AntoinetteIVA - Hello Poetry

Im tired Im tired of trying Again and agin its the same The same outcome The same pain. I feel im losing my self Im slipping away And ever time I slip I find myself having less to hold on to I wonder I wonder how long i have Till nothings left to grasp

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Trying

Im tired Im tired of trying Again and agin its the same The same outcome The same pain. I feel im losing my self Im slipping away And ever time I slip I find myself having less to hold on to I wonder I wonder how long i have Till nothings left to grasp

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I've loved a man and I've lost My beging, my first and our foughts Faults and flaws to blame Misery and shame Icey was our fire Melting and burning disire Maybe one thats lost Can be found again for a cost..

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

1/26

I've loved a man and I've lost My beging, my first and our foughts Faults and flaws to blame Misery and shame Icey was our fire Melting and burning disire Maybe one thats lost Can be found again for a cost..

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Rember the sounds,the sights,our laughter The joy that rushed us and filled our evey being the pulsating beat of an excelerating moment the thumbing of our hearts to the waves of the music our touchs and our glances and our disires the satifaction of a gentle brush of skin and plastic melting in you,energizing you,flowing through your body the washed-out,blurred faces emulating heat the soothing flashes of colorful light swirling in mid air, fading and reviving with a gaint dark mass underneath and in it, moving and sawying in sync, as if it's one intity,yet it's many individuals,faceless and pure the smell of over heated,moist bodies glowing in the light so sweet and alluring and sureal,overdriving our senses mixing them together into euphoria,into exstacy,flowing into our veins,tingling then it's gone, all in one moment, your alone,your scared,your not one intity but one person reasoning flys back to you,reality lingering in memories and regrets and lies and happiness sink slowly into your brain filling you with emotions you recall your last moments of exstacy then walk away leaving everything in a shattered mess,not bothering to fix or face it taking one moment,one piece, from thousands and your gone...it's gone

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Rember Euphoria.

Rember the sounds,the sights,our laughter The joy that rushed us and filled our evey being the pulsating beat of an excelerating moment the thumbing of our hearts to the waves of the music our touchs and our glances and our disires the satifaction of a gentle brush of skin and plastic melting in you,energizing you,flowing through your body the washed-out,blurred faces emulating heat the soothing flashes of colorful light swirling in mid air, fading and reviving with a gaint dark mass underneath and in it, moving and sawying in sync, as if it's one intity,yet it's many individuals,faceless and pure the smell of over heated,moist bodies glowing in the light so sweet and alluring and sureal,overdriving our senses mixing them together into euphoria,into exstacy,flowing into our veins,tingling then it's gone, all in one moment, your alone,your scared,your not one intity but one person reasoning flys back to you,reality lingering in memories and regrets and lies and happiness sink slowly into your brain filling you with emotions you recall your last moments of exstacy then walk away leaving everything in a shattered mess,not bothering to fix or face it taking one moment,one piece, from thousands and your gone...it's gone

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Things better left unsaid Find home in my mouth A voice for the unspeakable A weapon to a freind A prisiner to nothing No guilt to be feed A camandor of sin Doesn't take light of loaded gun to the head And words are more direct method to defend For these leave burrows that dig deep in the skin Find home in the mind and live on A gun ends quick but my words won't leave those I deem damnd

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Untitled

Things better left unsaid Find home in my mouth A voice for the unspeakable A weapon to a freind A prisiner to nothing No guilt to be feed A camandor of sin Doesn't take light of loaded gun to the head And words are more direct method to defend For these leave burrows that dig deep in the skin Find home in the mind and live on A gun ends quick but my words won't leave those I deem damnd

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It wasn't just a fluke in my head that I misread, It was the life I was living that was mislead

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

thoughts

It wasn't just a fluke in my head that I misread, It was the life I was living that was mislead

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I love you but your lost Forgave and forgot I know not what it's cost But inside I know you fought

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Little rhymes

I love you but your lost Forgave and forgot I know not what it's cost But inside I know you fought

