Quiet_Concern - Hello Poetry

5:30 in the morning is too **** early Stressed and tired I uncapped my eyeliner pen I pause and look at my reflection I may look stressed and tired, but what can’t eyeliner fix. 5:37, and my eyeliner is done Perfectly flicked up and smooth It’s somewhat silly, this idea in my head When in eyeliner nothing can hurt me I look more calm, less like a frightened child A student, ready for the day I smile. 3:30, and I’m done with school I say my goodbyes and work my way out of the building I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a glass case Calm, collected, composed. I get home and I work And work And work And work. 8:25, I’m finished with school I breath as I exit out of my history paper Nine pages of college ramblings, good enough for an A I breathe and stretch 8:28, I’m splashing cold water on my face I pop my head up and watch as my facade washes away And my truth is there, as it always is A nervous child hiding under now smeared eyeliner.

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Apr 4, 2021

Apr 4, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC

Quiet_Concern

Smeared eyeliner

5:30 in the morning is too **** early Stressed and tired I uncapped my eyeliner pen I pause and look at my reflection I may look stressed and tired, but what can’t eyeliner fix. 5:37, and my eyeliner is done Perfectly flicked up and smooth It’s somewhat silly, this idea in my head When in eyeliner nothing can hurt me I look more calm, less like a frightened child A student, ready for the day I smile. 3:30, and I’m done with school I say my goodbyes and work my way out of the building I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a glass case Calm, collected, composed. I get home and I work And work And work And work. 8:25, I’m finished with school I breath as I exit out of my history paper Nine pages of college ramblings, good enough for an A I breathe and stretch 8:28, I’m splashing cold water on my face I pop my head up and watch as my facade washes away And my truth is there, as it always is A nervous child hiding under now smeared eyeliner.

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I walk into the hall slipping on my silver mask. At this ball I don’t have a name, my face smeared with the others I watch their lips dancing in conversation As I feel my heart, A gentle dagger tucked close I can see you looking at me Lips in a soft smile Face shrouded in gold Were you waiting for me? Soon enough we’re dancing And your royal laugh fills my daisy head Oh, what do you want from me? And then you leave Why did you leave? You leave me among these flawless faceless people With the perfect fake dancing faces “Oh **** it all, darling” I mutter as I step into the snow I can see the people looking at me These mess of people, faces uncovered As I search the powder sugar streets My silver dress sticking out like a dandelion in seafoam I just want to be home Or I maybe want to be in your arms I’ve yet to decide Before long I spot you again Standing in the corner, black coat dangling on your golden arm Were you waiting for me? You smile and draw a breath letting your cold breath cloud in the air 'Oh **** it all, darling' I think as I step closer to you Your nodding features drew me in I show my happy painted face Hide my truth under the silver mask Your’s a strong gold All I see is your artistic lips and jaw You smile and hold my cold hands Warming them with your breath My dagger heart falters The metal slowly melting with the ice of my hands Oh, why did you have to be so **** charming, darling You take my arm and spin The silver and gold of our skirts swimming at our ankles As you lead me to your home We’re inside now and you light a fire It’s dancing arms out wide I sit by it and look at you And the room I want to know I want to know everything You slip beside me Your warm hands tracing over my face As you pick at the edge of my silver mask And gently take it off You look in my eyes Your gold mask now sitting next to mine I admire the color of your face We speak I laugh And I realize how I’m falling fast As fear clings to my chest You trace my cheek What are you doing to me I smile at you and whisper “Oh **** it all, darling” As I reach for your face.

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC

Quiet_Concern

Oh **** it all, darling

I walk into the hall slipping on my silver mask. At this ball I don’t have a name, my face smeared with the others I watch their lips dancing in conversation As I feel my heart, A gentle dagger tucked close I can see you looking at me Lips in a soft smile Face shrouded in gold Were you waiting for me? Soon enough we’re dancing And your royal laugh fills my daisy head Oh, what do you want from me? And then you leave Why did you leave? You leave me among these flawless faceless people With the perfect fake dancing faces “Oh **** it all, darling” I mutter as I step into the snow I can see the people looking at me These mess of people, faces uncovered As I search the powder sugar streets My silver dress sticking out like a dandelion in seafoam I just want to be home Or I maybe want to be in your arms I’ve yet to decide Before long I spot you again Standing in the corner, black coat dangling on your golden arm Were you waiting for me? You smile and draw a breath letting your cold breath cloud in the air 'Oh **** it all, darling' I think as I step closer to you Your nodding features drew me in I show my happy painted face Hide my truth under the silver mask Your’s a strong gold All I see is your artistic lips and jaw You smile and hold my cold hands Warming them with your breath My dagger heart falters The metal slowly melting with the ice of my hands Oh, why did you have to be so **** charming, darling You take my arm and spin The silver and gold of our skirts swimming at our ankles As you lead me to your home We’re inside now and you light a fire It’s dancing arms out wide I sit by it and look at you And the room I want to know I want to know everything You slip beside me Your warm hands tracing over my face As you pick at the edge of my silver mask And gently take it off You look in my eyes Your gold mask now sitting next to mine I admire the color of your face We speak I laugh And I realize how I’m falling fast As fear clings to my chest You trace my cheek What are you doing to me I smile at you and whisper “Oh **** it all, darling” As I reach for your face.

