ava-bean - Hello Poetry

I still remember your hands I remember how warm they were Your long flat fingers The scars that dotted your tan skin From all the days spent working in the rain You hated them But I loved them. I remember your eyes A burning brown Eyes that glossed over with rainbow oil spills In the sunlight that reflected off your whole being You hated them But I loved them. I remember your hair I remember twisting my fingers through it Thick and dark Silky straight You hated it But I loved it. I remember your lips I remember them pressing against my back Soft and full Dark and smooth You hated them But I loved them. I remember your voice I remember many nights where it cooed me to sleep Deep and comforting The most familiar thing I knew You hated it But I loved it. I remember your body I remember being held and feeling safer than I ever had before Tall and sturdy Like a tree You hated it But I loved it. I remember your words "I don't love you anymore" You hated having to spit them off your tongue And I hated having to force them through my ears. You hated me And I still loved you.

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC

Don't You Forget It

I still remember your hands I remember how warm they were Your long flat fingers The scars that dotted your tan skin From all the days spent working in the rain You hated them But I loved them. I remember your eyes A burning brown Eyes that glossed over with rainbow oil spills In the sunlight that reflected off your whole being You hated them But I loved them. I remember your hair I remember twisting my fingers through it Thick and dark Silky straight You hated it But I loved it. I remember your lips I remember them pressing against my back Soft and full Dark and smooth You hated them But I loved them. I remember your voice I remember many nights where it cooed me to sleep Deep and comforting The most familiar thing I knew You hated it But I loved it. I remember your body I remember being held and feeling safer than I ever had before Tall and sturdy Like a tree You hated it But I loved it. I remember your words "I don't love you anymore" You hated having to spit them off your tongue And I hated having to force them through my ears. You hated me And I still loved you.

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If I was a garden You would've been my compost Because you were ****** And you stunk But you still made me grow so strong and tall and beautiful. I have blossomed into a new woman. I have learned from this, no matter how much it stinks

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC

Sunflower

If I was a garden You would've been my compost Because you were ****** And you stunk But you still made me grow so strong and tall and beautiful. I have blossomed into a new woman. I have learned from this, no matter how much it stinks

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I can always tell when I am feeling down Not because of the grey clouds looming over me Not because of the weights pressed onto my spine Not because of the tears welling in my eyes I can always tell when I am feeling down Because I push and push And give birth to the most creative parts of myself I scratch poetry into paper I sing until my voice flows out of my throat I dance until my feet ache and my heart gives out I scribble charcoal and ink onto the pad It is the only comforting part of feeling this way; I know that all I am doing is beautiful, Even when I don't know if I am the same.

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC

Children Born From Gloom

I can always tell when I am feeling down Not because of the grey clouds looming over me Not because of the weights pressed onto my spine Not because of the tears welling in my eyes I can always tell when I am feeling down Because I push and push And give birth to the most creative parts of myself I scratch poetry into paper I sing until my voice flows out of my throat I dance until my feet ache and my heart gives out I scribble charcoal and ink onto the pad It is the only comforting part of feeling this way; I know that all I am doing is beautiful, Even when I don't know if I am the same.

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Doesn't it hurt to cut your own strings? To keep yourself distant? Isolated? Detached? Feelings of vague and cloud and grey Veil your thoughts Inner workings What a shame I bet your raw emotions are glorious Radiant Breathtaking I wish I could see your Feelings of bright and sun and gold

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC

Shine for me, please?

Doesn't it hurt to cut your own strings? To keep yourself distant? Isolated? Detached? Feelings of vague and cloud and grey Veil your thoughts Inner workings What a shame I bet your raw emotions are glorious Radiant Breathtaking I wish I could see your Feelings of bright and sun and gold

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I wish I liked you more When you're sober The way you bubble over when you're tipsy Is so enticing I want to sip off your sweet nothings That all wash away down the drain by dawn

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC

Fruity and Flirty Cocktails

I wish I liked you more When you're sober The way you bubble over when you're tipsy Is so enticing I want to sip off your sweet nothings That all wash away down the drain by dawn

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Sprawled out Under two different trees On opposite sides of the city Connected by hearts And by cell phones. Under this tree I fled from The scolding words of my mother Telling me you were no good. I fled not to the tree But to the promise of your calming words It was under the maroon leaved tree Where I spent summer nights with crickets and fireflies by my side And you in my ear. How come I did not listen to my mother? I soon noticed the leaves dying off Crumbling and tumbling Just like your interest in me. I heard the whispered winds and your dwindling spirit I felt the icy chill And the bitter bite On my skin And in my heart. It was under this tree That you told me you did not love me. That your affections had migrated south Towards her warm and juicy fruit That had been tempting towards being ripe for months. She was a peach But I am homemade jam. You cannot survive the harsh freeze without me But every time I look out at that tree I am reminded that everything comes to an end And if you can't survive the cold, Then I'll just let it be. Next time it burns I'll tell it to the tree To the bark To the busy beetles under her skin. She will stay Steadfast And listen, like you never did.

