Silhouette114 - Hello Poetry

there is no wind. no movement. the dust on the box is now its paint also its paint is the sunlight that comes in from the creek of the window left ajar. the windowpane, is broken from the edges. on days of storm, this window strikes itself hard, back and forth, sounding an alarm for an empty home, to run and bring back clothes drying on the line. there are no clothes. there is nobody to run. nobody to bolt the window shut. everything is still. and melancholy. but there are noises. the chirps? the cooker whistling? of water running- overflowing from the bucket, of an urgency to close the tap. of the gate. the gate opening, the fan whirring, a home. noises of a home. there is colourlessness. the curtains untouched for weeks. the walls, magnolia on some parts, cement on most. paint on some parts, crayons on most. a broken toytrain, a doll with no hand sit on the showcase. there. dust sits on the toys. carefully painted pots, filled with soil, but devoid of life. the soil craves to be watered. but there are sunsets. was it red? or orange? the aroma of tea. the sound of the box of biscuits being opened, sound of children screaming to catch the ball, chirps? birds returning to their nests. returning home. oh. there he is, with his wrinkled veiny forehead resting on his wrinkled veiny hands, in the corner of the room, at the window, all alone, lying on the cot. his eyes red and watery, of age, of wistfulness, could be either. his foggy memories and and the window banging in the other room don't let him sleep.

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Jul 30, 2020

Jul 30, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC

Silhouette114

Debris of a Home

there is no wind. no movement. the dust on the box is now its paint also its paint is the sunlight that comes in from the creek of the window left ajar. the windowpane, is broken from the edges. on days of storm, this window strikes itself hard, back and forth, sounding an alarm for an empty home, to run and bring back clothes drying on the line. there are no clothes. there is nobody to run. nobody to bolt the window shut. everything is still. and melancholy. but there are noises. the chirps? the cooker whistling? of water running- overflowing from the bucket, of an urgency to close the tap. of the gate. the gate opening, the fan whirring, a home. noises of a home. there is colourlessness. the curtains untouched for weeks. the walls, magnolia on some parts, cement on most. paint on some parts, crayons on most. a broken toytrain, a doll with no hand sit on the showcase. there. dust sits on the toys. carefully painted pots, filled with soil, but devoid of life. the soil craves to be watered. but there are sunsets. was it red? or orange? the aroma of tea. the sound of the box of biscuits being opened, sound of children screaming to catch the ball, chirps? birds returning to their nests. returning home. oh. there he is, with his wrinkled veiny forehead resting on his wrinkled veiny hands, in the corner of the room, at the window, all alone, lying on the cot. his eyes red and watery, of age, of wistfulness, could be either. his foggy memories and and the window banging in the other room don't let him sleep.

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You cry seas of tears And yet fail to collect Just enough water To sail through You tee-hee and ha-ha And yet fail to collect Just enough cheer To laugh it all off Every utterance strangles harder the neck Every depiction strikes harder the mind Every feeling breaks harder the heart Every boulevard becomes harder to recognize You hope for every potential human To look for you To get you back To restore you into familiarity You gutted, poor, poor thing, Remember it's said, Seek and you will find.

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC

Silhouette114

When you're lost

You cry seas of tears And yet fail to collect Just enough water To sail through You tee-hee and ha-ha And yet fail to collect Just enough cheer To laugh it all off Every utterance strangles harder the neck Every depiction strikes harder the mind Every feeling breaks harder the heart Every boulevard becomes harder to recognize You hope for every potential human To look for you To get you back To restore you into familiarity You gutted, poor, poor thing, Remember it's said, Seek and you will find.

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DAISIES Will you walk through the daisies with me, while the moonlight wraps us in a cold huddle, making us feel at home? We can walk barefoot through the flowers, while the grass tickles our toes. We can lay down and look up at the sky, while humming your favourite song. I can pluck the stars and sew them into your hair. I can make you a tiara out of all the wishes which the shooting stars carry. I can lasso the moon and fix her into your eyes. I can capture the hush of the night, and place it in your smile. We can talk about nothing, yet everything. We can be alone with each other. We can get lost. Will you walk through the daisies with me?

