arlinda - Hello Poetry

I like poetry. Soliloquies and sonnets I like Shakespeare's metaphors that spill into your thoughts His characters and love story's I like Hemingway and T.S. Eliot, Edgar Allen Poe The sarcasm, softness, and terror-beautifully personified in tone, text and time. I like the drinkers and socially awkward, lives shattered, mind: pitch black Because that road is paved with vulnerability , you see truth between the cracks I like poetry The haikus and similes the simplicity and complexity I like this language It makes sense to me

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Feb 20, 2012

Feb 20, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC

arlinda

I like Poetry

I like poetry. Soliloquies and sonnets I like Shakespeare's metaphors that spill into your thoughts His characters and love story's I like Hemingway and T.S. Eliot, Edgar Allen Poe The sarcasm, softness, and terror-beautifully personified in tone, text and time. I like the drinkers and socially awkward, lives shattered, mind: pitch black Because that road is paved with vulnerability , you see truth between the cracks I like poetry The haikus and similes the simplicity and complexity I like this language It makes sense to me

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I hate you I don’t like you, no not even a little bit I don’t like the way you smile I don’t like your sarcastic comments I HATE the way your eyes lock with mine and our souls might as well be intertwined. You’re impossible. You’re ridiculous. I don’t like the way you look at me when you think my head is turned I don’t like it when you listen, and speak to me the way you do It makes me feel like I will never be as good as you. You’re dogmatic You’re erratic I don’t like you when you overrun my dreams I don’t like you when your emotions are so in-between I hate that you’re so full of charm And most of all I hate you for being my alarm in this fairytale world of love I myself created Because I always use to say reality is overrated.

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Aug 6, 2011

Aug 6, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC

arlinda

Dislike

I hate you I don’t like you, no not even a little bit I don’t like the way you smile I don’t like your sarcastic comments I HATE the way your eyes lock with mine and our souls might as well be intertwined. You’re impossible. You’re ridiculous. I don’t like the way you look at me when you think my head is turned I don’t like it when you listen, and speak to me the way you do It makes me feel like I will never be as good as you. You’re dogmatic You’re erratic I don’t like you when you overrun my dreams I don’t like you when your emotions are so in-between I hate that you’re so full of charm And most of all I hate you for being my alarm in this fairytale world of love I myself created Because I always use to say reality is overrated.

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You're like a crossword puzzle, I just can't figure you out I’m perplexed The contradiction in the way you speak and act has got me vexed It is a rhythm of rights and wrongs, of whom and what don’t belong You’ve got your image of society set like it was a constellation. Permanent, only visible to the people who are searching You say to never go right but occasionally turn down that road Do not speak when hate is the driver you spit out And yet often chime in with a snide comment about others appearance I don’t understand Your stature is not a brick wall; you lean to one side or stare off into nothing As if everything is unimportant As if a wind could swing by and scream you into a heap on the floor You’d lie there not caring to get up, liking the hard bed that’s just sprang up and it’s solitude How even if no one else will, you know the ground will always be there for you to hit you when you fall The only thing you can rely on I want to be the one to catch you Tell you everything’s ok Make you feel like the world beneath your feet is a miracle and the sun coming up every morning is a gift but… But I can’t I can’t help you I can’t love you Not if you don’t know who you are, like when you look in the mirror and wonder who’s string back Not if you don’t have morals Not if you can’t abide by them Not if you don’t know where you’re going, like the way you treat dirt rode’s as if their lined with yellow bricks Dear, I can’t follow a rabbit hole if I don’t know the fairytale on the other side I can see a fire burning inside you, but it’s only getting dimmer With each breath you inhale of poison slowly burning your throat, my air get’s thin and my throat get’s tight You light your cigarette like your life. You ignite your own death. Make your own smoke. You poison yourself. With each step you take and word you whistle out you do it joyfully as if you’re happy for this series of unfortunate events. Baby you confuse me every **** day And I just wanted you to know. I love you anyway

