andrea-monique-diaz - Hello Poetry

Did I really have any other choice? The minute the minute the moment you came and graced these lands with your presence, I was already awestruck. While other’s just bowed to the things you have done for us, I bowed to your beauty your essence. Yet mortal feelings should have never reached you. You belonged to the stars I belonged down here. Yet here you were with us mortals, Here you were in robes that hardly touched the mortal plain And I’d still honor the grounds you walked on. Here you were dancing with the gods you made singing with the mortals of the world you gave. You kept coming, and going. And each time you came back, I must have seemed older over the years. And yet My heart still yearned… And yet… My heart still yearned. Your rubellite eyes, Asked to stay But no god would listen For the curse that could incur. And when your rubellite eyes met my sapphiric ones, Your name came across my lips, the name I told myself I’d never call you. A name I knew that would link you. Then you looked at me, And asked me Could you stay? Who was I to give you an answer, Who was I to command your wishes? And Apparently You gave me the answer. I met you as A boy who knew nothing And I see you as A man who wanted everything. And as I look at you Your name came out above a whisper And You stayed And You stayed. And I will never regret the decisions I’ve made.

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Jun 3, 2024

Jun 3, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC

When Gods Love

Did I really have any other choice? The minute the minute the moment you came and graced these lands with your presence, I was already awestruck. While other’s just bowed to the things you have done for us, I bowed to your beauty your essence. Yet mortal feelings should have never reached you. You belonged to the stars I belonged down here. Yet here you were with us mortals, Here you were in robes that hardly touched the mortal plain And I’d still honor the grounds you walked on. Here you were dancing with the gods you made singing with the mortals of the world you gave. You kept coming, and going. And each time you came back, I must have seemed older over the years. And yet My heart still yearned… And yet… My heart still yearned. Your rubellite eyes, Asked to stay But no god would listen For the curse that could incur. And when your rubellite eyes met my sapphiric ones, Your name came across my lips, the name I told myself I’d never call you. A name I knew that would link you. Then you looked at me, And asked me Could you stay? Who was I to give you an answer, Who was I to command your wishes? And Apparently You gave me the answer. I met you as A boy who knew nothing And I see you as A man who wanted everything. And as I look at you Your name came out above a whisper And You stayed And You stayed. And I will never regret the decisions I’ve made.

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In the unification of all that ends In the unification of all that begins Our fates will be tied And thus the fate of all mortals in the Swirled Cosmos Shall follow this. In death A second chance. In life A new path. Our love will spell out An infinite stream Of choices Of decisions Of chances And when a mortal soul falls And has met the criteria I shall send it off to your embrace In hopes it shall receive a finer chance Under our divine dance.

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May 22, 2024

May 22, 2024 at 7:45 PM UTC

Erembour's Vows to Seraphine

In the unification of all that ends In the unification of all that begins Our fates will be tied And thus the fate of all mortals in the Swirled Cosmos Shall follow this. In death A second chance. In life A new path. Our love will spell out An infinite stream Of choices Of decisions Of chances And when a mortal soul falls And has met the criteria I shall send it off to your embrace In hopes it shall receive a finer chance Under our divine dance.

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There is probably so much wrong with me Which is why I feel with my life filled with as much ambiguity As I make it out to be I will never know if you have seen nor found the real me. So with all of my sincerity With all the hopes of breaking these walls gently You will have come to find Something that I have never thought of to be kind You’ll have never guessed Why storms have meshed On insides when outsides tell a story of calmness and bliss But there’s possibilities that miss The gravity behind Widened smiles and loud laughters intertwined With sleepless nights and teary faces You’ll have never guessed that I am one of these cases You’ll have always noted how my confidence is blinding When in reality it is actually hiding All that attempts to seep Through these guarded walls for my emotions run deep And the short time that was spent Left a remarkable dent One that I fear Keeps that day near The day when you see a girl crumbling For love continuously keeps her fumbling. You’ll have found a girl Who has always feared the world Leaving her alone For every person she notes as a home Has abandoned her in some sort of way She feels her existence is unneeded some days Which is why her feet have always been pierced with glass And some days that glue cannot hold up her shattered mask Yet you’ll find her pretending And hear her apologizing For all the things she has ever done Even if she is not the cause of a single one Even if you ask about her past She will never tell you about the nights her mask did not last She will never tell you how loud her thoughts get The ones that have always kept Her from knowing how much she is loved And needed So I ask you this Dearest future boyfriend of mine If you ever reach this deep end in due time I beg you not to keep promises you do not intend to keep That if you are going to swim this deep Prepare to be very sweet to a girl trying to find her happiness in this world Or prepare to add on what she’s always feared And do not make an excuse For there is no use Of hiding intentions behind For the truth is what I always find.

