dia95 - Hello Poetry

Sometimes... I cannot hear your thoughts Your mind to me Is like smooth jagged glass Beneath a pool of liquid winter A lake of crystallized silence. It hurts. Sometimes... I cannot feel your emotions Your face is like an empty mask A hollow shell Your eyes are depthless glass Living ice. I can feel your heartbeat I can hear you breathe Tears flow down my cheeks, Freezing in your frigid warmth. They sound like antipathy. Sometimes... We kiss Mental screams against silence Passion against nothingness Motion against stillness You don't lie You don't speak You do nothing at all. There're no roses amongst the thorns. Sometimes... I hear you speak Flowers blooming in winter Blood burning through snow Your voice is a sirenic thing Filling me Maddening me Tearing my heart apart. A captivating inferno. A glacial wind. A numbing kiss. Your voice is poison. I crave its touch. Sometimes... I wonder if you're a corpse I wonder if you're hollow I wonder if you forget to feel. Your smile Is an existential thing. Your laugh Is a detached melody. Your stare Is an empty dream. Arctic indifference. Words fading into the wind. Sometimes... I can only see you An aloof statue A pitiless observer. Tears flow down my cheeks, Freezing in your frigid warmth. I no longer understand you Perhaps, I never did. Flowers blooming in winter Blood burning through snow My devotion To a narcissistic fascination Your voice is a sirenic thing There're no roses amongst the thorns. It hurts. I wish to **** you. You don't lie You don't speak You do nothing at all. Your face remains an empty mask Mental screams against silence Arctic indifference Decayed insanity Inert image upon darkened glass. What do I do with all these feelings? You will not die. It hurts.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC

UnReflected

Sometimes... I cannot hear your thoughts Your mind to me Is like smooth jagged glass Beneath a pool of liquid winter A lake of crystallized silence. It hurts. Sometimes... I cannot feel your emotions Your face is like an empty mask A hollow shell Your eyes are depthless glass Living ice. I can feel your heartbeat I can hear you breathe Tears flow down my cheeks, Freezing in your frigid warmth. They sound like antipathy. Sometimes... We kiss Mental screams against silence Passion against nothingness Motion against stillness You don't lie You don't speak You do nothing at all. There're no roses amongst the thorns. Sometimes... I hear you speak Flowers blooming in winter Blood burning through snow Your voice is a sirenic thing Filling me Maddening me Tearing my heart apart. A captivating inferno. A glacial wind. A numbing kiss. Your voice is poison. I crave its touch. Sometimes... I wonder if you're a corpse I wonder if you're hollow I wonder if you forget to feel. Your smile Is an existential thing. Your laugh Is a detached melody. Your stare Is an empty dream. Arctic indifference. Words fading into the wind. Sometimes... I can only see you An aloof statue A pitiless observer. Tears flow down my cheeks, Freezing in your frigid warmth. I no longer understand you Perhaps, I never did. Flowers blooming in winter Blood burning through snow My devotion To a narcissistic fascination Your voice is a sirenic thing There're no roses amongst the thorns. It hurts. I wish to **** you. You don't lie You don't speak You do nothing at all. Your face remains an empty mask Mental screams against silence Arctic indifference Decayed insanity Inert image upon darkened glass. What do I do with all these feelings? You will not die. It hurts.

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Teardrops fall from the heavens, Tasting of ashes From the world below...

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC

Frost

Teardrops fall from the heavens, Tasting of ashes From the world below...

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Spinning Twirling blur. Frozen teardrops The world is still.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC

Merry-go-round

Spinning Twirling blur. Frozen teardrops The world is still.

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Cracked images Stained glass Each piece arranged In an interlacing jaggered masterpiece Tears fall Tracing paths Highlighting the intricate symbols Liquid crystals in the dying light Sparkling pearls upon living glass Dexterous additions To the visual symphony. The storm grows The heavens pour Colours flash amongst the greys It tastes like salt.

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC

Empty eyes

Cracked images Stained glass Each piece arranged In an interlacing jaggered masterpiece Tears fall Tracing paths Highlighting the intricate symbols Liquid crystals in the dying light Sparkling pearls upon living glass Dexterous additions To the visual symphony. The storm grows The heavens pour Colours flash amongst the greys It tastes like salt.

