Maryelizalily - Hello Poetry

A musician who plays guitar at 2am, A writer who writes in a dark room, A painter who paints in silence, An actor who rehearses in the mirror, It is a choice to be an artist? Or is it a sacrifice to be creative?

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Apr 25, 2021

Apr 25, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

what's worth more to you; the success of your work or your state of mind.

A musician who plays guitar at 2am, A writer who writes in a dark room, A painter who paints in silence, An actor who rehearses in the mirror, It is a choice to be an artist? Or is it a sacrifice to be creative?

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My hands are no longer white, I don't have bows in my hair or butterflies on my shoes. When I sleep I no longer dream of blue sky beaches or green meadows. I am not clueless now, but I wish I was. Crying when I fell over and scrapped my knee turned into crying over loss and love and hate. How I feel so much more than I used to. Walking in the park and feeding the ducks, I remember holding my mothers hand, but I cannot remember the last time I did. I am not innocent anymore. As i've grown everything has became more complicated. I've been taught how to live in this world but i've not been taught how to cope with that. What do we do when we become lost, A perilous maze of despair we spend days, weeks , years trapped inside. There is nothing we can do as we're not taught peace. Its like the adults are afraid to discuss peace of mind, afraid that we will achieve it before them. We grow up experiencing different types of fears. Monsters under the bed to one day fearing death, and everything else in-between that. Standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing full well if u take one step forward you'd fall. Its that knowing that death is always there that scares me the most. I could die tonight. Or tomorrow. So what's the point in fearing death? I've had my brain be manipulated by to many ideas. Listened to people preach what they think life is, it's not gave me enough room to question it myself. No ones mind is ever blank though; like a seed we water to grow into a plant our mind has been developed only by the words of others before us. I was once white. I once was transparent. I was once a child. I am no longer innocent. I'm not blindfolded anymore. From a seed to a tree to one day...Earth, I shall be reborn into innocence again.

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

age of innocence

My hands are no longer white, I don't have bows in my hair or butterflies on my shoes. When I sleep I no longer dream of blue sky beaches or green meadows. I am not clueless now, but I wish I was. Crying when I fell over and scrapped my knee turned into crying over loss and love and hate. How I feel so much more than I used to. Walking in the park and feeding the ducks, I remember holding my mothers hand, but I cannot remember the last time I did. I am not innocent anymore. As i've grown everything has became more complicated. I've been taught how to live in this world but i've not been taught how to cope with that. What do we do when we become lost, A perilous maze of despair we spend days, weeks , years trapped inside. There is nothing we can do as we're not taught peace. Its like the adults are afraid to discuss peace of mind, afraid that we will achieve it before them. We grow up experiencing different types of fears. Monsters under the bed to one day fearing death, and everything else in-between that. Standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing full well if u take one step forward you'd fall. Its that knowing that death is always there that scares me the most. I could die tonight. Or tomorrow. So what's the point in fearing death? I've had my brain be manipulated by to many ideas. Listened to people preach what they think life is, it's not gave me enough room to question it myself. No ones mind is ever blank though; like a seed we water to grow into a plant our mind has been developed only by the words of others before us. I was once white. I once was transparent. I was once a child. I am no longer innocent. I'm not blindfolded anymore. From a seed to a tree to one day...Earth, I shall be reborn into innocence again.

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her eyes would go to all sorts of faraways body, mind and soul disconnected yet merged into the perfect embodiment breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure, she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals she is, if not, the closest to perfect (n.j.)

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Maryelizalily

Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC

psychotomimetic

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her eyes would go to all sorts of faraways body, mind and soul disconnected yet merged into the perfect embodiment breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure, she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals she is, if not, the closest to perfect (n.j.)

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I've done nothing today. At 5:00pm I make coffee. I decided I needed a cigarette so I sat in the garden and smoked. Once i'd finished the cigarette I lay down on the grass. Pale blue skies and birdsongs. I thought about what I could've done today wrote a poem maybe, or a song. Instead I wondered around the house and sat in different places. At 5:30pm I got my laptop and decided to write this, at leased I did this today.

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

pale blue skies and birdsongs

I've done nothing today. At 5:00pm I make coffee. I decided I needed a cigarette so I sat in the garden and smoked. Once i'd finished the cigarette I lay down on the grass. Pale blue skies and birdsongs. I thought about what I could've done today wrote a poem maybe, or a song. Instead I wondered around the house and sat in different places. At 5:30pm I got my laptop and decided to write this, at leased I did this today.

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glass eyes hallow head empty moments none left lean over disappear heartfelt fears loss of innocents ice cracking sky from the ground reaching for nothing no sound glass eyes reflect moonshine still water frozen in time.

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Apr 19, 2021

Apr 19, 2021 at 5:53 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

hypothermia

glass eyes hallow head empty moments none left lean over disappear heartfelt fears loss of innocents ice cracking sky from the ground reaching for nothing no sound glass eyes reflect moonshine still water frozen in time.

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what makes a man hate who took away everything left him with nothing or no-one that he fell grater and further then everyone else what is art can you be shown will we ever feel it exactly how its mean't to be felt or are our minds to clean? what does it take but years of pain surviving on pen and paper medication nothing is more beautiful then the artist nothing is more complicated then him live a day in the life of use the hands look with the eyes feel how it feels can you feel pieces of you die? without this what will they be? waking up each morning not for himself for you and me each day they splinter with every idea with every movement with every word comes a piece of them nothing is more beautiful then the artist killing themselves so we can feel like were living chipping away at that hate inside breaking off pieces to remake something of value but what happens when there is nothing left? when every piece is gone he has disappeared leaving behind Art.

