EliIsWriting - Hello Poetry

Walk among the people, Notice them, earbuds in, faces down. Only aware when traffic gets busy, When the sidewalk begins to crowd. A crowd, yet people don't bother talking, Because technology is too loud. Social interactions, Devolved, Pushed onto social platforms Where numbers value our memories, Numbers influence our personalities. We are the silent generation, Where our voices are heard by few, Drowned out by those that voice for the many, Because we are just numbers, comments, or likes. Hidden, Under a post.

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Nov 23, 2021

Nov 23, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC

Earbud

Walk among the people, Notice them, earbuds in, faces down. Only aware when traffic gets busy, When the sidewalk begins to crowd. A crowd, yet people don't bother talking, Because technology is too loud. Social interactions, Devolved, Pushed onto social platforms Where numbers value our memories, Numbers influence our personalities. We are the silent generation, Where our voices are heard by few, Drowned out by those that voice for the many, Because we are just numbers, comments, or likes. Hidden, Under a post.

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Beauty, Seen in the light of mornings sun. Orange, blue Pink and purple too. Radiantly march up the horizon line. In this soft light, Together we lay, Witnessing the break of day. Hands on bare skin, Lips finding places to stay. Your back, Facing me. Touched by the morning sun Appears like a mural, colors over-run. I'll find myself following the shapes, Brushing across the soaring arcs of color, Enchanted by the reflection of the sky. Only to be grounded once again, When you turn around, And meet my eyes. Oh how I'd love, To paint the colors of the sky With you.

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC

A Morning With You

Beauty, Seen in the light of mornings sun. Orange, blue Pink and purple too. Radiantly march up the horizon line. In this soft light, Together we lay, Witnessing the break of day. Hands on bare skin, Lips finding places to stay. Your back, Facing me. Touched by the morning sun Appears like a mural, colors over-run. I'll find myself following the shapes, Brushing across the soaring arcs of color, Enchanted by the reflection of the sky. Only to be grounded once again, When you turn around, And meet my eyes. Oh how I'd love, To paint the colors of the sky With you.

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I want to feel your fingers in my hair. I want you to run them through and through, I want to feel you pull and tug. I want to leave goosebumps down your neck. I want to tease and tickle, letting my fingers just barely touch your skin, I want to let my nose follow my lips, I want to breath you in. I want your arms around me, feel your nails dig in. I want you to grab me, hold me close as you let out the sweetest of groans. But most of all, I want to spend time around you. I could just sit with you, I would just walk with you, we could just be in a car. Silent, or talking, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine.

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC

To whoever opens my scared heart

I want to feel your fingers in my hair. I want you to run them through and through, I want to feel you pull and tug. I want to leave goosebumps down your neck. I want to tease and tickle, letting my fingers just barely touch your skin, I want to let my nose follow my lips, I want to breath you in. I want your arms around me, feel your nails dig in. I want you to grab me, hold me close as you let out the sweetest of groans. But most of all, I want to spend time around you. I could just sit with you, I would just walk with you, we could just be in a car. Silent, or talking, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine.

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The sun has set, Now only the sky is lit up by the city lights around us. Florescent, neon, incandescent flowing above us. Next to the water we lay, On the cool rivers shore, Where the water reflects the sky, In all it's disarray. And as we walk down the sand, We are sillouted by the rivers light, On this dark and calm night. So let's make this our place to be, Where we feel eachother vulnerable in the dark, Let's stay. Tangled together, Until the sunrises, until the beginning of a new day.

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC

A Dream

The sun has set, Now only the sky is lit up by the city lights around us. Florescent, neon, incandescent flowing above us. Next to the water we lay, On the cool rivers shore, Where the water reflects the sky, In all it's disarray. And as we walk down the sand, We are sillouted by the rivers light, On this dark and calm night. So let's make this our place to be, Where we feel eachother vulnerable in the dark, Let's stay. Tangled together, Until the sunrises, until the beginning of a new day.

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Take note of the flame, And It's ever changing existitence. Take note of the flame, And the way burns through life's substance. Take note of the flame, Watch as it displays it's dance giving off a living light. Take note of the flame, Appreciate the heat it gives, the energy it transfers. Take note of the flame, How hungry a fire can be if left unchecked. Take note of the flame, The flame that lies within you, tend to it, And let it appreciate the things you feed it.

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC

Inside you

Take note of the flame, And It's ever changing existitence. Take note of the flame, And the way burns through life's substance. Take note of the flame, Watch as it displays it's dance giving off a living light. Take note of the flame, Appreciate the heat it gives, the energy it transfers. Take note of the flame, How hungry a fire can be if left unchecked. Take note of the flame, The flame that lies within you, tend to it, And let it appreciate the things you feed it.

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I miss you, Sometimes. That's a lie. I miss you, Never. That's a lie. I never associated with lying, I value truth and honesty above all. For trust is the key to happiness. Yet in my mind, I lie to myself. I lie to avoid pain. The emotion, that is caused by anxiety and insecurity. I lie out of fear, Yet I lie to myself to avoid fear. I lie about my feelings for you, I lie to myself, I say it's over for me, that im over you. These little lies, they settle at the end of the day. Like dust they blanket my body, Make sleep a warm place to stay. But in the morning, I'll awake, and the settled dust. Will begin to peel away. Each time I shed, a new piece of myself is Revealed. The lies that held me, Can no longer be sealed. It's growth beyond myself, It's taking back control. But it doesn't dismiss, The fact that I still, Miss you.

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC

Lie yourself awake.

