christian-danner - Hello Poetry

I am ready to swim I am standing on the beach, I can feel the ocean on the wind, and I think It seems these things do not matter. "How vast is the sea?" "How deep is the water?" "How strong is the tide?" I am brave. Uncertainty! I've felt many things in life, and I know this is not My convictions I am convinced that in this moment I will be able to hold Because of fear or a sense of pride Because of passion and a sense of hope, not Because I am simply ready (Now read it backwards)

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC

Tess's Poem

I am ready to swim I am standing on the beach, I can feel the ocean on the wind, and I think It seems these things do not matter. "How vast is the sea?" "How deep is the water?" "How strong is the tide?" I am brave. Uncertainty! I've felt many things in life, and I know this is not My convictions I am convinced that in this moment I will be able to hold Because of fear or a sense of pride Because of passion and a sense of hope, not Because I am simply ready (Now read it backwards)

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She was alone. She had her friends and her family and her pets. Yet she was alone, and even more so, she was lonely. She had never felt love. Never felt the raw emotion that goes along with it. She had only known the pulsating flesh and the heat that radiated from the bodies of which she had laid upon. Each night she would fall asleep cloaked in the heavy plush blankets that sprawled across her bed, and every morning she would awake colder than the previous night. She would walk a few steps from her bed to her bathroom. Graze her hand across the granite counter top. Reach for the stained porcelain sink handle, and begin to brush her stained porcelain teeth. She dreaded the mornings. As she stared in the mirror and she tended to her hygiene she felt her eyes begin to weigh down. Each morning she would try to succeed on her own and each morning she would fail. As she'd leave her bathroom she would gaze upon her dress for work that morning. She would slide it up to her waist, over her shoulders, then she would let out a deep breath. She refused to put her makeup on before this, she knew what came next would hurt. As she began to reach behind herself she struggled. She pulled and tugged upon the zipper. Rolling across her bed at times. Feeling the pulsating flesh and radiating heat with each turn. When she was finally finished with her battle she would stare,entranced, into the mirror hanging from the door of her bedroom. She felt no accomplishment, no success, and even less happiness than the minimal amount that she felt when she awoke. She only felt a shadow, a void, behind her during every attempt. Each day she would do this, and each night she would repeat the struggle with her dress. She longed for pulsating flesh and radiating heat to help her zip and unzip her layers. She longed for someone to fill the void. Yet every morning she would zip and unzip her dress, adding and removing the layers by herself.

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC

Unzipped

She was alone. She had her friends and her family and her pets. Yet she was alone, and even more so, she was lonely. She had never felt love. Never felt the raw emotion that goes along with it. She had only known the pulsating flesh and the heat that radiated from the bodies of which she had laid upon. Each night she would fall asleep cloaked in the heavy plush blankets that sprawled across her bed, and every morning she would awake colder than the previous night. She would walk a few steps from her bed to her bathroom. Graze her hand across the granite counter top. Reach for the stained porcelain sink handle, and begin to brush her stained porcelain teeth. She dreaded the mornings. As she stared in the mirror and she tended to her hygiene she felt her eyes begin to weigh down. Each morning she would try to succeed on her own and each morning she would fail. As she'd leave her bathroom she would gaze upon her dress for work that morning. She would slide it up to her waist, over her shoulders, then she would let out a deep breath. She refused to put her makeup on before this, she knew what came next would hurt. As she began to reach behind herself she struggled. She pulled and tugged upon the zipper. Rolling across her bed at times. Feeling the pulsating flesh and radiating heat with each turn. When she was finally finished with her battle she would stare,entranced, into the mirror hanging from the door of her bedroom. She felt no accomplishment, no success, and even less happiness than the minimal amount that she felt when she awoke. She only felt a shadow, a void, behind her during every attempt. Each day she would do this, and each night she would repeat the struggle with her dress. She longed for pulsating flesh and radiating heat to help her zip and unzip her layers. She longed for someone to fill the void. Yet every morning she would zip and unzip her dress, adding and removing the layers by herself.

