ameenahussain - Hello Poetry

I chase you like a dog, relentless, unwavering, with legs that tire but never stop, fueled by a never-ending desire to be loved. My eyes see past your soul, piercing the depths of your being, I've become a secondary character in my own movie, obsessing over your every move, every breath. You're the director, and I want to be a star, but alas, I'm just a pawn on the board, my heart beating to the rhythm of your name, a prisoner of my own passion.

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Aug 31, 2024

Aug 31, 2024 at 5:59 AM UTC

Obsession

I chase you like a dog, relentless, unwavering, with legs that tire but never stop, fueled by a never-ending desire to be loved. My eyes see past your soul, piercing the depths of your being, I've become a secondary character in my own movie, obsessing over your every move, every breath. You're the director, and I want to be a star, but alas, I'm just a pawn on the board, my heart beating to the rhythm of your name, a prisoner of my own passion.

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He reminds me of the color yellow WIth the glimmer in his eyes Or the joy unfurled when we laugh together Or sometimes he reminds me of the color white When I look at him and see a future Of children giggling as they run around the old German shepherd White roses blooming Sometimes I see the color green in him When he speaks to me wisely Like an ancient willow tree Crooked branches blessing me with shade Leaves of insight, sheltering me. I see the color red in him When our limbs are tangled Dancing in love's sweet design Tossing, turning, heart's beating as one. In harmony and passion And wisdom and grace And laughter and Joy I love my Kaleidoscope man.

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May 21, 2024

May 21, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC

Kaleidoscope Man

He reminds me of the color yellow WIth the glimmer in his eyes Or the joy unfurled when we laugh together Or sometimes he reminds me of the color white When I look at him and see a future Of children giggling as they run around the old German shepherd White roses blooming Sometimes I see the color green in him When he speaks to me wisely Like an ancient willow tree Crooked branches blessing me with shade Leaves of insight, sheltering me. I see the color red in him When our limbs are tangled Dancing in love's sweet design Tossing, turning, heart's beating as one. In harmony and passion And wisdom and grace And laughter and Joy I love my Kaleidoscope man.

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The color of the world fades to a dull haze Vibrancy mutes, Like a song forgotten My body floats away Like a leaf severed from it's branch The world dissolves Like sand between my fingers. The woman that birthed me Turns into someone I don't know. I'm numb And she's not real She's just an illusion A figment of my imagination How can I escape it? This dream Starts to feel like a nightmare.

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May 21, 2024

May 21, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC

Dissociation

The color of the world fades to a dull haze Vibrancy mutes, Like a song forgotten My body floats away Like a leaf severed from it's branch The world dissolves Like sand between my fingers. The woman that birthed me Turns into someone I don't know. I'm numb And she's not real She's just an illusion A figment of my imagination How can I escape it? This dream Starts to feel like a nightmare.

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The bird with broken wings watches as the bottle of corrosive liquid empties Searing through her esophagus Eating away at her gut. The taste, the smell Bitter metal engulfing her tongue The tongue that once told the fox "Stop it. You're hurting me" But the fox didn't listen So she lied there Motionless as the fox had it's warm meal Shattering the thin fragile threads of her families bond Erasing her dreams Ending her future. Calming her eyes Her body becomes a frozen sculpture, Rigid and unyielding as the waves pound against her The bird that just hatched, Unable to swim out of the riptide Trapped beneath the swirling vortex Head under the sand. Sounds of the ocean rolling into her eardrums. Not in the air, yet she is free.

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May 21, 2024

May 21, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC

Little Bird

The bird with broken wings watches as the bottle of corrosive liquid empties Searing through her esophagus Eating away at her gut. The taste, the smell Bitter metal engulfing her tongue The tongue that once told the fox "Stop it. You're hurting me" But the fox didn't listen So she lied there Motionless as the fox had it's warm meal Shattering the thin fragile threads of her families bond Erasing her dreams Ending her future. Calming her eyes Her body becomes a frozen sculpture, Rigid and unyielding as the waves pound against her The bird that just hatched, Unable to swim out of the riptide Trapped beneath the swirling vortex Head under the sand. Sounds of the ocean rolling into her eardrums. Not in the air, yet she is free.

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In shadows deep, where sinners tread. A servant lost, his soul in dread. He stumbles through the night so cold A story whispered, seldom told. His mind a battlefield of pain Where echoes of the past remain. A sheep, he seeks the Shepherd's grace. Yet finds but darkness in its place. The acid kiss, a fleeting high a vulnerable, desperate cry. He chases dreams that fade like mist In hollow moments, lost, dismissed. His heart, a vessel worn and weak In silence, screams the word's he'd speak Who am I now? What have I done? The shadow cast beneath the sun. He wanders through the maze of sin. A battle fought, a war within The sheep still seeks a shepherds hand. A sinner's search for promised land. In twilights glow, a tear descends. A broken man who still defends The remnants of his fractured soul, His fragile heart seeks to be whole. Through darkest nights, he fights to see. The man he dreams he still could be. For in his depths, a truth runs deep: Even sinners, servants, and sheep can weep.

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May 21, 2024

May 21, 2024 at 9:03 PM UTC

Sinners, Servants, and Sheep

In shadows deep, where sinners tread. A servant lost, his soul in dread. He stumbles through the night so cold A story whispered, seldom told. His mind a battlefield of pain Where echoes of the past remain. A sheep, he seeks the Shepherd's grace. Yet finds but darkness in its place. The acid kiss, a fleeting high a vulnerable, desperate cry. He chases dreams that fade like mist In hollow moments, lost, dismissed. His heart, a vessel worn and weak In silence, screams the word's he'd speak Who am I now? What have I done? The shadow cast beneath the sun. He wanders through the maze of sin. A battle fought, a war within The sheep still seeks a shepherds hand. A sinner's search for promised land. In twilights glow, a tear descends. A broken man who still defends The remnants of his fractured soul, His fragile heart seeks to be whole. Through darkest nights, he fights to see. The man he dreams he still could be. For in his depths, a truth runs deep: Even sinners, servants, and sheep can weep.

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Candle, candle Burn so bright Guide me through the shadows tonight Wispy smoke Fill in my nose The lovely scent Of burning rose

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Feb 16, 2021

Feb 16, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC

Candle

Candle, candle Burn so bright Guide me through the shadows tonight Wispy smoke Fill in my nose The lovely scent Of burning rose

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Tears tell stories Of happy and sad Of times you were lonely And times you were glad They can come like the rain On a cold, stormy night Or an occasional sprinkle Of joy and delight

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Apr 18, 2020

Apr 18, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC

TEARS

Tears tell stories Of happy and sad Of times you were lonely And times you were glad They can come like the rain On a cold, stormy night Or an occasional sprinkle Of joy and delight

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Coronavirus Don't come back If you will I'll give you a thwack

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC

Coronavirus

Coronavirus Don't come back If you will I'll give you a thwack

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Tears dribble down my skin Dripping like rain, down my chin Wondering if he'll ever come back Into this world that's as dark as black Shivering, shuddering down my throat Drowning in sorrows In my own boat

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC

Loss

Tears dribble down my skin Dripping like rain, down my chin Wondering if he'll ever come back Into this world that's as dark as black Shivering, shuddering down my throat Drowning in sorrows In my own boat

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I follow my dreams They follow me too I'm never alone Only with you Every step Every breath There are 2 copies of me One is useless One is good Which is which? Nobody knows Only the shadow that goes wherever I go

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC

Shadow

I follow my dreams They follow me too I'm never alone Only with you Every step Every breath There are 2 copies of me One is useless One is good Which is which? Nobody knows Only the shadow that goes wherever I go

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