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC

Dearest Future Boyfriend

There is probably so much wrong with me Which is why I feel with my life filled with as much ambiguity As I make it out to be I will never know if you have seen nor found the real me. So with all of my sincerity With all the hopes of breaking these walls gently You will have come to find Something that I have never thought of to be kind You’ll have never guessed Why storms have meshed On insides when outsides tell a story of calmness and bliss But there’s possibilities that miss The gravity behind Widened smiles and loud laughters intertwined With sleepless nights and teary faces You’ll have never guessed that I am one of these cases You’ll have always noted how my confidence is blinding When in reality it is actually hiding All that attempts to seep Through these guarded walls for my emotions run deep And the short time that was spent Left a remarkable dent One that I fear Keeps that day near The day when you see a girl crumbling For love continuously keeps her fumbling. You’ll have found a girl Who has always feared the world Leaving her alone For every person she notes as a home Has abandoned her in some sort of way She feels her existence is unneeded some days Which is why her feet have always been pierced with glass And some days that glue cannot hold up her shattered mask Yet you’ll find her pretending And hear her apologizing For all the things she has ever done Even if she is not the cause of a single one Even if you ask about her past She will never tell you about the nights her mask did not last She will never tell you how loud her thoughts get The ones that have always kept Her from knowing how much she is loved And needed So I ask you this Dearest future boyfriend of mine If you ever reach this deep end in due time I beg you not to keep promises you do not intend to keep That if you are going to swim this deep Prepare to be very sweet to a girl trying to find her happiness in this world Or prepare to add on what she’s always feared And do not make an excuse For there is no use Of hiding intentions behind For the truth is what I always find.

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She had wavy locks The kind that twirled around when she stood at docks When the coastal wind fell in love with running in between the hair lines. And everyone will always note her beautiful brown skin But even those descriptive words could never sink in Because she was the type of girl That no other writer could dream about in their worlds. Her dark brown eyes had always shied away from other’s looks. Pierced and wandered when all the other glances took A look at her attempting to flee To the imagination she’s always dreamt about in the early morning passed three. You see, There once was a boy with ocean eyes and golden tip hair With spots plotted all over his skin Who made her feel like the flowered one underneath the sun Because surely her heart was won. But she never noticed the gun That continuously took aims at the teared down fortress For surely she believed that there was hope for the heatless And no matter how many bullets hit the mark She was too afraid of being in the dark. You see The idea of her was as simple as it can be Smiles and laughs Kindness that forever lasts She was the kind that got people to open up and shine But there always came a time Where they leave her far, far, behind The ideal her starts ripping away And there always came the day When it stopped becoming her outer shield And when her insides became harder to deal There always came a time when the real one revealed. And they’ve always foretold The truest one breaking free from the hold But they never tell you Who’s going to be there to see the real one coming through. And stories always hide the sadness with glee Because no one ever knew that the spotted skin boy flee’d. So she was left on docks Wondering why her wavy locks Had not received the coastal winds love for her hair lines. Wondered why her skin Was missing light rays the sun once gave in Because even though people would write How she must stay strong and be the light That her love has to come from within And not from what could sink in But no one ever told her How lovely it was to be nurtured By the words that went passed her ideal And comforted what has always been real.

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC

Find the Girl Who Hides

She had wavy locks The kind that twirled around when she stood at docks When the coastal wind fell in love with running in between the hair lines. And everyone will always note her beautiful brown skin But even those descriptive words could never sink in Because she was the type of girl That no other writer could dream about in their worlds. Her dark brown eyes had always shied away from other’s looks. Pierced and wandered when all the other glances took A look at her attempting to flee To the imagination she’s always dreamt about in the early morning passed three. You see, There once was a boy with ocean eyes and golden tip hair With spots plotted all over his skin Who made her feel like the flowered one underneath the sun Because surely her heart was won. But she never noticed the gun That continuously took aims at the teared down fortress For surely she believed that there was hope for the heatless And no matter how many bullets hit the mark She was too afraid of being in the dark. You see The idea of her was as simple as it can be Smiles and laughs Kindness that forever lasts She was the kind that got people to open up and shine But there always came a time Where they leave her far, far, behind The ideal her starts ripping away And there always came the day When it stopped becoming her outer shield And when her insides became harder to deal There always came a time when the real one revealed. And they’ve always foretold The truest one breaking free from the hold But they never tell you Who’s going to be there to see the real one coming through. And stories always hide the sadness with glee Because no one ever knew that the spotted skin boy flee’d. So she was left on docks Wondering why her wavy locks Had not received the coastal winds love for her hair lines. Wondered why her skin Was missing light rays the sun once gave in Because even though people would write How she must stay strong and be the light That her love has to come from within And not from what could sink in But no one ever told her How lovely it was to be nurtured By the words that went passed her ideal And comforted what has always been real.