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Silhouette114

May 21, 2018

May 21, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC

scribblesandellipses

Daisies

DAISIES Will you walk through the daisies with me, while the moonlight wraps us in a cold huddle, making us feel at home? We can walk barefoot through the flowers, while the grass tickles our toes. We can lay down and look up at the sky, while humming your favourite song. I can pluck the stars and sew them into your hair. I can make you a tiara out of all the wishes which the shooting stars carry. I can lasso the moon and fix her into your eyes. I can capture the hush of the night, and place it in your smile. We can talk about nothing, yet everything. We can be alone with each other. We can get lost. Will you walk through the daisies with me?

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Sometimes It's actually good that you don't get what you want. Because If you get too much of what you want, Maybe, You just won't want it anymore.

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Apr 15, 2018

Apr 15, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC

Silhouette114

Needless wants

Sometimes It's actually good that you don't get what you want. Because If you get too much of what you want, Maybe, You just won't want it anymore.

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I needed you To warn me Before the storms Ah Instead You yourself Were the storm

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC

Silhouette114

Harbinger

I needed you To warn me Before the storms Ah Instead You yourself Were the storm

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#*My dear poetry My love for you is infallible Endearingly, you colonize my mind Undoubtedly lovable But Please oh please Leave some part to me Have to get back to the grind Please never do mind Have to keep time My dear poetry My love for you is infallible In you I find my respite Always be by my side*#

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Silhouette114

Apr 7, 2018

Apr 7, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

My Dear Poetry

#*My dear poetry My love for you is infallible Endearingly, you colonize my mind Undoubtedly lovable But Please oh please Leave some part to me Have to get back to the grind Please never do mind Have to keep time My dear poetry My love for you is infallible In you I find my respite Always be by my side*#

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Slaughter your ego, daughter to be spared alive Being woman is never A thing of pride Not your beauty, or the way you walk The way you talk, huh? Hah, you'll be silenced anyway Creator you are, daughter But never, babe, never Take credits of your contribution Give up girl, Hush Trust me, you don't deserve it No man will ever let you preserve it And by the time You incessantly keep trying To wash away the stains On your character, on your skirt, Both equally uneasy Pretty daughter, New and stronger ones will show themselves So just listen to me Stay put, royal princess Let's clear up all this mess And all you have to do is Adjust to that tiny pea Under your mattress

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC

Silhouette114

Adapt and adjust

Slaughter your ego, daughter to be spared alive Being woman is never A thing of pride Not your beauty, or the way you walk The way you talk, huh? Hah, you'll be silenced anyway Creator you are, daughter But never, babe, never Take credits of your contribution Give up girl, Hush Trust me, you don't deserve it No man will ever let you preserve it And by the time You incessantly keep trying To wash away the stains On your character, on your skirt, Both equally uneasy Pretty daughter, New and stronger ones will show themselves So just listen to me Stay put, royal princess Let's clear up all this mess And all you have to do is Adjust to that tiny pea Under your mattress

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Come you dear? I stand Petrified here Advance closer to me I dare look Not up Breathe, breathe on me I stay Not run away Slowly, slowly violate me I silently surrender Not resist Feel, feel the storm in me I lay dead-faced Not cry No tear Turns out from my eyes No drop of water To douse your fiery touch Burn, burn me I can't forget your words Ringing in my ears 'Is this too intimate?' You ******* Can't you see? Look, look at me. Meet, meet my eyes. Vapid, aren't they? Oh, Infringer of my soul You've Killed, just killed me.

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC

Silhouette114

Please, Leave ajar the bedroom door.

Come you dear? I stand Petrified here Advance closer to me I dare look Not up Breathe, breathe on me I stay Not run away Slowly, slowly violate me I silently surrender Not resist Feel, feel the storm in me I lay dead-faced Not cry No tear Turns out from my eyes No drop of water To douse your fiery touch Burn, burn me I can't forget your words Ringing in my ears 'Is this too intimate?' You ******* Can't you see? Look, look at me. Meet, meet my eyes. Vapid, aren't they? Oh, Infringer of my soul You've Killed, just killed me.

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