I miss you, Sometimes. That's a lie. I miss you, Never. That's a lie. I never associated with lying, I value truth and honesty above all. For trust is the key to happiness. Yet in my mind, I lie to myself. I lie to avoid pain. The emotion, that is caused by anxiety and insecurity. I lie out of fear, Yet I lie to myself to avoid fear. I lie about my feelings for you, I lie to myself, I say it's over for me, that im over you. These little lies, they settle at the end of the day. Like dust they blanket my body, Make sleep a warm place to stay. But in the morning, I'll awake, and the settled dust. Will begin to peel away. Each time I shed, a new piece of myself is Revealed. The lies that held me, Can no longer be sealed. It's growth beyond myself, It's taking back control. But it doesn't dismiss, The fact that I still, Miss you.

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I want to go out but my body doesn't allow me. It's feeble bones trapping me inside it's organic cage. If I was free, I would know no bounds. I'd make no mistakes, time wouldnt be profound. I'd soar across past failures, and see what success brought me, perhaps the love that left never forgot me. Or maybe, the ill-mannered actions I took, never happened. My soul wants dearly to depart, but this thing called life clings desperately to my heart. As if the leaving of my soul is the leaving of life. Maybe I'll take the leap another night

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC

Disembodied

I want to go out but my body doesn't allow me. It's feeble bones trapping me inside it's organic cage. If I was free, I would know no bounds. I'd make no mistakes, time wouldnt be profound. I'd soar across past failures, and see what success brought me, perhaps the love that left never forgot me. Or maybe, the ill-mannered actions I took, never happened. My soul wants dearly to depart, but this thing called life clings desperately to my heart. As if the leaving of my soul is the leaving of life. Maybe I'll take the leap another night

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The Gavel has sounded. Yet as you realize the gravity of your situation. you feel no guilt, your heart is not heavy. Time will only bring on this emotion, slowly. Slowly thoughts will wander, and now the situation is more than the past. Its reality. Never was a vow broken, for your heart was righteous. Until a dread came crashing in. Too sudden, reality seems a dream. Your heart - prior situation - is jagged, cracked as a felled mirror. Now, future holds your destiny, and uncertainty, an old friend, appears. Time and destiny, twisting in serenity, you dive into the situation. And now, the act is complete. Jagged heart, blood along its edges, hands across your chest, in attempt to slow the wound. But the dread has done its deed, she wont revoke her word. You had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and now you have a truth you need to speak. For you are not the condemned, not for the actions you took. But dread has done its deed. And as she hears your words, the confusion clashes with certainty. You forsake dread, binding yourself to another, that is what dread will think. But you are not the guilty party. For long before, you had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and with beloved dread turning away, leaving you to weep.

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC

Word of the day: Peccant

The Gavel has sounded. Yet as you realize the gravity of your situation. you feel no guilt, your heart is not heavy. Time will only bring on this emotion, slowly. Slowly thoughts will wander, and now the situation is more than the past. Its reality. Never was a vow broken, for your heart was righteous. Until a dread came crashing in. Too sudden, reality seems a dream. Your heart - prior situation - is jagged, cracked as a felled mirror. Now, future holds your destiny, and uncertainty, an old friend, appears. Time and destiny, twisting in serenity, you dive into the situation. And now, the act is complete. Jagged heart, blood along its edges, hands across your chest, in attempt to slow the wound. But the dread has done its deed, she wont revoke her word. You had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and now you have a truth you need to speak. For you are not the condemned, not for the actions you took. But dread has done its deed. And as she hears your words, the confusion clashes with certainty. You forsake dread, binding yourself to another, that is what dread will think. But you are not the guilty party. For long before, you had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and with beloved dread turning away, leaving you to weep.

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Often, I ponder the consequences of life. The illustrations we paint, Choosing to splatter yet another color across the canvas. Often, I watch as color turns dark. Ceasing to exist, the suns light dipping under the horizon. And here we are, in our truest nature, staring into the shadows. As a man stares within his own soul. What purpose can we serve when our lives our haunted by wrong and right. How can we, navigate the lightless landscape, when all can be shattered by one action. The weight not mattering, the intention disregarded. For any and all actions pose the chance of error, of tumultuous failure. This world we inhabit, and the society we love so dearly, so fragile. Often, I ponder the reason of those around me. of the weight they throw with their actions, and how assuredly they hold themselves. Often, I wait to see them tumble, never again to fully make it off the ground.

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC

Morality

Often, I ponder the consequences of life. The illustrations we paint, Choosing to splatter yet another color across the canvas. Often, I watch as color turns dark. Ceasing to exist, the suns light dipping under the horizon. And here we are, in our truest nature, staring into the shadows. As a man stares within his own soul. What purpose can we serve when our lives our haunted by wrong and right. How can we, navigate the lightless landscape, when all can be shattered by one action. The weight not mattering, the intention disregarded. For any and all actions pose the chance of error, of tumultuous failure. This world we inhabit, and the society we love so dearly, so fragile. Often, I ponder the reason of those around me. of the weight they throw with their actions, and how assuredly they hold themselves. Often, I wait to see them tumble, never again to fully make it off the ground.

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it fills the air, with a quivering screech. leaving only the toll of a beating bell. To the heavens we stare, hearing nothing at all, nothing but its honest call. For in these moments, fleeting, and rare, we find our pilgrimage headed towards hell. uncomfortable with the truths we face, we find ourselves pitiless, a hollow peach.

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC

An Earnest Silence

it fills the air, with a quivering screech. leaving only the toll of a beating bell. To the heavens we stare, hearing nothing at all, nothing but its honest call. For in these moments, fleeting, and rare, we find our pilgrimage headed towards hell. uncomfortable with the truths we face, we find ourselves pitiless, a hollow peach.

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