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daniella-chamorro
19/UK Hi I'm Dani and I think poetry is the best art form there is. I read more than I write and I want to try writing more so here I go.
My great aunt, Tia Nelly, Her gentle presence hasn't changed Her soft hands that reached for mine to hold and kiss. Her sweet glow she has when she smiles Comfort. She took me to her bedroom window, Her favourite place. "I can see all." she says Indeed she could see who comes and who goes Her favourite summer flowers were in bloom They grew just by the front gate A perfect view A quiet moment. "Growing older is a lonely, sad thing." She still hasn't let go of my hands She's so small "I can't do many things anymore." I had never heard her speak like this. I squeeze her hands I look at her not being able to respond. Comfort. "You may not see me again." She had always said this when we parted We joked about these things However It seemed that It could be true this once She doesn't stop looking at me Her eyes are scanning my face Comfort "You are so pretty you know." She let go of my hand
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
Tia Nelly
Do not tell me what words should or should not hurt me
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Listen to this
to make art that entertains the people that don't know to make art that bores the people that do to create for the ignorant to enjoy to create for the wise to ignore to produce something that the shallow lavish to produce something that the indepth expect to shape an idea that fools them to shape an idea that makes you the fool to be mediocre at my passion to be mediocre at my life
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
a new fear i didn't need
A message to you, the people Yes, you. Smile, You are being watched You have an audience Little ears listen carefully Little eyes notice much You don't know this yet but one day Those ears Those eyes will grow as will their minds, hearts and thoughts Their voices Their presence One in which you overlooked, neglected, discredited will knock you back because now you can't ignore them You are not allowed to ignore them They will be heard They will be seen And you will listen
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
A message to you, the people
Only when you taste it do you realise What you have been missing All this time. I want this taste to last a life time to stay in this moment a little longer
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
a moment
So much comfort in the sound of a human heartbeat
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
a sweet thought
You are there to help me dig but leave when I want to fill it You are there for the gigglin fits in the dirt but leave when it’s time to clean up You are there when my blood stream runs of energy but leave when it’s reached it’s trough You leave me with this emptiness that I didn’t have before which I hope I don’t resent the time we dug What do you expect me to do in this dirt?
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Hole
You don’t realise how lonely you are until there is no one there to be alone with
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
Alone
Do people really hear silence? Actual silence where there is nothing to be heard? Not the sky? Not the cars? Not an echo? Not a breath? Just..space..? I didn't think that possible. Wow. There are people that know true silence. What I would do to have that for a moment.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
Actual Silence
It's smaller than I remember Not that I possessed many things, though, it always seemed like everything could fit in here even the things I scarcely use; The woolen jumper that scratches my neck, The mittens, now too small to fit, The bandanna with a stain or two Its strange how things get put away to not be seen again That is what I am now in this moment. I must remind myself to air out my cupboard once I get out. I'm breathing in the stale air my possessions do It smells of worn wood and detergent The smell of a home I've always known. There is a faint rattling I try and hold my legs together to keep them from shaking I hate that all I can hear is my short breath I don't want to move to rub my eyes again. Silence A thud. Nothing More thuds of weighted boots Silence again My legs are cramping now That recent growth spurt didn't do me good. My **** knees keeping knocking together Mama always said I couldn't keep still Why do I get the feeling that once I leave my small cupboard That I won't be the same again?
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
And what came after.