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Stress sneaked up on me Like a ninja out of the blues Like a saxophone player Weaving an intricate melody To my internal noir monologue Like a tax collector striking at night Or a deadly case of the Creditors flu Like a group of cut-throat dames Like fog in the rain Like a secretary named Velema. Stress sneaked up on me When the detective came a-knocking. He wanted his cigarette back. I told him I didn't have it Then the ****** walked in Quick-finger Teddy Butcher Saint Merry Leg-breaker Lenny Mobster Ricco Snake Bently And Marcini of the incredibly gifted hands Too. Lead makes a different sound when fired Glass shatters into tinkling tear drops Like the heavens weeping. Plaster breaks. Stress sneaked up on me Like a kiss goodbye... It's all Smoke through the city...

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC

Smoke through the city

Stress sneaked up on me Like a ninja out of the blues Like a saxophone player Weaving an intricate melody To my internal noir monologue Like a tax collector striking at night Or a deadly case of the Creditors flu Like a group of cut-throat dames Like fog in the rain Like a secretary named Velema. Stress sneaked up on me When the detective came a-knocking. He wanted his cigarette back. I told him I didn't have it Then the ****** walked in Quick-finger Teddy Butcher Saint Merry Leg-breaker Lenny Mobster Ricco Snake Bently And Marcini of the incredibly gifted hands Too. Lead makes a different sound when fired Glass shatters into tinkling tear drops Like the heavens weeping. Plaster breaks. Stress sneaked up on me Like a kiss goodbye... It's all Smoke through the city...

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Hold me. You scream. I bleed. Rusted nails, Twisted thorns.

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC

Incandescent

Hold me. You scream. I bleed. Rusted nails, Twisted thorns.

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Life is best precieved Not in death But in the dying... The leaves falling Rather than the branches bare The dew freezing Rather than the frost Coated in snow The cool winds crisp yet damp Rather than frost-bitten. Life is best painted On the the tapestry of dying Than the portrait of a barren land After the wake of death Two sides of the same mask A kiss to eternity Or the end. Observe The rising of ice The dying of season The coming of slumber... Time moving backwards.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC

Moments/Views

Life is best precieved Not in death But in the dying... The leaves falling Rather than the branches bare The dew freezing Rather than the frost Coated in snow The cool winds crisp yet damp Rather than frost-bitten. Life is best painted On the the tapestry of dying Than the portrait of a barren land After the wake of death Two sides of the same mask A kiss to eternity Or the end. Observe The rising of ice The dying of season The coming of slumber... Time moving backwards.

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The silence broke Shattering into a million pieces Shards and dust...

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC

The broken silence

The silence broke Shattering into a million pieces Shards and dust...

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One blinded by love should not make sacrifices... For when the love is gone, So is the logic.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC

Glasswork

One blinded by love should not make sacrifices... For when the love is gone, So is the logic.

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I miss you Your warm laugh, glassy blue eyes and sad, sad smile That made it look like you were crying Out of sight Inside. Her heart beats for you Slowly, In pain You who never noticed Or cares to notice again. Aloof. Standing tall. Distant. Away. Her heart beats for you Despite your coldness Your emptiness Your emotions' grave It still beats. She's dying. We all are The rose petals have fallen A long time ago My tears had fallen and dried Moments after Hers still fall Forming seas She slowly drowns As her heart weakly beats Straining in pain Her body sick. You still smile now Coldly Your eyes a hardened gray Diamonds rather than glass Your joy is our pain Not just us but the world. Yet, No matter how you try to push it behind you You can't ignore the past You have failed. I hope you're happy. I'm no longer missing... Her heart's stopped beating... Beating for you. Tomorrow, You shall be forgotten...

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC

Siren

I miss you Your warm laugh, glassy blue eyes and sad, sad smile That made it look like you were crying Out of sight Inside. Her heart beats for you Slowly, In pain You who never noticed Or cares to notice again. Aloof. Standing tall. Distant. Away. Her heart beats for you Despite your coldness Your emptiness Your emotions' grave It still beats. She's dying. We all are The rose petals have fallen A long time ago My tears had fallen and dried Moments after Hers still fall Forming seas She slowly drowns As her heart weakly beats Straining in pain Her body sick. You still smile now Coldly Your eyes a hardened gray Diamonds rather than glass Your joy is our pain Not just us but the world. Yet, No matter how you try to push it behind you You can't ignore the past You have failed. I hope you're happy. I'm no longer missing... Her heart's stopped beating... Beating for you. Tomorrow, You shall be forgotten...

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