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I’m not one for writing about things that are useful Things that can shape the world Things that can help someone get on by. I’m not one for writing about things that are relevant Because whenever I write You seem to have that presence. That kind of presence that tends to etch itself on to the letters written That kind of presence that tends to draw itself on to paper whenever given And I hate it. Hate it because your existence is all I’ll ever think about Whether I’m busy attending to my own needs Alone with too many words screaming in my head Or anywhere in between Hate it because you are the only one that seems to make it right That seems to quell the angriest of storms That seems to bring out the sun when the clouds hide it away That seems to continuously extend even when I’ve given up reaching Hate it because I never loved the idea of love You’d think with all the love poems I’ve written About how lovely it would be to wake up to your horizon About how lovely it would be to walk upon sandy material with sea breeze all around About how lovely it would be with our fingers intertwined Because we both know yours fits right in between mine About how lovely it would be with just you and me That I would somehow love being in love That my heart grows fonder with every moment spent But I don’t Its reckless Its Foolish For even the wisest of people grew without a heart. Because they knew in order to live without pain They would wish the bonds untwine For they do not want a “yours” and “mine” Yet somehow in the midst of being a cold-hearted ***** You found a way to stay and not ditch. I’m too afraid to admit how deeply in love I am Because I’m too afraid of losing something I had no idea I had So please, Let me let you know, That I’m not one to write about things that can throw a life line About things that can get you to say “You’re mine.” About things that can be of relevance at this time I’m more about writing about how much of a useless romantic I’ve come to find

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

I'm Nothing But a Useless Romantic

I’m not one for writing about things that are useful Things that can shape the world Things that can help someone get on by. I’m not one for writing about things that are relevant Because whenever I write You seem to have that presence. That kind of presence that tends to etch itself on to the letters written That kind of presence that tends to draw itself on to paper whenever given And I hate it. Hate it because your existence is all I’ll ever think about Whether I’m busy attending to my own needs Alone with too many words screaming in my head Or anywhere in between Hate it because you are the only one that seems to make it right That seems to quell the angriest of storms That seems to bring out the sun when the clouds hide it away That seems to continuously extend even when I’ve given up reaching Hate it because I never loved the idea of love You’d think with all the love poems I’ve written About how lovely it would be to wake up to your horizon About how lovely it would be to walk upon sandy material with sea breeze all around About how lovely it would be with our fingers intertwined Because we both know yours fits right in between mine About how lovely it would be with just you and me That I would somehow love being in love That my heart grows fonder with every moment spent But I don’t Its reckless Its Foolish For even the wisest of people grew without a heart. Because they knew in order to live without pain They would wish the bonds untwine For they do not want a “yours” and “mine” Yet somehow in the midst of being a cold-hearted ***** You found a way to stay and not ditch. I’m too afraid to admit how deeply in love I am Because I’m too afraid of losing something I had no idea I had So please, Let me let you know, That I’m not one to write about things that can throw a life line About things that can get you to say “You’re mine.” About things that can be of relevance at this time I’m more about writing about how much of a useless romantic I’ve come to find

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Kind of like counting the stars in the sky Its ridiculous to count the moments spent To count the days gone by Because to be honest its all been mushed together Like pieces of the events slowly woven in And to be honest, I wouldn’t have spent it any better Than to be with you But let me take ti slowly Back-track Because when we first met, I couldn’t have imagined it like this Now Let me be perfectly honest when I say That I did not expect things to turn out this way Because here I am lil miss haven’t been with anyone since god knows when And here you are mistry white clouds with golden sun rays shining through Mister deep sea blue eyes so easy to take a dip in Mister piece of art museums everywhere are missin’ Walking imperfectly along black pavements and gray roads You see it was an impossibility for me to be with you What with how darkness easily encompasses me What with how words are easily slippin out of your lips What with how words are easily ****** into my minds dark abyss And to be honest trying to capture the words into moments spent have been nothing but troublesome due to how much is entangled by thoughts like "wow I can’t believe this is happening" So just like counting the number of lights that paint the sky Its kinda ridiculous coming up with 21 good reasons why today is pretty amazin’ Because there aren’t any letters that can string along together To describe the amount of possible reasons why I find today quite so special Because To be frank its been 35 days, 840 hours, 50400 minutes with seconds still counting Because to be practically accurate its been 141 days, 3384 hours. and 203040 minutes with seconds continuously running And no matter the moments passing It still feels as though our infinities are intertwining Decreasing the time that continues spinnin’ I can’t give you any good reasons just as the universe can’t place any more lights up there But for a perfect one I guess I can compose That without you here There wouldn’t be a rope for me to hold Now I’m not saying that without you here I can’t find a way to make my own happiness appear I’m not saying you’re this bright light that shines through the grey crowds Allowing me this way to surface from the deepest of seas I’m saying that because you’ve been living in my mind rent free since day one All of which that kept me drowning and entangled by chains that are not my own Has loosened up and given me this ability to be free And a better place to be Because the perfectly composed reason why this is becoming an amazing year Is because you are here, my dear Now I hope all of your wishes come true Cause all I’m asking from you Is for more days to spend together Completing the impossibly ridiculous task fo counting the stars in the sky With just you And I

