elizabeth-p - Hello Poetry

It all started with a swipe right On a funny white paper hat Atop a cute fellow In a white Mustang. Conversation slowly deepened Until a call steepened The newfound heat Between the two. A call to meet up turned into an adventure, A night, Then two, Then three. The connection they found Was unreal, Based in passion and similarity, But not yet clarity. Carved out of their schedules Was time for one another: A way to let loose And ****** their minds. But they must hold back! Don't become attached! He's leaving. She's staying. Distance breaks bonds like theirs. She cannot stop herself She becomes enraptured With the ocean of his eyes, His smile, his terrible singing She falls in love with his life. Somewhere along the line He slips and falls For her curves, her mind, And her intoxicating personality. So they continue in secret... Afraid to say words that sting, Afraid to let the heart sing, For what it desires. But tides turn toward the sun... And suddenly he isn't leaving! The heavens open up To possibilities they could both only dream about. They let the feelings sneak out, Stopped maintaining the veil, And let it show. Six months and counting, What would you know?

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC

Knight in a White Shining Horse

It all started with a swipe right On a funny white paper hat Atop a cute fellow In a white Mustang. Conversation slowly deepened Until a call steepened The newfound heat Between the two. A call to meet up turned into an adventure, A night, Then two, Then three. The connection they found Was unreal, Based in passion and similarity, But not yet clarity. Carved out of their schedules Was time for one another: A way to let loose And ****** their minds. But they must hold back! Don't become attached! He's leaving. She's staying. Distance breaks bonds like theirs. She cannot stop herself She becomes enraptured With the ocean of his eyes, His smile, his terrible singing She falls in love with his life. Somewhere along the line He slips and falls For her curves, her mind, And her intoxicating personality. So they continue in secret... Afraid to say words that sting, Afraid to let the heart sing, For what it desires. But tides turn toward the sun... And suddenly he isn't leaving! The heavens open up To possibilities they could both only dream about. They let the feelings sneak out, Stopped maintaining the veil, And let it show. Six months and counting, What would you know?

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Glide, glide Lithe little butterfly Do with freedom's grace Glide, glide Across the meadows Of classic red brick And limestone slick From rain and rain and rain Glide, glide Away from danger Little butterfly Be unfettered By the flutters of others Glide, glide Show your colors true! If only by this Can you know you Glide, glide Little butterfly Till dusk comes rest Where in the rainbows of the sky You return to where you belong Glide, glide Little butterfly Peace, peace, peace

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

Little Butterfly

Glide, glide Lithe little butterfly Do with freedom's grace Glide, glide Across the meadows Of classic red brick And limestone slick From rain and rain and rain Glide, glide Away from danger Little butterfly Be unfettered By the flutters of others Glide, glide Show your colors true! If only by this Can you know you Glide, glide Little butterfly Till dusk comes rest Where in the rainbows of the sky You return to where you belong Glide, glide Little butterfly Peace, peace, peace

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Silence Golden silence Sweet as a siren's song From the oceans of the sky Rich red velvet The antique vanilla of wood Wafting through every corner With the cool, mellow breeze Limestone pillars calling to my aching soul Bars echo the hollow voice of the ***** More massive than Cerberus itself High gold sheens With the sparkle of prayer To an all-knowing God Mosaics of thought weave themselves into Stained masterpieces Here my soul can cry out Not afraid of passers' by! Though the peace coaxes me Into mighty reverence A breathe, A sigh, Ease.

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC

Divinity

Silence Golden silence Sweet as a siren's song From the oceans of the sky Rich red velvet The antique vanilla of wood Wafting through every corner With the cool, mellow breeze Limestone pillars calling to my aching soul Bars echo the hollow voice of the ***** More massive than Cerberus itself High gold sheens With the sparkle of prayer To an all-knowing God Mosaics of thought weave themselves into Stained masterpieces Here my soul can cry out Not afraid of passers' by! Though the peace coaxes me Into mighty reverence A breathe, A sigh, Ease.

