annie-young-1 - Hello Poetry

Shoes pitter patter across the floor as I sit awake, but silently dreaming. A screech, something beyond recognition jolts me out of my peace Back to consciousness, the world around me. Lights bright, city sounds, hearts beat. Where do I find the words to yell out at the sky? Swirling down into the depths of my stomach, I feel an ache that can't be eased. There's a hunger inside of me that longs for affection, Truth. Love. Amidst the cinder-block city and this ever-moving world, I want to stop. Tell time to hold on. Stop. Sit on the grass again. Stop. Throw my arms wide open in the middle of the street Just to see if someone will embrace me with a warmth I haven't felt in what seems to be forever. But as I dream of comfort, I'm pushed to move forward. I've been blocking the sidewalk. I pick up my bag and keep moving, To never stop again.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC

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Shoes pitter patter across the floor as I sit awake, but silently dreaming. A screech, something beyond recognition jolts me out of my peace Back to consciousness, the world around me. Lights bright, city sounds, hearts beat. Where do I find the words to yell out at the sky? Swirling down into the depths of my stomach, I feel an ache that can't be eased. There's a hunger inside of me that longs for affection, Truth. Love. Amidst the cinder-block city and this ever-moving world, I want to stop. Tell time to hold on. Stop. Sit on the grass again. Stop. Throw my arms wide open in the middle of the street Just to see if someone will embrace me with a warmth I haven't felt in what seems to be forever. But as I dream of comfort, I'm pushed to move forward. I've been blocking the sidewalk. I pick up my bag and keep moving, To never stop again.

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If I could have one more wish It would be to send my heart to you Among the crumpled letters, broken glass, and dead roses You'd hear a beat louder than the roaring tides You could feel the earth shake as it breaks Halting all movement to make you stop and look Blue eyes, scarred skin, to see within Your glowing smile beyond a cheeky wink. Let me see through the clouds in your mind That cover the sly fingers and soft skin.

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC

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If I could have one more wish It would be to send my heart to you Among the crumpled letters, broken glass, and dead roses You'd hear a beat louder than the roaring tides You could feel the earth shake as it breaks Halting all movement to make you stop and look Blue eyes, scarred skin, to see within Your glowing smile beyond a cheeky wink. Let me see through the clouds in your mind That cover the sly fingers and soft skin.

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If I had one more moment to speak my mind I'd give it all to you. Everything I heard, all I felt in my breath Would be yours to absorb in whole. Swallow each word, sweet or sharp And digest it down to the depths of your stomach. My living soul and immortal memory would be left In your hands, your mind to prosper on Until we both perished like the expiring milk On my refrigerator shelves.

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Jun 29, 2013

Jun 29, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC

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If I had one more moment to speak my mind I'd give it all to you. Everything I heard, all I felt in my breath Would be yours to absorb in whole. Swallow each word, sweet or sharp And digest it down to the depths of your stomach. My living soul and immortal memory would be left In your hands, your mind to prosper on Until we both perished like the expiring milk On my refrigerator shelves.

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I sit beside you as you sleep With my mind racing back and forth. While you lay in restful slumber I cannot stop my thoughts from winging Left, right, up, down Until I'm driven to leap out of bed. You turn, disturbed by my jolt But no less dormant than you were before. As I look at your restful face, Tired eyes, soft lips, I envy the cushioning you feel As the weight of the world is caught by a mattress. I try, as you do, to let my body be heavy And welcome dreams to monopolize this cacophony. Turn left, turn right, Swinging myself until my arms rest gently on your waist. My breath spills onto the back of your neck As I slide my hand to wrap around your body. Suddenly, I feel the mattress catch me. My thoughts have stopped, I'm calm once more.

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Jun 16, 2013

Jun 16, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC

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I sit beside you as you sleep With my mind racing back and forth. While you lay in restful slumber I cannot stop my thoughts from winging Left, right, up, down Until I'm driven to leap out of bed. You turn, disturbed by my jolt But no less dormant than you were before. As I look at your restful face, Tired eyes, soft lips, I envy the cushioning you feel As the weight of the world is caught by a mattress. I try, as you do, to let my body be heavy And welcome dreams to monopolize this cacophony. Turn left, turn right, Swinging myself until my arms rest gently on your waist. My breath spills onto the back of your neck As I slide my hand to wrap around your body. Suddenly, I feel the mattress catch me. My thoughts have stopped, I'm calm once more.