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC

Counting Stars

Kind of like counting the stars in the sky Its ridiculous to count the moments spent To count the days gone by Because to be honest its all been mushed together Like pieces of the events slowly woven in And to be honest, I wouldn’t have spent it any better Than to be with you But let me take ti slowly Back-track Because when we first met, I couldn’t have imagined it like this Now Let me be perfectly honest when I say That I did not expect things to turn out this way Because here I am lil miss haven’t been with anyone since god knows when And here you are mistry white clouds with golden sun rays shining through Mister deep sea blue eyes so easy to take a dip in Mister piece of art museums everywhere are missin’ Walking imperfectly along black pavements and gray roads You see it was an impossibility for me to be with you What with how darkness easily encompasses me What with how words are easily slippin out of your lips What with how words are easily ****** into my minds dark abyss And to be honest trying to capture the words into moments spent have been nothing but troublesome due to how much is entangled by thoughts like "wow I can’t believe this is happening" So just like counting the number of lights that paint the sky Its kinda ridiculous coming up with 21 good reasons why today is pretty amazin’ Because there aren’t any letters that can string along together To describe the amount of possible reasons why I find today quite so special Because To be frank its been 35 days, 840 hours, 50400 minutes with seconds still counting Because to be practically accurate its been 141 days, 3384 hours. and 203040 minutes with seconds continuously running And no matter the moments passing It still feels as though our infinities are intertwining Decreasing the time that continues spinnin’ I can’t give you any good reasons just as the universe can’t place any more lights up there But for a perfect one I guess I can compose That without you here There wouldn’t be a rope for me to hold Now I’m not saying that without you here I can’t find a way to make my own happiness appear I’m not saying you’re this bright light that shines through the grey crowds Allowing me this way to surface from the deepest of seas I’m saying that because you’ve been living in my mind rent free since day one All of which that kept me drowning and entangled by chains that are not my own Has loosened up and given me this ability to be free And a better place to be Because the perfectly composed reason why this is becoming an amazing year Is because you are here, my dear Now I hope all of your wishes come true Cause all I’m asking from you Is for more days to spend together Completing the impossibly ridiculous task fo counting the stars in the sky With just you And I

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The sky with all of its calamity still shows its rage Just like I There's a storm brewing somewhere out there While I stay stuck here Unable to move.

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC

Untitled

The sky with all of its calamity still shows its rage Just like I There's a storm brewing somewhere out there While I stay stuck here Unable to move.

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I just kinda want to disconnect myself from the world Without telling a single person and maybe just maybe prove myself wrong.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC

[Disconnect]

I just kinda want to disconnect myself from the world Without telling a single person and maybe just maybe prove myself wrong.

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I’m worried about the bridges I’ll have to burn later. So thinking about the well being of someone else Makes those bridges seem farther and farther away

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC

Bridges

I’m worried about the bridges I’ll have to burn later. So thinking about the well being of someone else Makes those bridges seem farther and farther away

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I’ve been… Misguided in a world that held no future for a person of my standards Been told what I could and could not do But when asked for a guide that supposedly came when I entered this world I was laughed at and told life had no manual Yet if the former is true why am I being standardized on how to live my life? Why am I the black sheep in the heard? Since when was it a sin to be who I am? With all the labels in the world You chose to set me as an outcast and discard me from the rest Though, What do I have to complain about? While you’ve forced everyone into a black and white world You gave me one with all the colors that could ever be fused You gave outcasts a place where they can truly be So stick to your labeling company All is well But don’t you dare think you have any say When it comes to me finding my way.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC

A Note to Your Society

I’ve been… Misguided in a world that held no future for a person of my standards Been told what I could and could not do But when asked for a guide that supposedly came when I entered this world I was laughed at and told life had no manual Yet if the former is true why am I being standardized on how to live my life? Why am I the black sheep in the heard? Since when was it a sin to be who I am? With all the labels in the world You chose to set me as an outcast and discard me from the rest Though, What do I have to complain about? While you’ve forced everyone into a black and white world You gave me one with all the colors that could ever be fused You gave outcasts a place where they can truly be So stick to your labeling company All is well But don’t you dare think you have any say When it comes to me finding my way.

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