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Tall chairs, no backs Short chairs, tall backs Arranged in geometric mazes of social anxiety Round arrangements of fruits, salad Burgers, comfort foods on rotation Fruity drinks, PUSH here Infused water to dull the senses Alone and lonely Tall chairs In front of a screen projecting my insecurities Stalkers and murderers A Lifetime of Crime Friendly face appears around the corner Handsome tanned face, ***** blonde hair Eyes clear as blue-tinted topaz on a sunny day Music had connected us once upon a night Briefly And here we are again Sunday small talk Over eggs sunny side up and the false illusion of a smile Church, homework, moods of days Then on the subject of RAs "I met him before school, As part of the Summer Bridge Program" "I know, I came early too. Now we're even." In the cast of all my burdening sensibilities We are even You feel it too, don't you? Pretty face, pretty eyes All just lies Sixty fakers masquerading as one of them Beautiful girls with tanned skin Hair masterfully tangled into curls enrapturing The male focus The boys with smiles brighter than summer clouds Chiseled so well da Vinci would be proud Striped cards glazed with a sweetness so thick Masqueraders envy Can it be spoken of? Can I do this? Can I do that? Why do I even try? They know I'm not like them But I want them to like me But my conscientiousness, my pride, my will to stay alive Threatens to swallow me whole Until all that's left is crumbs Of guilt, self-consciousness and greed I am an imposter I'm always the one that's not like the others Alienation I want to reach out and caress them But they're u n t o u c h a b l e To those like me

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Aug 26, 2018

Aug 26, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC

"Now We're Even"

Tall chairs, no backs Short chairs, tall backs Arranged in geometric mazes of social anxiety Round arrangements of fruits, salad Burgers, comfort foods on rotation Fruity drinks, PUSH here Infused water to dull the senses Alone and lonely Tall chairs In front of a screen projecting my insecurities Stalkers and murderers A Lifetime of Crime Friendly face appears around the corner Handsome tanned face, ***** blonde hair Eyes clear as blue-tinted topaz on a sunny day Music had connected us once upon a night Briefly And here we are again Sunday small talk Over eggs sunny side up and the false illusion of a smile Church, homework, moods of days Then on the subject of RAs "I met him before school, As part of the Summer Bridge Program" "I know, I came early too. Now we're even." In the cast of all my burdening sensibilities We are even You feel it too, don't you? Pretty face, pretty eyes All just lies Sixty fakers masquerading as one of them Beautiful girls with tanned skin Hair masterfully tangled into curls enrapturing The male focus The boys with smiles brighter than summer clouds Chiseled so well da Vinci would be proud Striped cards glazed with a sweetness so thick Masqueraders envy Can it be spoken of? Can I do this? Can I do that? Why do I even try? They know I'm not like them But I want them to like me But my conscientiousness, my pride, my will to stay alive Threatens to swallow me whole Until all that's left is crumbs Of guilt, self-consciousness and greed I am an imposter I'm always the one that's not like the others Alienation I want to reach out and caress them But they're u n t o u c h a b l e To those like me

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A girl on the corner In the red rain coat Is blowing a gum bubble With the finest bubblegum in town. As it expands, she sees lovers meet, Children being born, Friends meeting for coffee across the street, All in the blink of an eye. The bubblegum stretches miles in seconds Dreams expand to the beat of her heart Rings, homes, kisses, fantasies, Flavorful and impassioned. Too far, too fast The bubble pops far too soon Fights, blights, illness, death Returning back to the sanctity from which it had arisen. All that's left of the bubble are memories Of those it affected Deflating slowly but surely Into the eternal abyss.

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC

Bubblegum Dreams

A girl on the corner In the red rain coat Is blowing a gum bubble With the finest bubblegum in town. As it expands, she sees lovers meet, Children being born, Friends meeting for coffee across the street, All in the blink of an eye. The bubblegum stretches miles in seconds Dreams expand to the beat of her heart Rings, homes, kisses, fantasies, Flavorful and impassioned. Too far, too fast The bubble pops far too soon Fights, blights, illness, death Returning back to the sanctity from which it had arisen. All that's left of the bubble are memories Of those it affected Deflating slowly but surely Into the eternal abyss.

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Intimacy isn't just bodies for Skin-to-skin contact to superficial Swapping of spit And all the other ****** fluids known to man. Flesh degrades. That's what medicine exists for. Therefore *** is easy. Intimacy is the heart-to-heart connections. There is no shortcut, no replacement. Those who have it thrive. Those who don't feel the void Yet cannot satisfy it alone. Many try *** and fail. *** exists to deepen intimacy, And without such is simply a stream Of happy, happy chemicals An ephemeral high... Meaningless. I crave the ability to gaze upon The surface of a soul, To glide my fingers in the warm pool Of emotion, Of trust, Of love; To hold another being in my arms And soothe a ravishing, ravaged heart Much like my own. And to know that such is reciprocated equally To my broken self. I crave this more than anything So I must wait.