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If you are a light, then why do you stride in darkness You fear not burning strong, but your flame is cold Tell me fire, have you no insight to yourself? I could dance to the rhythm you create If it weren't so dull Yet you think you are a master You tell the tulips and forget me nots to twirl But they won’t, for it’s winter And you won’t play for the snow I sit, cold and alone And you insist you are a bonfire Tell me fire, why do you burn so small If I don’t respond, Tell me fire, what do you feel? If you are so strong, why does cold wind whisper in my ear You ask me to dance, but my dedications are changing Tell me fire, what would you do if I skipped with the wind? I fear you wouldn’t feel as hot as you do now If you could see past your orange mystique Yet you think you have me You are losing your burning hold on me But you don’t realize what you’ve done And though your appearance might be warm, you are frightfully cold I fall away, and you grab at my ankles And yet, they no longer burn Tell me fire, where are your passions If you realize you are going out, what would you do? Tell me fire, what would you do?

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Apr 1, 2021

Apr 1, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC

Quiet_Concern

Tell me fire

If you are a light, then why do you stride in darkness You fear not burning strong, but your flame is cold Tell me fire, have you no insight to yourself? I could dance to the rhythm you create If it weren't so dull Yet you think you are a master You tell the tulips and forget me nots to twirl But they won’t, for it’s winter And you won’t play for the snow I sit, cold and alone And you insist you are a bonfire Tell me fire, why do you burn so small If I don’t respond, Tell me fire, what do you feel? If you are so strong, why does cold wind whisper in my ear You ask me to dance, but my dedications are changing Tell me fire, what would you do if I skipped with the wind? I fear you wouldn’t feel as hot as you do now If you could see past your orange mystique Yet you think you have me You are losing your burning hold on me But you don’t realize what you’ve done And though your appearance might be warm, you are frightfully cold I fall away, and you grab at my ankles And yet, they no longer burn Tell me fire, where are your passions If you realize you are going out, what would you do? Tell me fire, what would you do?

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See how the sunlight reflects? Casting dancing shapes and shadows Contemplate while they dance and breathe, for they are free Chuckling at the breeze See the statue in her frozen beauty? Her face trapped in a pained smile How the dark shadows whisper darker compliments Hoping for revival

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC

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See?

See how the sunlight reflects? Casting dancing shapes and shadows Contemplate while they dance and breathe, for they are free Chuckling at the breeze See the statue in her frozen beauty? Her face trapped in a pained smile How the dark shadows whisper darker compliments Hoping for revival

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Honey girl is what she'd call me She'd say You and your honey words honey voice honey eyes honey lips And I'd smile every time Now honey doesn't taste so sweet And I'm afraid I've been stung by the bee

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Oct 14, 2020

Oct 14, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC

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Honey

Honey girl is what she'd call me She'd say You and your honey words honey voice honey eyes honey lips And I'd smile every time Now honey doesn't taste so sweet And I'm afraid I've been stung by the bee

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I have a plan We'd go down to town And get ice cream Hands brushing ever so often We'd sit under that big tree And laugh so vigorously As we eat our ice cream Then I'd read the palm of your hand Tracing the lines as I tell you what they mean When I'm done I'll smile at you Your warm fingers will fold over mine And I'll look in your sea glass eyes As I wish this was more than a dream

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC

Quiet_Concern

Plans

I have a plan We'd go down to town And get ice cream Hands brushing ever so often We'd sit under that big tree And laugh so vigorously As we eat our ice cream Then I'd read the palm of your hand Tracing the lines as I tell you what they mean When I'm done I'll smile at you Your warm fingers will fold over mine And I'll look in your sea glass eyes As I wish this was more than a dream

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