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She told us we would never return home. I believed her, why wouldn't I believe her? She'd taken me far away, further than my Basic comprehension of geography could fathom. We were beyond the hills, past any meadows That I could still recognize as being home. It was all gone, we were gone, our lives were Only to become a faint memory, possibly a dream. The clanking of horse hooves was burnt into my mind, As the endless journey continued on and on. Pitter patter, clink clank circled through my ears Until my mind was emptied of everything except that rhythm. I looked out from the back of the wagon Peering past the trees and into far off distance. Gazing into this unfamiliar world, untouched life, I gifted myself to the beauty of it all. I reached into my bag and grabbed a sliver of paper, Scribbling as best I could in the darkness of night. Throwing the paper to the soil herself, It glowed in the light of the effervescent moon. Amy O'Connor, age 11. April 1848. Goodbye Virginia, hello California. Be good to us, Ms. Nature.

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May 26, 2013

May 26, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC

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She told us we would never return home. I believed her, why wouldn't I believe her? She'd taken me far away, further than my Basic comprehension of geography could fathom. We were beyond the hills, past any meadows That I could still recognize as being home. It was all gone, we were gone, our lives were Only to become a faint memory, possibly a dream. The clanking of horse hooves was burnt into my mind, As the endless journey continued on and on. Pitter patter, clink clank circled through my ears Until my mind was emptied of everything except that rhythm. I looked out from the back of the wagon Peering past the trees and into far off distance. Gazing into this unfamiliar world, untouched life, I gifted myself to the beauty of it all. I reached into my bag and grabbed a sliver of paper, Scribbling as best I could in the darkness of night. Throwing the paper to the soil herself, It glowed in the light of the effervescent moon. Amy O'Connor, age 11. April 1848. Goodbye Virginia, hello California. Be good to us, Ms. Nature.

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Bright blue eyes glistening in the sun As you roll on your back. You look at me, so cheeky So knowing. I can never predict your next move. Should I run and sit beside you? Or will you simply run away, Leaving me to chase you further? The warm sun melts our bones As we lay near one another. I reach out to touch you, But you retreat and soon I follow. I look at you in peaceful bliss Eyes closed, soaking the rays. I envy you, wishing I could succumb To the earth just as simply as you. My bones harden as I sit up Burning the fantasy of peace. My heart freezes again as the stern look Resumes its familiar position on my face. But then I feel your presence beside me Nuzzling my arm until I smile again. There's nothing that melts my heart more Than the softness of your face, your deep blue eyes. Your motor begins to start, Engine revving as I caress you more. Fur as soft as silk, little Lilah, And you, dear kitty, make me human again.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC

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Bright blue eyes glistening in the sun As you roll on your back. You look at me, so cheeky So knowing. I can never predict your next move. Should I run and sit beside you? Or will you simply run away, Leaving me to chase you further? The warm sun melts our bones As we lay near one another. I reach out to touch you, But you retreat and soon I follow. I look at you in peaceful bliss Eyes closed, soaking the rays. I envy you, wishing I could succumb To the earth just as simply as you. My bones harden as I sit up Burning the fantasy of peace. My heart freezes again as the stern look Resumes its familiar position on my face. But then I feel your presence beside me Nuzzling my arm until I smile again. There's nothing that melts my heart more Than the softness of your face, your deep blue eyes. Your motor begins to start, Engine revving as I caress you more. Fur as soft as silk, little Lilah, And you, dear kitty, make me human again.

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The difference between you and me is simple. Plainer than anything I've ever seen. Me. I speak in truth, hold these words as sacred. Careful with every one that passes through my lips. You. You speak in jest, making a mockery. Burning your malice into the ears of all who hear. Me. I move gently, softer than rose petals As sure not to catch the eye of an innocent bystander. You. You thrash your limbs, flail your breath to me As your claws scrape my flesh until it bleeds. Me. I lack the courage to walk away, close the door And allow you to slowly rot on your own. You. You are a succubus, taking all you can from me Until I'm left wilting, longing for a touch of affection. It's been over two decades And you still haven't changed, Daddy.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC

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The difference between you and me is simple. Plainer than anything I've ever seen. Me. I speak in truth, hold these words as sacred. Careful with every one that passes through my lips. You. You speak in jest, making a mockery. Burning your malice into the ears of all who hear. Me. I move gently, softer than rose petals As sure not to catch the eye of an innocent bystander. You. You thrash your limbs, flail your breath to me As your claws scrape my flesh until it bleeds. Me. I lack the courage to walk away, close the door And allow you to slowly rot on your own. You. You are a succubus, taking all you can from me Until I'm left wilting, longing for a touch of affection. It's been over two decades And you still haven't changed, Daddy.