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I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least. I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears. I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams. I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind. I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC

Maybe It Is Just An Idea

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least. I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears. I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams. I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind. I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

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The problems of the mind are the loneliest by far. They eat at you and eat at you until you are just a shell of meat and bone. You walk and you talk as if nothing were wrong, but you see, the problems of the mind are the most burdensome of all. How can you blame someone for the actions that they did in your mind. For the **** they committed. For the scars they created. They look at you the same, yet all you can see is the monster that took you and you fear that they will take you again. Yet, they never really took you at all. You see the problems of the mind are the most confusing by far. The growling meant that he was a killer and for it he was neutered and locked in chains. But to you he is still the man that you see and love everyday. So the growling became a comfort. A battle cry to show the world, because he loved you and trusted you with his world, he would always be by your side. The world may take them as growls of your own, for your own crimes, and that's fine. Because when you howl the half the world howls and you know that you have even more pained souls on your side. You see the problems of the mind are the most trial-some by far. She is your angel and she saved your life that night. You tell her but she will never quite know that you truly believe it. She covered you in her wings and covered you tight. She took the blunt force of the car so you would not die. Now you owe your life to her and she cannot make sense of it. She will never know that to you she was actually there. You see the problems of the mind are the most painful by far. But now the ***** the dog and the angel all stay in your life. Never knowing their true roles in your mind. Never knowing what they said or did that changed your life. Following the same pace as the previous night. Yet you sit alone and in the silence cry, because you still feel the **** feel the wings and hear the growls at night. But no one will ever know. That is why the problems of the mind are the loneliest by far.

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC

The ****** The Angel and The Dog.

The problems of the mind are the loneliest by far. They eat at you and eat at you until you are just a shell of meat and bone. You walk and you talk as if nothing were wrong, but you see, the problems of the mind are the most burdensome of all. How can you blame someone for the actions that they did in your mind. For the **** they committed. For the scars they created. They look at you the same, yet all you can see is the monster that took you and you fear that they will take you again. Yet, they never really took you at all. You see the problems of the mind are the most confusing by far. The growling meant that he was a killer and for it he was neutered and locked in chains. But to you he is still the man that you see and love everyday. So the growling became a comfort. A battle cry to show the world, because he loved you and trusted you with his world, he would always be by your side. The world may take them as growls of your own, for your own crimes, and that's fine. Because when you howl the half the world howls and you know that you have even more pained souls on your side. You see the problems of the mind are the most trial-some by far. She is your angel and she saved your life that night. You tell her but she will never quite know that you truly believe it. She covered you in her wings and covered you tight. She took the blunt force of the car so you would not die. Now you owe your life to her and she cannot make sense of it. She will never know that to you she was actually there. You see the problems of the mind are the most painful by far. But now the ***** the dog and the angel all stay in your life. Never knowing their true roles in your mind. Never knowing what they said or did that changed your life. Following the same pace as the previous night. Yet you sit alone and in the silence cry, because you still feel the **** feel the wings and hear the growls at night. But no one will ever know. That is why the problems of the mind are the loneliest by far.

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When you woke me up The first thing I saw were stars Only they weren't stars; They were your eyes. They were so captivating that I found myself lost and swore I saw the entire universe. When you woke me up I saw your smile But I thought it was the sun For it shined so bright that I had to squint and as its radiance slowly stretched outward towards my skin I felt comfort in it. When you work me up I saw your scars and they were beautiful to me. They showed me your pain and I kissed everyone so you knew that regardless of what others may have seen I saw them as a perfect part of you. These scars molded who you were and who you are and in that I find beauty. When you woke me up You woke up more than just my body; you woke up my soul.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC

Wake Up My Soul

When you woke me up The first thing I saw were stars Only they weren't stars; They were your eyes. They were so captivating that I found myself lost and swore I saw the entire universe. When you woke me up I saw your smile But I thought it was the sun For it shined so bright that I had to squint and as its radiance slowly stretched outward towards my skin I felt comfort in it. When you work me up I saw your scars and they were beautiful to me. They showed me your pain and I kissed everyone so you knew that regardless of what others may have seen I saw them as a perfect part of you. These scars molded who you were and who you are and in that I find beauty. When you woke me up You woke up more than just my body; you woke up my soul.