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC

arlinda

You're like a crossword puzzel

You're like a crossword puzzle, I just can't figure you out I’m perplexed The contradiction in the way you speak and act has got me vexed It is a rhythm of rights and wrongs, of whom and what don’t belong You’ve got your image of society set like it was a constellation. Permanent, only visible to the people who are searching You say to never go right but occasionally turn down that road Do not speak when hate is the driver you spit out And yet often chime in with a snide comment about others appearance I don’t understand Your stature is not a brick wall; you lean to one side or stare off into nothing As if everything is unimportant As if a wind could swing by and scream you into a heap on the floor You’d lie there not caring to get up, liking the hard bed that’s just sprang up and it’s solitude How even if no one else will, you know the ground will always be there for you to hit you when you fall The only thing you can rely on I want to be the one to catch you Tell you everything’s ok Make you feel like the world beneath your feet is a miracle and the sun coming up every morning is a gift but… But I can’t I can’t help you I can’t love you Not if you don’t know who you are, like when you look in the mirror and wonder who’s string back Not if you don’t have morals Not if you can’t abide by them Not if you don’t know where you’re going, like the way you treat dirt rode’s as if their lined with yellow bricks Dear, I can’t follow a rabbit hole if I don’t know the fairytale on the other side I can see a fire burning inside you, but it’s only getting dimmer With each breath you inhale of poison slowly burning your throat, my air get’s thin and my throat get’s tight You light your cigarette like your life. You ignite your own death. Make your own smoke. You poison yourself. With each step you take and word you whistle out you do it joyfully as if you’re happy for this series of unfortunate events. Baby you confuse me every **** day And I just wanted you to know. I love you anyway

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You call me beautiful You treat my feelings like butterfly’s My heart like it’s made out of glass And your laugh lingers pin-balling off my nerves How can I keep lying to myself Telling myself my heart doesn’t flutter when you say my name That I don’t go to bed every night hoping that I dream where me and you are holding hands where our faces are only inches apart our hearts are interlocked and our fingers sewn together I can’t possibly go on believing these lies I pour myself each morning Every time I lay down to go to sleep I imagine your next to me that my skin is skimming yours my arms wrapped around you like bows Like you’re a present and I won’t dare let anyone else unwrap. I’d like it if at 3am when I’m sitting alone on my couch listening to love songs I’d hear you tapping at the door, telling me you love me that when you see the moon outside your window you pity it’s shine because it’s no comparison to my smile That when you hear music it’s never sweet enough like the sound of my laugh playing with the wind Tell me the sky will cease to be blue unless you’re with me and I’m with you That the world is revolving beneath you but you live in space because you’re only treading the ground till you see my familiar face because I’m your world and if you’re not with me then you’d rather be lost in the galaxy.

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC

arlinda

You make me feel...

You call me beautiful You treat my feelings like butterfly’s My heart like it’s made out of glass And your laugh lingers pin-balling off my nerves How can I keep lying to myself Telling myself my heart doesn’t flutter when you say my name That I don’t go to bed every night hoping that I dream where me and you are holding hands where our faces are only inches apart our hearts are interlocked and our fingers sewn together I can’t possibly go on believing these lies I pour myself each morning Every time I lay down to go to sleep I imagine your next to me that my skin is skimming yours my arms wrapped around you like bows Like you’re a present and I won’t dare let anyone else unwrap. I’d like it if at 3am when I’m sitting alone on my couch listening to love songs I’d hear you tapping at the door, telling me you love me that when you see the moon outside your window you pity it’s shine because it’s no comparison to my smile That when you hear music it’s never sweet enough like the sound of my laugh playing with the wind Tell me the sky will cease to be blue unless you’re with me and I’m with you That the world is revolving beneath you but you live in space because you’re only treading the ground till you see my familiar face because I’m your world and if you’re not with me then you’d rather be lost in the galaxy.

