by Day

Don't you get tired? Don't you grow sick of doing the same thing each day? I know I do. I always want to learn, Always want to explore, Discovering new things EVERY single day instead of just once in a while. How can people just dig their own graves through monotony? Let the new seasons kiss my lips, The new memories expand my understanding of the universe. May I be ever changing, But ever present.

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Light wakes me, A quiet reminder of the start of day. I stretch, look over, And melt where I lay. The man beside me, Still fast asleep, Who makes my heart ache like no other... Dreaming peacefully as he nuzzles Closer to my form, Settling against me, Arms strong and warm. "Maybe a few more minutes," I murmur to myself, Curling into the man I love And letting out a breath I never knew I held.

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC

The Silence of Morning

Light wakes me, A quiet reminder of the start of day. I stretch, look over, And melt where I lay. The man beside me, Still fast asleep, Who makes my heart ache like no other... Dreaming peacefully as he nuzzles Closer to my form, Settling against me, Arms strong and warm. "Maybe a few more minutes," I murmur to myself, Curling into the man I love And letting out a breath I never knew I held.

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Sometimes the best things Come from nowhere at all, Rushing in like a summer wind, Then gone a moment more. Opportunities strike then fade into the darkness, Life ever flowing, Ebbing and changing, never staying the same. After all, it wouldn't be interesting If everything stayed the same.

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC

Spontaneity

Sometimes the best things Come from nowhere at all, Rushing in like a summer wind, Then gone a moment more. Opportunities strike then fade into the darkness, Life ever flowing, Ebbing and changing, never staying the same. After all, it wouldn't be interesting If everything stayed the same.

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I sit with an empty page in front of me And an even emptier mind. Frustration boils inside of me But still no words come... I let my head fall into my hands. For what is a writer, A poet, Without her words?

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May 1, 2017

May 1, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC

Empty

I sit with an empty page in front of me And an even emptier mind. Frustration boils inside of me But still no words come... I let my head fall into my hands. For what is a writer, A poet, Without her words?

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Storms of feeling, Storms of people embracing one another, Storms of laughter and smiles As lips meet in sweet kisses.

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May 1, 2017

May 1, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC

Sweet Storms

Storms of feeling, Storms of people embracing one another, Storms of laughter and smiles As lips meet in sweet kisses.

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Darling, I want to come home. Home to your arms, Home to the soothing, Sweet rhythm of your heartbeat. I want to dive into the depth of your eyes, To curl into your warmth, To drift off to the sound of your laugh. My handsome prince, My peace in the storm, My love for you is deeper Than any river or ocean. I am aching to come home, I am aching to rush into your arms... I am aching, lovely. Won't you hold me?

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC

Aching.

Darling, I want to come home. Home to your arms, Home to the soothing, Sweet rhythm of your heartbeat. I want to dive into the depth of your eyes, To curl into your warmth, To drift off to the sound of your laugh. My handsome prince, My peace in the storm, My love for you is deeper Than any river or ocean. I am aching to come home, I am aching to rush into your arms... I am aching, lovely. Won't you hold me?

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How many of us have died Trying to make more out of our lives? How many of us slice open our skin, Dying to love, to feel? We jump from planes to laugh and smile... What if instead our company stayed For just a little while? We are DYING to live, And I do mean dying. Our souls, locked away, Batter our ribs and our hearts trying to escape. I want to write, I want to laugh, and sing, and draw, I want to make lasting friendships And give life my all. Like so many others, I am dying to live, Dying to survive.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC

Dying to Live

How many of us have died Trying to make more out of our lives? How many of us slice open our skin, Dying to love, to feel? We jump from planes to laugh and smile... What if instead our company stayed For just a little while? We are DYING to live, And I do mean dying. Our souls, locked away, Batter our ribs and our hearts trying to escape. I want to write, I want to laugh, and sing, and draw, I want to make lasting friendships And give life my all. Like so many others, I am dying to live, Dying to survive.

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Do you ever feel your soul Surging through you? Energy rushing through every limb Making you leap to your feet Unsure of your intended destinations. Lead, But a little bit lost too. We feel a need, to love, to cherish, to express, A fire in us as we Pour ourselves into the universe. Because we might implode otherwise. We have our own worlds inside of us But they are meant to intertwine, And become even more beautiful Than any one of us could have imagined.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC

Soaring Souls

Do you ever feel your soul Surging through you? Energy rushing through every limb Making you leap to your feet Unsure of your intended destinations. Lead, But a little bit lost too. We feel a need, to love, to cherish, to express, A fire in us as we Pour ourselves into the universe. Because we might implode otherwise. We have our own worlds inside of us But they are meant to intertwine, And become even more beautiful Than any one of us could have imagined.

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I wrap myself in his arms, His warmth enveloping me, Soothing me in a way Nothing else ever has. His breath tickles my ear And I laugh, turning To kiss his sweet lips, For he is mine and mine alone. I think of him daily, Lingering in the sound of his laugh And the pure joy in his smile. He shields me from the cold black wind That often threatens to overwhelm me. Though I am sometimes loathe to admit it, He saves me. ... I only hope he will never go.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC

Him.

I wrap myself in his arms, His warmth enveloping me, Soothing me in a way Nothing else ever has. His breath tickles my ear And I laugh, turning To kiss his sweet lips, For he is mine and mine alone. I think of him daily, Lingering in the sound of his laugh And the pure joy in his smile. He shields me from the cold black wind That often threatens to overwhelm me. Though I am sometimes loathe to admit it, He saves me. ... I only hope he will never go.

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What is this inside of me? Twisting and Turning in my chest, Invisible bile rising in my throat. This darkness, Thrashing about in my being Threatening to burst And infect every cell. This unrest is going to be the end of me. No peace, No rest, Blood rushing through my veins My body urging me, DO SOMETHING. But my mind unaware of a solution. I am in turmoil, agony, Waiting for it to end. This storm rages inside of me. And all I can do is pray That the darkness will not win.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC

3.15.2017

What is this inside of me? Twisting and Turning in my chest, Invisible bile rising in my throat. This darkness, Thrashing about in my being Threatening to burst And infect every cell. This unrest is going to be the end of me. No peace, No rest, Blood rushing through my veins My body urging me, DO SOMETHING. But my mind unaware of a solution. I am in turmoil, agony, Waiting for it to end. This storm rages inside of me. And all I can do is pray That the darkness will not win.

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