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC

Intimacy

Intimacy isn't just bodies for Skin-to-skin contact to superficial Swapping of spit And all the other ****** fluids known to man. Flesh degrades. That's what medicine exists for. Therefore *** is easy. Intimacy is the heart-to-heart connections. There is no shortcut, no replacement. Those who have it thrive. Those who don't feel the void Yet cannot satisfy it alone. Many try *** and fail. *** exists to deepen intimacy, And without such is simply a stream Of happy, happy chemicals An ephemeral high... Meaningless. I crave the ability to gaze upon The surface of a soul, To glide my fingers in the warm pool Of emotion, Of trust, Of love; To hold another being in my arms And soothe a ravishing, ravaged heart Much like my own. And to know that such is reciprocated equally To my broken self. I crave this more than anything So I must wait.

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The door clicks The light flickers off You go from being part of "them" To being you Alone besides inanimate belongings Lending only temporary distraction From yourself. In the dark, There are no boogie men Only your conscious berating Assaulting Worries rain Tears fall And no one's the wiser. Every statement becomes a question Every little insecurity metastisizing Growing to ail the mind. Fear not The light will come again And when it does, Happiness will float down Like petals after a summer wind To comfort and ease your suffering Do good Do the best you can And all that you deserve will follow.

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC

Behind Closed Doors

The door clicks The light flickers off You go from being part of "them" To being you Alone besides inanimate belongings Lending only temporary distraction From yourself. In the dark, There are no boogie men Only your conscious berating Assaulting Worries rain Tears fall And no one's the wiser. Every statement becomes a question Every little insecurity metastisizing Growing to ail the mind. Fear not The light will come again And when it does, Happiness will float down Like petals after a summer wind To comfort and ease your suffering Do good Do the best you can And all that you deserve will follow.

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He was my light on the darkest night My love from up above My reason to wake up in the morning He made my world rotate on its axis His moods the seasons of the Earth. He was my world. a y e a r Improptu As sincerely as possible He says "Elizabeth, I'm glad I'm with you. Happy anniversary," With eyes like melted chocolate m o n t h s g o b y Inch by inch, He inched away Withdrawing from my world Like a terminal patient I clung onto my God Believed He could see my pain What He was doing to me He would stop! All would be well! My World became so cold as He withdrew The chills The silence The unending tears He became bare To any ornament of grace I have ever known He imploded And I was the collateral damage Confusion wracked my mind for weeks Which turned into months Which morphed to anger and resent How was this caring? I put in all my faith and I was let down This is why I'm not religious.

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC

Him

He was my light on the darkest night My love from up above My reason to wake up in the morning He made my world rotate on its axis His moods the seasons of the Earth. He was my world. a y e a r Improptu As sincerely as possible He says "Elizabeth, I'm glad I'm with you. Happy anniversary," With eyes like melted chocolate m o n t h s g o b y Inch by inch, He inched away Withdrawing from my world Like a terminal patient I clung onto my God Believed He could see my pain What He was doing to me He would stop! All would be well! My World became so cold as He withdrew The chills The silence The unending tears He became bare To any ornament of grace I have ever known He imploded And I was the collateral damage Confusion wracked my mind for weeks Which turned into months Which morphed to anger and resent How was this caring? I put in all my faith and I was let down This is why I'm not religious.

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A cat and a ball of yarn Three women knit pretentiously In a rain-lit corner Beautiful they weave stories Within the rugs of old Then there is I In the other corner Attempting to piece together Bits of my own sanity Only to find the thread wants nothing to do With the needle I cry Oh I cry But it changes naught The thread is free from the needle And I am the pin cushion.

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC

Needle and Thread

A cat and a ball of yarn Three women knit pretentiously In a rain-lit corner Beautiful they weave stories Within the rugs of old Then there is I In the other corner Attempting to piece together Bits of my own sanity Only to find the thread wants nothing to do With the needle I cry Oh I cry But it changes naught The thread is free from the needle And I am the pin cushion.

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Home at home Home at last Words come to fruition In the fire's blast. I have been gone Too many years Expired thought My poetic mind But alas, True iron wrought My pain dribbled Syncope drawn To the fain of a loving heart Gone So, joy! I'm here again. Words prove to be My longest friend.

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC

Sabbatical

Home at home Home at last Words come to fruition In the fire's blast. I have been gone Too many years Expired thought My poetic mind But alas, True iron wrought My pain dribbled Syncope drawn To the fain of a loving heart Gone So, joy! I'm here again. Words prove to be My longest friend.

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