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I’ve closed the doors and sealed them shut I refuse to open them and see reality I’m fine being in the dark I haven’t tasted tears like this years the kind that start in your stomach and brim over your eyelashes like waterfalls The kind that make your head pound like a jackhammers hitting concrete and your throat feel like someone’s hands are wrapped around so tightly that you think maybe they’re trying to help constricting my air so that maybe sanity has room in my body Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad Maybe then, This wouldn’t hurt as bad Without air my ribs would stop contracting and my body would go numb from head to toe So, then , maybe I wouldn’t feel this hole as much It wouldn’t be eating me from the inside out slowly as if trying to torture me A parasite that’s managed to feed of my feelings feverishly This holes so deep and only growing bigger, I fear one day it will devour my whole heart That day there will be no pain, because it will have been eaten and done with Or maybe I could stop it beating, pounding like a constant reminder You. Are. Alone. Maybe if I stop my heart from pounding at my door , maybe if I lock it tight , every lock I have and maybe they’d go away these feelings I‘ve had Maybe they’ll retreat once they notice I never put out a welcome mat

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC

arlinda

I've Closed the Doors

I’ve closed the doors and sealed them shut I refuse to open them and see reality I’m fine being in the dark I haven’t tasted tears like this years the kind that start in your stomach and brim over your eyelashes like waterfalls The kind that make your head pound like a jackhammers hitting concrete and your throat feel like someone’s hands are wrapped around so tightly that you think maybe they’re trying to help constricting my air so that maybe sanity has room in my body Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad Maybe then, This wouldn’t hurt as bad Without air my ribs would stop contracting and my body would go numb from head to toe So, then , maybe I wouldn’t feel this hole as much It wouldn’t be eating me from the inside out slowly as if trying to torture me A parasite that’s managed to feed of my feelings feverishly This holes so deep and only growing bigger, I fear one day it will devour my whole heart That day there will be no pain, because it will have been eaten and done with Or maybe I could stop it beating, pounding like a constant reminder You. Are. Alone. Maybe if I stop my heart from pounding at my door , maybe if I lock it tight , every lock I have and maybe they’d go away these feelings I‘ve had Maybe they’ll retreat once they notice I never put out a welcome mat

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I seldom speak of real feelings Ones that climb to my brain and play in my heart ones that voyage to my nerves and have a fit with my lungs Never do I speak of real love that pounds on my ribcage, like a criminal that’s trapped behind bars Real sorrow that tightens my throat and goes to war with my mind But here it is Love doesn’t treat me well it’s got me on a ivy I’m addicted to it’s quick heartbeat like sweet love song melody’s It coyly slips me butterflies like morphine Has them whisper sweet nothings till I’ve built a castle held up by false promises An empty tower waiting to be filled A princess without a prince Love Loves got me in its grasp won’t let me slip from its grip I’m clinging to your words like medication taking compliments like Vicodin . I don’t follow my prescription because they can't possibly measure how much I need Love’s got my hanging on the edge tiptoeing on warm embraces and familiar faces Sorrow ‘s..... taken me by surprise Inched it’s way into my brain and body Not sure how it’s got this far Not sure how it’s eaten away at my heart like a parasite devouring it like a delicious meal And It’s been there tasting terror taking me back to old memories like a serial killer pulling me into the dark afraid of what’s in that corners of my mind that I never retreat to. Leaving me with a hollow heart and thoughts suicided onto the pavement. Feelings. They have me checked into the ward. Locked in my mind, I’m trapped in this familiar place between time and space Afraid my feelings will escape Afraid of they’ll give me away They’ve got me wrapped in a strait jacket trapped by my own thoughts I can’t speak because I‘m afraid of the truth I’ll spit out I can’t stop lying to myself because then I’d be opening up the landfill of memories I thought I’d long left buried So instead, I’ll take suitcases Pack them one by one Love, jealousy, hate, sorrow, and loneliness, I’ll throw them out to sea Then , and only then will I finally be free.