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I see images of a girl walking in the street On a rainy night, in a black dress, with bare feet She seems lost Rather her destination is not complete Stuck here, where love's perceived as the means She mutters to herself although she can barely speak Shivering and shaking as the rain pierced and stings Her tears blend with the precipitation into a solid stream Still she cries for hope, she cries for faith, she cries for me.

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC

Untitled

I see images of a girl walking in the street On a rainy night, in a black dress, with bare feet She seems lost Rather her destination is not complete Stuck here, where love's perceived as the means She mutters to herself although she can barely speak Shivering and shaking as the rain pierced and stings Her tears blend with the precipitation into a solid stream Still she cries for hope, she cries for faith, she cries for me.

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I'm sitting under a crying tree Praying no tears fall upon me I can not believe what I can not see So sing your tragic song The horns blast in every field The moon falls while mad men kneel The cloaked ones who in fear **** Will all cry and sing along Call it glory Call it misery Call it faith Call it empathy Call it truth But you know it's just a lie Call it love Fight the hate Hide your tears Behind the pain Call it life But you know it's just a lie

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

Willow

I'm sitting under a crying tree Praying no tears fall upon me I can not believe what I can not see So sing your tragic song The horns blast in every field The moon falls while mad men kneel The cloaked ones who in fear **** Will all cry and sing along Call it glory Call it misery Call it faith Call it empathy Call it truth But you know it's just a lie Call it love Fight the hate Hide your tears Behind the pain Call it life But you know it's just a lie

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Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

Mona Lisa

Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.

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It's sunny when my eyes are open Yet it storms while I'm sleeping Their smoke blends into the air daily It puts me in a haze and dazes me for days on end This hazed daze must effect them, sadly, maybe that's their intent But don't subject me to this evil world you've created Though these nightmares may have, manipulated your every dream Inception can be dangerous so don't plaster me the creature you hate Rather realize I'm sacrificing life For these images you paint Yes I'm the wind I keep the breeze going when things get too hot These man made substitutes will break And be discarded like sheet rock So dont close your windows and hide yourself from your own fog if you move on, you move on. NO MATTER HOW HARD No matter how hard. And that's life And you keep fighting I'll fight for my dreams and my visions For a world with out your smog and misconception Where these wrong words thought of rightly And injust actions performed justly Are no more Where my solidarity is only recognized through my laughter And my pain is only recognized by my flesh Where I can hold hands with my sons and daughters And I can look my father in the eyes, And he'll knows I past his tests

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC

Even Alone

It's sunny when my eyes are open Yet it storms while I'm sleeping Their smoke blends into the air daily It puts me in a haze and dazes me for days on end This hazed daze must effect them, sadly, maybe that's their intent But don't subject me to this evil world you've created Though these nightmares may have, manipulated your every dream Inception can be dangerous so don't plaster me the creature you hate Rather realize I'm sacrificing life For these images you paint Yes I'm the wind I keep the breeze going when things get too hot These man made substitutes will break And be discarded like sheet rock So dont close your windows and hide yourself from your own fog if you move on, you move on. NO MATTER HOW HARD No matter how hard. And that's life And you keep fighting I'll fight for my dreams and my visions For a world with out your smog and misconception Where these wrong words thought of rightly And injust actions performed justly Are no more Where my solidarity is only recognized through my laughter And my pain is only recognized by my flesh Where I can hold hands with my sons and daughters And I can look my father in the eyes, And he'll knows I past his tests

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Captivating So alluring Mesmerizing To much beauty These are the things that I see Second guessing Wishful thinking Guarded heart Pieces missing If only reflections could speak Blue tides Gold rays Soft sands Better days I'd lay forever on your beach Like cracked vases Twisted locks Tarnished cases Sudden stops Your imperfections make you perfect to me

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC

Perfection

Captivating So alluring Mesmerizing To much beauty These are the things that I see Second guessing Wishful thinking Guarded heart Pieces missing If only reflections could speak Blue tides Gold rays Soft sands Better days I'd lay forever on your beach Like cracked vases Twisted locks Tarnished cases Sudden stops Your imperfections make you perfect to me

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