aoifelizabeth - Hello Poetry

we did it. we got through another year. another heartbreak. another bout of laughter. we experienced pain that felt like a lifetime and every part of it was temporary. but with the pain comes the healing. with the end of 2016, comes the beginning of 2017. so we're going to heal. we are going to repair ourselves. let our exposed parts become windows into the soul. let the light in. we're going to grow together.

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC

To Heal

we did it. we got through another year. another heartbreak. another bout of laughter. we experienced pain that felt like a lifetime and every part of it was temporary. but with the pain comes the healing. with the end of 2016, comes the beginning of 2017. so we're going to heal. we are going to repair ourselves. let our exposed parts become windows into the soul. let the light in. we're going to grow together.

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we fell out of love slowly and i don't know if that is a blessing or a curse i remember late nights driving fast through the city your hands in my hair the next morning playing with the covers laughing until it hurt and then nothing why was it fast? i wanted a slow love that felt like your fingertips on my cheeks pressing down my tears soaking them so softly into my skin so when i wake you with my whispering about slowly falling out of love stop smiling like my hands are in your hair and the city lights are passing by i'm telling you how we fell and how delicate it sounds to fall from such a height most are afraid of these late nights are a blessing and a curse, like i said, and the falling was slow but my heart continues to pound fast i hope your chest misses mine.

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC

Slow

we fell out of love slowly and i don't know if that is a blessing or a curse i remember late nights driving fast through the city your hands in my hair the next morning playing with the covers laughing until it hurt and then nothing why was it fast? i wanted a slow love that felt like your fingertips on my cheeks pressing down my tears soaking them so softly into my skin so when i wake you with my whispering about slowly falling out of love stop smiling like my hands are in your hair and the city lights are passing by i'm telling you how we fell and how delicate it sounds to fall from such a height most are afraid of these late nights are a blessing and a curse, like i said, and the falling was slow but my heart continues to pound fast i hope your chest misses mine.

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waking up and not feeling the pain you felt before for so many mornings prior to this very moment was all you needed to know that you are okay you can breathe again these worries did not break you they put you to sleep and woke you up so that you could see the beauty in trying again

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Oct 15, 2016

Oct 15, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC

Trying Again

waking up and not feeling the pain you felt before for so many mornings prior to this very moment was all you needed to know that you are okay you can breathe again these worries did not break you they put you to sleep and woke you up so that you could see the beauty in trying again

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still was the night as i sat up in your bed i tried to be different i spoke less, i wore less, my voice became like the fog; broken and unclear, i tried to be easier women aren't loved if they are difficult i tore down my walls so you could climb inside and rattle me to my very core you tried to make my body home you broke my ribs beating beaten renovations to this house of cards empty hallways with no paintings a stairwell leading nowhere my mind is gone it must have disappeared into clouds emptiness was the fire that followed me surrounding me when these nights got cold you smelled like her warmed by her love i burned myself staying quiet burning smoking black walls, soot covered you do not live somewhere you're not welcome why do i welcome you why do you call me home? i am difficult, uneasy to love, different, absent, broken down a pillar holding this home steady through the dark and broken hallways i lurked like your lust for her the easier, faster lover of you i shouldn't talk so much but i do; the fog makes you unable to see and my fire has burned through your desires thickened my skin, beaten your castle down a creaky structure still stands easy to fall down hard to redeem still there still

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC

Still

still was the night as i sat up in your bed i tried to be different i spoke less, i wore less, my voice became like the fog; broken and unclear, i tried to be easier women aren't loved if they are difficult i tore down my walls so you could climb inside and rattle me to my very core you tried to make my body home you broke my ribs beating beaten renovations to this house of cards empty hallways with no paintings a stairwell leading nowhere my mind is gone it must have disappeared into clouds emptiness was the fire that followed me surrounding me when these nights got cold you smelled like her warmed by her love i burned myself staying quiet burning smoking black walls, soot covered you do not live somewhere you're not welcome why do i welcome you why do you call me home? i am difficult, uneasy to love, different, absent, broken down a pillar holding this home steady through the dark and broken hallways i lurked like your lust for her the easier, faster lover of you i shouldn't talk so much but i do; the fog makes you unable to see and my fire has burned through your desires thickened my skin, beaten your castle down a creaky structure still stands easy to fall down hard to redeem still there still

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we are not poetry our tears don't have words fit to describe them to their exact measure of pain our eyes are not the oceans you compare them to because you've run out of hues our smiles aren't phrases you heard in your past nor is our laughter equivalent to your favourite song don't hide us between lines and this fine black ink let us grow and live please let us be for we are people, and not poetry.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC

Not Poetry

we are not poetry our tears don't have words fit to describe them to their exact measure of pain our eyes are not the oceans you compare them to because you've run out of hues our smiles aren't phrases you heard in your past nor is our laughter equivalent to your favourite song don't hide us between lines and this fine black ink let us grow and live please let us be for we are people, and not poetry.