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC

arlinda

The Truth

I seldom speak of real feelings Ones that climb to my brain and play in my heart ones that voyage to my nerves and have a fit with my lungs Never do I speak of real love that pounds on my ribcage, like a criminal that’s trapped behind bars Real sorrow that tightens my throat and goes to war with my mind But here it is Love doesn’t treat me well it’s got me on a ivy I’m addicted to it’s quick heartbeat like sweet love song melody’s It coyly slips me butterflies like morphine Has them whisper sweet nothings till I’ve built a castle held up by false promises An empty tower waiting to be filled A princess without a prince Love Loves got me in its grasp won’t let me slip from its grip I’m clinging to your words like medication taking compliments like Vicodin . I don’t follow my prescription because they can't possibly measure how much I need Love’s got my hanging on the edge tiptoeing on warm embraces and familiar faces Sorrow ‘s..... taken me by surprise Inched it’s way into my brain and body Not sure how it’s got this far Not sure how it’s eaten away at my heart like a parasite devouring it like a delicious meal And It’s been there tasting terror taking me back to old memories like a serial killer pulling me into the dark afraid of what’s in that corners of my mind that I never retreat to. Leaving me with a hollow heart and thoughts suicided onto the pavement. Feelings. They have me checked into the ward. Locked in my mind, I’m trapped in this familiar place between time and space Afraid my feelings will escape Afraid of they’ll give me away They’ve got me wrapped in a strait jacket trapped by my own thoughts I can’t speak because I‘m afraid of the truth I’ll spit out I can’t stop lying to myself because then I’d be opening up the landfill of memories I thought I’d long left buried So instead, I’ll take suitcases Pack them one by one Love, jealousy, hate, sorrow, and loneliness, I’ll throw them out to sea Then , and only then will I finally be free.

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I wake up to the sun kissing my skin The silence slowly drowning me Filling my lungs with emptiness My room is flooded with old thoughts, tattered teddy bears, and torn up photographs The past, just makes me laugh Old feelings, riseing from the dead Tierd Forgotten Mistreated Used and Abused The past should of left me, body and soul in tangle, my heart dismantled; insanity , in shambles. But my heart still beats hard and strong, I'm still smiling on because I know I've done nothing wrong I look at the past and I laugh because I know that life as a glass doll was a delicate one, my world like your snow globe shaking the life out of me as you please, disguising destruction with a sweet melody. You shattered me. Took the pieces and left them in the dirt. But darling they sank down into the earth , and although they have not been glued back together, I am still whole I've grown up and my pieces have turned into roses radiating sweetness, painted in love. So I'd like you to know, that I plan on growing 1,000 feet tall Stealing your sunshine and starry nights, inhaling all of your moonlight Honey I'm going to tower over this world and make it my garden My pieces Blooming daisy's and lilacs , strength and integrity No, I am happy to say The past hasn't drove me down the road of insanity.

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Jul 12, 2011

Jul 12, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC

arlinda

My Garden

I wake up to the sun kissing my skin The silence slowly drowning me Filling my lungs with emptiness My room is flooded with old thoughts, tattered teddy bears, and torn up photographs The past, just makes me laugh Old feelings, riseing from the dead Tierd Forgotten Mistreated Used and Abused The past should of left me, body and soul in tangle, my heart dismantled; insanity , in shambles. But my heart still beats hard and strong, I'm still smiling on because I know I've done nothing wrong I look at the past and I laugh because I know that life as a glass doll was a delicate one, my world like your snow globe shaking the life out of me as you please, disguising destruction with a sweet melody. You shattered me. Took the pieces and left them in the dirt. But darling they sank down into the earth , and although they have not been glued back together, I am still whole I've grown up and my pieces have turned into roses radiating sweetness, painted in love. So I'd like you to know, that I plan on growing 1,000 feet tall Stealing your sunshine and starry nights, inhaling all of your moonlight Honey I'm going to tower over this world and make it my garden My pieces Blooming daisy's and lilacs , strength and integrity No, I am happy to say The past hasn't drove me down the road of insanity.