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC

The Tree

Sprawled out Under two different trees On opposite sides of the city Connected by hearts And by cell phones. Under this tree I fled from The scolding words of my mother Telling me you were no good. I fled not to the tree But to the promise of your calming words It was under the maroon leaved tree Where I spent summer nights with crickets and fireflies by my side And you in my ear. How come I did not listen to my mother? I soon noticed the leaves dying off Crumbling and tumbling Just like your interest in me. I heard the whispered winds and your dwindling spirit I felt the icy chill And the bitter bite On my skin And in my heart. It was under this tree That you told me you did not love me. That your affections had migrated south Towards her warm and juicy fruit That had been tempting towards being ripe for months. She was a peach But I am homemade jam. You cannot survive the harsh freeze without me But every time I look out at that tree I am reminded that everything comes to an end And if you can't survive the cold, Then I'll just let it be. Next time it burns I'll tell it to the tree To the bark To the busy beetles under her skin. She will stay Steadfast And listen, like you never did.

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My eyes looked up at yours before Retreating back to the floor My chin pulled up by your magnetic touch I sure hope this is just a crush. Are you coming to me Or am I coming to you? You sauntered over and leaned in close. I could feel the syrup drip from my lips And I knew you'd sip while you gripped my hips Eyes gently closed Noses softly brushed Mouths slightly parted Lips quickly touched Cheeks brightly flushed This was all too rushed If we were to do this again Maybe I would've leaned back in Maybe you would've gone right in Maybe we would've savored the taste Of the syrup that dripped from my lips

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Oct 31, 2016

Oct 31, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC

Savor the Sweet

My eyes looked up at yours before Retreating back to the floor My chin pulled up by your magnetic touch I sure hope this is just a crush. Are you coming to me Or am I coming to you? You sauntered over and leaned in close. I could feel the syrup drip from my lips And I knew you'd sip while you gripped my hips Eyes gently closed Noses softly brushed Mouths slightly parted Lips quickly touched Cheeks brightly flushed This was all too rushed If we were to do this again Maybe I would've leaned back in Maybe you would've gone right in Maybe we would've savored the taste Of the syrup that dripped from my lips

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When did you decide it's better to bite other people's tongues And leave them never wishing to speak again Just because you can't stand to bite your own?

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

Tied and ****** Tongues

When did you decide it's better to bite other people's tongues And leave them never wishing to speak again Just because you can't stand to bite your own?

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Be kinder than necessary until there is no reason left for you to be kind; do NOT let yourself become a doormat that people can wipe the **** off their shoes with. Shower often to wash the weight of the day off your delicate skin. Floss; it makes your mom proud of your dental exams. Study only when you need it. Learn to do your own laundry. Go to your friend's performances and games when you can. Keep your room clean. Say please and thank you regularly. Stare harshly between someone's brows to make them stop staring at you. Smile at people in public, but only with a closed mouth. Carry extra tampons and pads to give to people who may need it. Plan your day before you go to sleep. Offer help when you see someone struggling, But don't offer help if you need help yourself

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC

Rules to Live by

Be kinder than necessary until there is no reason left for you to be kind; do NOT let yourself become a doormat that people can wipe the **** off their shoes with. Shower often to wash the weight of the day off your delicate skin. Floss; it makes your mom proud of your dental exams. Study only when you need it. Learn to do your own laundry. Go to your friend's performances and games when you can. Keep your room clean. Say please and thank you regularly. Stare harshly between someone's brows to make them stop staring at you. Smile at people in public, but only with a closed mouth. Carry extra tampons and pads to give to people who may need it. Plan your day before you go to sleep. Offer help when you see someone struggling, But don't offer help if you need help yourself

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In my Prada purse, I carry my heavy medical textbook I carry an extra tube of my MAC lipstick in Russian Red I carry a comb My ID A clear nail polish topcoat And a bottle of eye drops that I avoid using because it makes my mascara run. In my wholesome home, I have glossy tiled bathrooms Pristine, crisp, snow white curtains Organic, citrus scented cleansers Granite counter tops And large mahogany desks. In my hollow heart I cradle my worries of a straying spouse, My anger towards the anonymous administrator My notions of a sneaky baba My choking OCD My crippling debt to a vile man And the breaking weight of having to shield my children from all that goes on behind locked doors.

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC

Heavy

In my Prada purse, I carry my heavy medical textbook I carry an extra tube of my MAC lipstick in Russian Red I carry a comb My ID A clear nail polish topcoat And a bottle of eye drops that I avoid using because it makes my mascara run. In my wholesome home, I have glossy tiled bathrooms Pristine, crisp, snow white curtains Organic, citrus scented cleansers Granite counter tops And large mahogany desks. In my hollow heart I cradle my worries of a straying spouse, My anger towards the anonymous administrator My notions of a sneaky baba My choking OCD My crippling debt to a vile man And the breaking weight of having to shield my children from all that goes on behind locked doors.

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