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the bright red flower used to stand high it was watered and it grew but it lost colour over time soon it fell over the way flowers do it hung like a painting draped in maroon spring came quite quickly and mothered the site with fresh water and happiness and a lot of sunlight the flower was happy and living and red i want you to know, you can live again.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC

Growth

the bright red flower used to stand high it was watered and it grew but it lost colour over time soon it fell over the way flowers do it hung like a painting draped in maroon spring came quite quickly and mothered the site with fresh water and happiness and a lot of sunlight the flower was happy and living and red i want you to know, you can live again.

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let these adolescent accounts pass with tedious thoughts and feelings you are not bound by the ribs of men; remember you were grown in the womb of women despite the rain and wind you breathed life and felt loved these tiny caterpillar legs took you so far from small steps to large leaps you bit your nails in nervousness and your plans became wings these faint worries and tainted promises held nothing in your way please let your adolescent accounts pass your tedious thoughts will wash away small problems like these will be unseen from your home in the sky

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

Butterfly

let these adolescent accounts pass with tedious thoughts and feelings you are not bound by the ribs of men; remember you were grown in the womb of women despite the rain and wind you breathed life and felt loved these tiny caterpillar legs took you so far from small steps to large leaps you bit your nails in nervousness and your plans became wings these faint worries and tainted promises held nothing in your way please let your adolescent accounts pass your tedious thoughts will wash away small problems like these will be unseen from your home in the sky

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the nights you call lonely are the nights i spend reading and writing and drawing and loving my own company i enjoy dreaming of possibilities and laying in complete silence you see, my mind is so loud louder than the party you're at tonight and for me that is enough i balance it out by being quiet, by producing shambles of poetry and endless jumbles of words to try and understand that it is okay to love the silence and the mystery of who i am you find yourself in bright lights and loud music i find myself in the dark we have been afraid of our whole lives it is the darkness and the silence that make you so scared of us but we are simply introverts trying to fit into a world made for you while you are dancing your heart out ours are pounding in pride as we proofread our writing for the 100th time your open arms and our open minds embrace in harmony you see, i started writing us instead of me because i know i am not alone on these nights you call lonely i call lovely

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC

About Introverts

the nights you call lonely are the nights i spend reading and writing and drawing and loving my own company i enjoy dreaming of possibilities and laying in complete silence you see, my mind is so loud louder than the party you're at tonight and for me that is enough i balance it out by being quiet, by producing shambles of poetry and endless jumbles of words to try and understand that it is okay to love the silence and the mystery of who i am you find yourself in bright lights and loud music i find myself in the dark we have been afraid of our whole lives it is the darkness and the silence that make you so scared of us but we are simply introverts trying to fit into a world made for you while you are dancing your heart out ours are pounding in pride as we proofread our writing for the 100th time your open arms and our open minds embrace in harmony you see, i started writing us instead of me because i know i am not alone on these nights you call lonely i call lovely

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we waited fingers trembling, trying to remember the way we felt before we felt nothing memories of feelings we never told each other trapped under books and strings and a paper world locked behind doors of anxiety and anguish fingers trembling, we waited

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Aug 14, 2016

Aug 14, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC

We Waited

we waited fingers trembling, trying to remember the way we felt before we felt nothing memories of feelings we never told each other trapped under books and strings and a paper world locked behind doors of anxiety and anguish fingers trembling, we waited

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the busy streets of new york city never brought a ring to my ear i silently ordered a tea with milk and no sugars by pointing to it on the menu the phone never rang and the only conversation i had was with myself a loud mind and soul mixed with a voice box but no voice nobody knows of thunder but the threat of lightning we didn't fall in awe of the sky or talk loudly over pouring rain our voices felt lonely isolated in this atmosphere white paper stayed blank and i know i wanted to write but i could not hear my thoughts over the silence that loomed overhead a world filled with noise and expression and love will never win in the fight against silence for ultimately it is in silence that we blossom and make sound

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC

Quiet World

the busy streets of new york city never brought a ring to my ear i silently ordered a tea with milk and no sugars by pointing to it on the menu the phone never rang and the only conversation i had was with myself a loud mind and soul mixed with a voice box but no voice nobody knows of thunder but the threat of lightning we didn't fall in awe of the sky or talk loudly over pouring rain our voices felt lonely isolated in this atmosphere white paper stayed blank and i know i wanted to write but i could not hear my thoughts over the silence that loomed overhead a world filled with noise and expression and love will never win in the fight against silence for ultimately it is in silence that we blossom and make sound

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