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He had a smile on the edge of a grin A heart on his sleeve No shoes on his feet He spoke poetry Conversations like memorized lyrics Flowing out so simply So surreal He thought himself royalty Testing his subjects Beheading his lovers So simple, The language he spoke. That it quickly became incomprehensible. He lives for the next day Stuck in the past Forgetting the present Living life fast It’s too late now He's falling behind He’s far from reality He’s losing his mind

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Jul 11, 2011

Jul 11, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC

arlinda

Lost

He had a smile on the edge of a grin A heart on his sleeve No shoes on his feet He spoke poetry Conversations like memorized lyrics Flowing out so simply So surreal He thought himself royalty Testing his subjects Beheading his lovers So simple, The language he spoke. That it quickly became incomprehensible. He lives for the next day Stuck in the past Forgetting the present Living life fast It’s too late now He's falling behind He’s far from reality He’s losing his mind

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You look sad Your smirk is kind of displaced It makes me feel bad Because frowns are just such a waste Won’t you crack a smile and open your eyes Just once stay locked in reality Forget about turning time counterclockwise Is your hobby watching false normality? I want your smile to cross this distance Past tattered heart and pain Break through the resistance Let only love remain Vindicate to me about life Every scattered thoughts persistence Details of all your strife We’ll slowly break your hearts resistance Let the air adventure through you and breath in the sun Let me fill your glass half full Let me disintegrate away your fear like arson Let me push and you can pull Live in this very moment Allow the sky to be your ceiling and the stars to be your light There is no judgment Not today or tonight And although I can’t write a simple haiku I’m certain there is one thing I can do I can always be there for you

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Jul 10, 2011

Jul 10, 2011 at 11:22 PM UTC

arlinda

Smile

You look sad Your smirk is kind of displaced It makes me feel bad Because frowns are just such a waste Won’t you crack a smile and open your eyes Just once stay locked in reality Forget about turning time counterclockwise Is your hobby watching false normality? I want your smile to cross this distance Past tattered heart and pain Break through the resistance Let only love remain Vindicate to me about life Every scattered thoughts persistence Details of all your strife We’ll slowly break your hearts resistance Let the air adventure through you and breath in the sun Let me fill your glass half full Let me disintegrate away your fear like arson Let me push and you can pull Live in this very moment Allow the sky to be your ceiling and the stars to be your light There is no judgment Not today or tonight And although I can’t write a simple haiku I’m certain there is one thing I can do I can always be there for you

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Misconception. Misconstrued. Misdirected. Misinformed. I may be mistaken, but I won’t miss you. I. Don’t. Understand. I’m not playing your little game of cat and mouse. Go find a rat to infect with your false charm and winsome character. My IQ may not be 130 but I know a thing or two. And I’m not likening the likes of you. You are in hiding; don’t deny it … I know you are. I can see it behind your eyes. There are doors and bolts and locks galore. You often change them when you don’t want to feel anymore. Maybe it hurts you to feel. Anything? I’m not sure, not sure of anything now that I know that every lie you make could be as easy as the breathes you take. Your lips may say happy but your eyes reveal who you really are: dead, weak and false. You know far too much to tell, yet your lips stay sealed, as if magically sustained of repeating information, well about you anyway. You never want to talk about yourself. Egotistic ? You ? NEVER. Yet you speak non of it. I can feel it radiating of your skin Your pride. It’s quite maddening.

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Feb 26, 2011

Feb 26, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC

arlinda

Condescending

Misconception. Misconstrued. Misdirected. Misinformed. I may be mistaken, but I won’t miss you. I. Don’t. Understand. I’m not playing your little game of cat and mouse. Go find a rat to infect with your false charm and winsome character. My IQ may not be 130 but I know a thing or two. And I’m not likening the likes of you. You are in hiding; don’t deny it … I know you are. I can see it behind your eyes. There are doors and bolts and locks galore. You often change them when you don’t want to feel anymore. Maybe it hurts you to feel. Anything? I’m not sure, not sure of anything now that I know that every lie you make could be as easy as the breathes you take. Your lips may say happy but your eyes reveal who you really are: dead, weak and false. You know far too much to tell, yet your lips stay sealed, as if magically sustained of repeating information, well about you anyway. You never want to talk about yourself. Egotistic ? You ? NEVER. Yet you speak non of it. I can feel it radiating of your skin Your pride. It’s quite maddening.

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