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Anything Can be a Poem. You just have To press Enter.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC

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Anything Can be a Poem. You just have To press Enter.

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Do you remember when we used to sit with each other? I do. We'd sit in silence and look at the meadow before us, Only allowing the rustles of trees and whispers of wind speak for us. Do you remember when we used to hold hands? I do. The safety of the world was lock between those sweet little fingers, Each one sweatier than the next, But never letting me let go in case a bear came to eat me. Do you remember when we used to watch tele together? I do. We'd sit in the living room for hours, Giggling at Courage the Cowardly Dog, or Ah! Real Monsters, Or playing reruns of Top Gear until they began to repeat in the marathon. Do you remember when we used to speak to one another? I do. I used to look up to you as my hero, The one I always aspired to be like Until I found out you were human like the rest of us. Do you remember the last time we said goodbye? I do. We argued about the luggage in the trunk Until you stormed off and I drove myself away, Never to see your hazel eyes again. I wish I could've said goodbye one last time. Once more before you let the rustles of trees and whispers of the wind Take you off forever.

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC

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Do you remember when we used to sit with each other? I do. We'd sit in silence and look at the meadow before us, Only allowing the rustles of trees and whispers of wind speak for us. Do you remember when we used to hold hands? I do. The safety of the world was lock between those sweet little fingers, Each one sweatier than the next, But never letting me let go in case a bear came to eat me. Do you remember when we used to watch tele together? I do. We'd sit in the living room for hours, Giggling at Courage the Cowardly Dog, or Ah! Real Monsters, Or playing reruns of Top Gear until they began to repeat in the marathon. Do you remember when we used to speak to one another? I do. I used to look up to you as my hero, The one I always aspired to be like Until I found out you were human like the rest of us. Do you remember the last time we said goodbye? I do. We argued about the luggage in the trunk Until you stormed off and I drove myself away, Never to see your hazel eyes again. I wish I could've said goodbye one last time. Once more before you let the rustles of trees and whispers of the wind Take you off forever.

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Steps become struggles as joints creak Passing messages of strain, bones grinding against each other Simple sweet smells of bread become nausea As they destroy the villages of villi in your intestines. You wake in the morning to a rustle Something stirs beside your bed and awakes you from your quiet slumber A shadow scuttles across the floor Soon disappearing into the world of walls surrounding you. Outside wave the trees, branches fly by Tumultuous winds take umbrellas hostage No man be safe from this morning's war as you step outside with your coat and bag Waging for battle you know you cannot win. Trains come, strangers shove you as you squeeze by Attempting to find a seat to rest these already aching bones Stand straight, more cracks, sharp pains shoot through you Until arriving for the next battle against nature's army. You reach the savior, the messenger of salvation Swimming in the white cup resting along your fingers But nature win again, whisking the warmth away Demanding the liquid spill on your hands as you fight the demon's war. At last you've arrived, remains of the journey on your coat Sit down on the couch, sinking into its warm hands Succumbing to the embrace, only knowing That soon your battle will be fought once more not long from now. Happy Wednesday.

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC

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Steps become struggles as joints creak Passing messages of strain, bones grinding against each other Simple sweet smells of bread become nausea As they destroy the villages of villi in your intestines. You wake in the morning to a rustle Something stirs beside your bed and awakes you from your quiet slumber A shadow scuttles across the floor Soon disappearing into the world of walls surrounding you. Outside wave the trees, branches fly by Tumultuous winds take umbrellas hostage No man be safe from this morning's war as you step outside with your coat and bag Waging for battle you know you cannot win. Trains come, strangers shove you as you squeeze by Attempting to find a seat to rest these already aching bones Stand straight, more cracks, sharp pains shoot through you Until arriving for the next battle against nature's army. You reach the savior, the messenger of salvation Swimming in the white cup resting along your fingers But nature win again, whisking the warmth away Demanding the liquid spill on your hands as you fight the demon's war. At last you've arrived, remains of the journey on your coat Sit down on the couch, sinking into its warm hands Succumbing to the embrace, only knowing That soon your battle will be fought once more not long from now. Happy Wednesday.

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