elaine-grace - Hello Poetry

Once dense thicket, coppiced To bear a cornucopia filled with Indian’s Summer rare blood moon. The All-Hallows summer extends As Samhain comes closer Recognizing, celebrating the ever coming. Wide leaves writhing and crunching from Deciduous oaks as they bare to nothing. Crushed grass and brush uncover a Light trail leading to preserved boscage. Through the dense brush Untouched water thickens From frosty moons bite. Seizing gossamers flight The soft breeze harshens For long nights moon is soon near.

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC

Forest Walk in Autumn

Once dense thicket, coppiced To bear a cornucopia filled with Indian’s Summer rare blood moon. The All-Hallows summer extends As Samhain comes closer Recognizing, celebrating the ever coming. Wide leaves writhing and crunching from Deciduous oaks as they bare to nothing. Crushed grass and brush uncover a Light trail leading to preserved boscage. Through the dense brush Untouched water thickens From frosty moons bite. Seizing gossamers flight The soft breeze harshens For long nights moon is soon near.

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Waves circulate, controlling the air consumed. A deathly concoction; sweet yellow roses sharp silver chained. Aroma of overwhelming necessity. Primitive act of the aging anatomy. The ticks drop to the floor, numbers join the invisible waves. No end to the craves eating away deteriorating. Comfort will not be found until the race against the numbers seize. Yet a single feather consoles the melting mass. Soon, a pillow found with love near a deep slumber shall be slept.

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Sep 18, 2013

Sep 18, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC

Torpidity

Waves circulate, controlling the air consumed. A deathly concoction; sweet yellow roses sharp silver chained. Aroma of overwhelming necessity. Primitive act of the aging anatomy. The ticks drop to the floor, numbers join the invisible waves. No end to the craves eating away deteriorating. Comfort will not be found until the race against the numbers seize. Yet a single feather consoles the melting mass. Soon, a pillow found with love near a deep slumber shall be slept.

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Love was blaspheme A cursed word Taboo. Love didn't exist A lie told Shame. Love became real A true test Passed. Love now real A beautiful story You. Love granted me A true life Gratitude.

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Sep 15, 2013

Sep 15, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC

A cursed word trasformed to a beautiful story.

Love was blaspheme A cursed word Taboo. Love didn't exist A lie told Shame. Love became real A true test Passed. Love now real A beautiful story You. Love granted me A true life Gratitude.

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A dire need a desperate fix, for the aching in my chest. Fingers crack and tap away the urges, that will never rest. White crisp waves inside me settle to calm waters when I write what I cannot articulate in direct language. A picture I see, one that I can paint with words letting you into my soul. Keys and pens screens and paper are my weapons against the killer called the norm.

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Sep 15, 2013

Sep 15, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC

the killer called the norm

A dire need a desperate fix, for the aching in my chest. Fingers crack and tap away the urges, that will never rest. White crisp waves inside me settle to calm waters when I write what I cannot articulate in direct language. A picture I see, one that I can paint with words letting you into my soul. Keys and pens screens and paper are my weapons against the killer called the norm.

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Each puff infuses poison and serenity. Clouds drift off, combine with the air. Slowly burring away years off time. Disgust or desire, The distant smell of the once infamous beauty. The cancer stick, the deathly hits. The denial of mortality caused from deadly attraction. A single hit they say will dig you a grave, But what’s the point if you will get one anyways. A torch of liberty. For the ones who find peace, Within each calming puff.

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Sep 13, 2013

Sep 13, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC

Cigarette

Each puff infuses poison and serenity. Clouds drift off, combine with the air. Slowly burring away years off time. Disgust or desire, The distant smell of the once infamous beauty. The cancer stick, the deathly hits. The denial of mortality caused from deadly attraction. A single hit they say will dig you a grave, But what’s the point if you will get one anyways. A torch of liberty. For the ones who find peace, Within each calming puff.

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She sees the world in vibrant colors Shades that will never be discovered It is a different world for this woman. Everything is flowers. When she opens her eyes nothing is covered. However no one can see what she sees. No one can have her perspective; And no one will see though her eyes, Into her heart, Inside her soul. Her ears are quite different; They hear pain and hate It is a different world from what she hears and sees. Her heart above all is filled with hate and love. She hates the world, but she cannot hate any individual. She knows what it is like to be hated And pushed down so insensitively. So she loves But that love has yet to be returned. Her mind is filled with the sight of beauty, The sound of hate, And emotions with no range. Because of this She will never be understood, Never loved, And never accepted as who she is. So, the mask goes on Hiding all of these, “flaws”.

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May 2, 2013

May 2, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC

"Flaws Behind The Mask."

She sees the world in vibrant colors Shades that will never be discovered It is a different world for this woman. Everything is flowers. When she opens her eyes nothing is covered. However no one can see what she sees. No one can have her perspective; And no one will see though her eyes, Into her heart, Inside her soul. Her ears are quite different; They hear pain and hate It is a different world from what she hears and sees. Her heart above all is filled with hate and love. She hates the world, but she cannot hate any individual. She knows what it is like to be hated And pushed down so insensitively. So she loves But that love has yet to be returned. Her mind is filled with the sight of beauty, The sound of hate, And emotions with no range. Because of this She will never be understood, Never loved, And never accepted as who she is. So, the mask goes on Hiding all of these, “flaws”.

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It is the simplest of joys that woe the most The short wave, the brief hello That can bring a smile to the darkest day. As the simple joys grow to hugs and conversations, The sorrow is lightened. The dark cloud Remembrance of shame That once hovered over And blocked these simple joys. Will forever dim these joys. A light can shine though these clouds Can bring hope to the lost. All that is needed Is the acceptance of these simple joys.

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC

The Simplest of Joys

It is the simplest of joys that woe the most The short wave, the brief hello That can bring a smile to the darkest day. As the simple joys grow to hugs and conversations, The sorrow is lightened. The dark cloud Remembrance of shame That once hovered over And blocked these simple joys. Will forever dim these joys. A light can shine though these clouds Can bring hope to the lost. All that is needed Is the acceptance of these simple joys.

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I cannot tell you I cannot show you. If you could go into my mind, You might understand. If this was the past I would be head over heels. I have learned not to fall so easily To reject emotions, To deny love. It is hard for me to feel. To give my emotions to you, I want to give you my heart As easily as you do. Yet I am afraid to lose you I fear that I am not right, That I cannot love. You are my only hope The test I must conquer. Yet I cannot force myself I cannot make myself love you It is not you You could be anyone You could be perfect I still would not feel. You make me want to change To be different, then what I told myself to be Can you change me? Can you break my chains, I locked upon myself.

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC

The Chains I Locked Upon Myself

I cannot tell you I cannot show you. If you could go into my mind, You might understand. If this was the past I would be head over heels. I have learned not to fall so easily To reject emotions, To deny love. It is hard for me to feel. To give my emotions to you, I want to give you my heart As easily as you do. Yet I am afraid to lose you I fear that I am not right, That I cannot love. You are my only hope The test I must conquer. Yet I cannot force myself I cannot make myself love you It is not you You could be anyone You could be perfect I still would not feel. You make me want to change To be different, then what I told myself to be Can you change me? Can you break my chains, I locked upon myself.

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