annakp - Hello Poetry

I am seeking order in this chaos, symphonies in inexpressible thoughts I am trying to attune myself to a reality I can’t hear. Days pass darkly, tonelessly. In my head, a cacophony of sounds are violent. Broken strings of violins, the keys of a piano whose keys have been Kissed by death. My heart has never known silence - Reverberating within me is the sound Of a bird that never learnt to sing, only scream. I want things finer than words. Instead of this stasis – I crave orchestral magic. I don’t mind if everything I touch turns into a tragedy, As long as it is art: I want to master the laws of beauty, and then destroy them.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

Life should be composed like music.

I am seeking order in this chaos, symphonies in inexpressible thoughts I am trying to attune myself to a reality I can’t hear. Days pass darkly, tonelessly. In my head, a cacophony of sounds are violent. Broken strings of violins, the keys of a piano whose keys have been Kissed by death. My heart has never known silence - Reverberating within me is the sound Of a bird that never learnt to sing, only scream. I want things finer than words. Instead of this stasis – I crave orchestral magic. I don’t mind if everything I touch turns into a tragedy, As long as it is art: I want to master the laws of beauty, and then destroy them.

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The moon is beautiful in her solitude. From afar she is like a pearl, pure white Like milk. Though she knows multitudes: She is not white like a pearl, smooth like silk. Surfaces are cratered, tumultuous, grey and not white. Sometimes she is shy, disappearing behind clouds and shadowed trees, As if she were scared of her own light. She waxes, she wanes, she decreases And fades, only to become brighter than ever. She knows what it is like to be ever -changing, outshining everything in Her splendor. Like her, I want to illuminate dark skies.

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

The moon

The moon is beautiful in her solitude. From afar she is like a pearl, pure white Like milk. Though she knows multitudes: She is not white like a pearl, smooth like silk. Surfaces are cratered, tumultuous, grey and not white. Sometimes she is shy, disappearing behind clouds and shadowed trees, As if she were scared of her own light. She waxes, she wanes, she decreases And fades, only to become brighter than ever. She knows what it is like to be ever -changing, outshining everything in Her splendor. Like her, I want to illuminate dark skies.

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The sky is empty – I am ****** down here. Hell is in my heart, It is burning through my blood. Its relentless beating, scorching Will leave me to ashes; I am ****** to myself. The sky is empty – The world is divinely alone. Sadness greets me like a lover, It is omnipresent, it listens, it watches It envelopes me like a dark cloak Its gentle familiarity Is my favourite sin. I clasp my hands together just to feel I am living, That I exist in my skin. The sky is empty – I shed a tear, a drop of holy water. I have felt. I am cleansed. In the depths of my misery, I am blessed. It is nighttime. I contemplate the dark sky, with its distant stars. I create the world again. Let there be light, I say.

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC

Hell

The sky is empty – I am ****** down here. Hell is in my heart, It is burning through my blood. Its relentless beating, scorching Will leave me to ashes; I am ****** to myself. The sky is empty – The world is divinely alone. Sadness greets me like a lover, It is omnipresent, it listens, it watches It envelopes me like a dark cloak Its gentle familiarity Is my favourite sin. I clasp my hands together just to feel I am living, That I exist in my skin. The sky is empty – I shed a tear, a drop of holy water. I have felt. I am cleansed. In the depths of my misery, I am blessed. It is nighttime. I contemplate the dark sky, with its distant stars. I create the world again. Let there be light, I say.

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Waiting, Words, nothing, ****** mouth, ****** brain, Inadequate heart, we are in battle again. The girl who seeks solace in words but cannot speak them. My words mean nothing. It all means nothing. I sometimes think, when my inaudible voice fails me You must know How intensely I have replied; does it not show in my eyes? All the while my face is like a stone. It is all a show. You could not really know, how my mind, it tears and rips itself apart screaming shouting wailing crying Its helpless vacillations Of emotion Its indecisiveness It is a curse, To feel so deeply, to hurt and hate and cry and love so much And to never be able to convey anything.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC

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Waiting, Words, nothing, ****** mouth, ****** brain, Inadequate heart, we are in battle again. The girl who seeks solace in words but cannot speak them. My words mean nothing. It all means nothing. I sometimes think, when my inaudible voice fails me You must know How intensely I have replied; does it not show in my eyes? All the while my face is like a stone. It is all a show. You could not really know, how my mind, it tears and rips itself apart screaming shouting wailing crying Its helpless vacillations Of emotion Its indecisiveness It is a curse, To feel so deeply, to hurt and hate and cry and love so much And to never be able to convey anything.

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