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC

Maryelizalily

The Artist

what makes a man hate who took away everything left him with nothing or no-one that he fell grater and further then everyone else what is art can you be shown will we ever feel it exactly how its mean't to be felt or are our minds to clean? what does it take but years of pain surviving on pen and paper medication nothing is more beautiful then the artist nothing is more complicated then him live a day in the life of use the hands look with the eyes feel how it feels can you feel pieces of you die? without this what will they be? waking up each morning not for himself for you and me each day they splinter with every idea with every movement with every word comes a piece of them nothing is more beautiful then the artist killing themselves so we can feel like were living chipping away at that hate inside breaking off pieces to remake something of value but what happens when there is nothing left? when every piece is gone he has disappeared leaving behind Art.

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how many days until the end for my love with you there will be no end when I feel sour momentarily I always feel sweet with thoughts of you good ones the bad ones are like a pain venereal disease when I think about us dancing in the kitchen remember that lock it up safe throw away the key keep me there my body is yours when we sleep I don't want to wake noses touching staring into your eyes these glass mirrors reflect myself in a still glaze relieved of the world that's how I feel carelessly numb regaining your strength from my own lost in weakness you disarm me today we love tomorrow's war can wait dreading the day waking without you how much I would have lost withered fragile missing my purpose loving you a stolen gift means the same as giving yourself take sanctuary give up the barricade let me surrender me your blackbird waiting for you lie next to me touching hands looking at the ceiling this is everything i've learnt peace in him and in myself tell me enough i'll believe it when you ask me if I love you I say yes ask me if I'm happy know me like I know you catch me i'm falling fast let go the knife in your hand let go the gun in my own we hold these not for ourselves for each other.

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 6:05 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

Blackbird

how many days until the end for my love with you there will be no end when I feel sour momentarily I always feel sweet with thoughts of you good ones the bad ones are like a pain venereal disease when I think about us dancing in the kitchen remember that lock it up safe throw away the key keep me there my body is yours when we sleep I don't want to wake noses touching staring into your eyes these glass mirrors reflect myself in a still glaze relieved of the world that's how I feel carelessly numb regaining your strength from my own lost in weakness you disarm me today we love tomorrow's war can wait dreading the day waking without you how much I would have lost withered fragile missing my purpose loving you a stolen gift means the same as giving yourself take sanctuary give up the barricade let me surrender me your blackbird waiting for you lie next to me touching hands looking at the ceiling this is everything i've learnt peace in him and in myself tell me enough i'll believe it when you ask me if I love you I say yes ask me if I'm happy know me like I know you catch me i'm falling fast let go the knife in your hand let go the gun in my own we hold these not for ourselves for each other.

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When did we fall, Life's debt to us is in vain, And why we ask? Governed by a phone, In the eye of a girl, Who has been taught to wear a mask. Told to try our best, Only to come I last. Tell me now, Where can I go, When I can't escape my thoughts. Walk down to the shop, Buy a pack of cigarettes, And alcohol for support. This is how you cope, When you haven't been taught. The ground beneath us is breaking, Would you fight to fall? Well tell me what you have to fight for. Your family, your friends, Your job, your partner, your children, Is that it, no more? What about yourself? Is that something worth fighting for?

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC

Maryelizalily

The Age of Dejection

When did we fall, Life's debt to us is in vain, And why we ask? Governed by a phone, In the eye of a girl, Who has been taught to wear a mask. Told to try our best, Only to come I last. Tell me now, Where can I go, When I can't escape my thoughts. Walk down to the shop, Buy a pack of cigarettes, And alcohol for support. This is how you cope, When you haven't been taught. The ground beneath us is breaking, Would you fight to fall? Well tell me what you have to fight for. Your family, your friends, Your job, your partner, your children, Is that it, no more? What about yourself? Is that something worth fighting for?

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I try hard to express what I feel through words, The only problem is, There are not enough. I can't say what I feel, Because I don't know what the feeling is. I can't show my feelings, Because no one can really show their feelings. I can't describe the feeling, Because then it won't be a feeling I'm describing. I can only feel this feeling, This indescribable feeling I wish I didn't feel.

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Feb 7, 2021

Feb 7, 2021 at 12:14 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

Feelings

I try hard to express what I feel through words, The only problem is, There are not enough. I can't say what I feel, Because I don't know what the feeling is. I can't show my feelings, Because no one can really show their feelings. I can't describe the feeling, Because then it won't be a feeling I'm describing. I can only feel this feeling, This indescribable feeling I wish I didn't feel.

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Two years ago I would be terrified. Sitting alone in the dark, A bus stop on an empty street. My hands are under my legs, Im not cold. Ive stared at a yellow light, I imagine its hue as the sun It feels warm. Sounds of faint wind whistles course from one ear to another, I smile and take a deep breath in. Here where I am sat, I belong. I close my eyes and imagine what will come of me, What will come of me? The Artic air, the sinister setting complete a tranquil mind. I have accepted all odds. I am not scared.

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Feb 6, 2021

Feb 6, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC

Maryelizalily

Timere

Two years ago I would be terrified. Sitting alone in the dark, A bus stop on an empty street. My hands are under my legs, Im not cold. Ive stared at a yellow light, I imagine its hue as the sun It feels warm. Sounds of faint wind whistles course from one ear to another, I smile and take a deep breath in. Here where I am sat, I belong. I close my eyes and imagine what will come of me, What will come of me? The Artic air, the sinister setting complete a tranquil mind. I have accepted all odds. I am not scared.

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