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On her knee sat a pallet of paints, a blank canvas and the trees, slowly her eyes closed into the emerald depths, Once not long ago, the splendour of winters nature witch was in silent slumber on crisp meadows, gone are blood berries of Holly’s frozen clusters, I see hedges spiked and glossy leaves, Awake I am moving past the trees, nowever will I wonder in glades of silver and green, I am a gentle jewel entwined within trees High pitch calls of the little owls are peeking, the woods be alive Little Robin Ruby Red breast is showing a deep chest, serenading me, A badger munching and crunching yonder I see, Tiny oak trees sprouting upward, a little gift from the squirrel’s scurrying year High above, a Raven black ink to my eyes. A jet feather is floating free, a gift from my beloved woods in mind Feeling the leaves dancing among big oaks trees, maples, beech and twigs are spiraling down enchanting on me, Whispering are the leaves that move, now dark, now light In the morn Wildwood tear drops of sliver hung on clever leaves, fairies are laughing hither tither and yon, sun catching their smiles in glitter, Golden rays bow to the dancers in the green glens and groves Apple and pear trees laden with blossom perfume the air, Sweet grass is tickling my legs, and lady bird red wing sings in the passing warm breeze, gazing upon Blue bell carpets just for me Into nights spell A voice wind runs through my hair, come and dance by the edge of the sea, I will guild you on a moon beam a bride to be, cooling the passion you feel, Beech nut husks crunch at my feet, and acorns marbles are laughing at me Wildwood possessed dew drop lips, majestic of night in the glades of silver green, Summer’s evening fire warming the passion you feel, dressed in cotton, wire and silks purple be, I am who you invoke and have always been, come to the edge of the Wildwood's near the sea to dance come be thee ── Gently her eyes fluttered open, lifting her brush, smiling she began her self-portrait among the trees. © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet T20.2014

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AntoinetteIVA

Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC

SolPoet

Wildwood Witch

On her knee sat a pallet of paints, a blank canvas and the trees, slowly her eyes closed into the emerald depths, Once not long ago, the splendour of winters nature witch was in silent slumber on crisp meadows, gone are blood berries of Holly’s frozen clusters, I see hedges spiked and glossy leaves, Awake I am moving past the trees, nowever will I wonder in glades of silver and green, I am a gentle jewel entwined within trees High pitch calls of the little owls are peeking, the woods be alive Little Robin Ruby Red breast is showing a deep chest, serenading me, A badger munching and crunching yonder I see, Tiny oak trees sprouting upward, a little gift from the squirrel’s scurrying year High above, a Raven black ink to my eyes. A jet feather is floating free, a gift from my beloved woods in mind Feeling the leaves dancing among big oaks trees, maples, beech and twigs are spiraling down enchanting on me, Whispering are the leaves that move, now dark, now light In the morn Wildwood tear drops of sliver hung on clever leaves, fairies are laughing hither tither and yon, sun catching their smiles in glitter, Golden rays bow to the dancers in the green glens and groves Apple and pear trees laden with blossom perfume the air, Sweet grass is tickling my legs, and lady bird red wing sings in the passing warm breeze, gazing upon Blue bell carpets just for me Into nights spell A voice wind runs through my hair, come and dance by the edge of the sea, I will guild you on a moon beam a bride to be, cooling the passion you feel, Beech nut husks crunch at my feet, and acorns marbles are laughing at me Wildwood possessed dew drop lips, majestic of night in the glades of silver green, Summer’s evening fire warming the passion you feel, dressed in cotton, wire and silks purple be, I am who you invoke and have always been, come to the edge of the Wildwood's near the sea to dance come be thee ── Gently her eyes fluttered open, lifting her brush, smiling she began her self-portrait among the trees. © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet T20.2014

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Back yard porch light Burns bright with a dim light, Amongst the hollow trees. Shadows swimming out of sight malicious in their whipping bite, Calm the forest that can not be. A flutter of flurries swarms the night I'm improching on the source of white Free the moth that's not your moon. So soon be gone my dusty paresite Flee these woods of wrong turn fright, For soon that light will be your guide to stay. And your moon will dull and fade into the starlight Beseech your home, it puts up a fight, Away away you flitter the fray. Your dusted coat of chalk sheet blight tethers away like thoughts of yesternight, Leaving specks of musk alomg the tree line.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Untitled

Back yard porch light Burns bright with a dim light, Amongst the hollow trees. Shadows swimming out of sight malicious in their whipping bite, Calm the forest that can not be. A flutter of flurries swarms the night I'm improching on the source of white Free the moth that's not your moon. So soon be gone my dusty paresite Flee these woods of wrong turn fright, For soon that light will be your guide to stay. And your moon will dull and fade into the starlight Beseech your home, it puts up a fight, Away away you flitter the fray. Your dusted coat of chalk sheet blight tethers away like thoughts of yesternight, Leaving specks of musk alomg the tree line.

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This sorrow that's inside I try to take it's pride, make it hide, but it won't die. Everything's a lie Covered up in filthy flies. Can't you find, anyone one who'll make it die?

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

7 O'clock

This sorrow that's inside I try to take it's pride, make it hide, but it won't die. Everything's a lie Covered up in filthy flies. Can't you find, anyone one who'll make it die?

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Days turn into weeks, As weeks turn into months, To Years and so forth Till you've wasted your whole life Waiting with nothing to show Or leave behind, But the faith you had in another Who lived their life forgetting you.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Days

Days turn into weeks, As weeks turn into months, To Years and so forth Till you've wasted your whole life Waiting with nothing to show Or leave behind, But the faith you had in another Who lived their life forgetting you.

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