ella-maria - Hello Poetry

We do not know what is happening at the moment farther away in the universe: the light that we see from distant galaxies left them millions of years ago. When we look at the universe, we are seeing it as it was in the past. We look up at the stars, the beauty of lights as they go out. The sun is collapsing in on itself and emitting the only hope we have of survival; we bask in the death of something we would die without. We have one chance to live, yet feed off death. We all share the same sun, the same sky. We are all faced with a sense of irrelevance. How can we be a part of something bigger when we are smaller than ever?

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC

Stunted

We do not know what is happening at the moment farther away in the universe: the light that we see from distant galaxies left them millions of years ago. When we look at the universe, we are seeing it as it was in the past. We look up at the stars, the beauty of lights as they go out. The sun is collapsing in on itself and emitting the only hope we have of survival; we bask in the death of something we would die without. We have one chance to live, yet feed off death. We all share the same sun, the same sky. We are all faced with a sense of irrelevance. How can we be a part of something bigger when we are smaller than ever?

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You left a crooked smile and a bitter taste in my mouth You left shrugs, glares, unanswered questions You left scraps of your spidery handwriting and an ache in my chest You left me with people that are hollow, who look at me with disappointment - they want what I cannot give You left a whisper, a murmur I awake at 2:32 and I am empty You left.

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC

2:32

You left a crooked smile and a bitter taste in my mouth You left shrugs, glares, unanswered questions You left scraps of your spidery handwriting and an ache in my chest You left me with people that are hollow, who look at me with disappointment - they want what I cannot give You left a whisper, a murmur I awake at 2:32 and I am empty You left.

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Breath evaporates, vision clouds - I drift, it is peaceful in the deep I no longer feel like a burden; lumbering and pathetic My hands are soft, my thighs milky and unclenched my lips barely touched Insomnia envelops me once more and I awake: this body is not ready

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Aug 1, 2013

Aug 1, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC

Expanse

Breath evaporates, vision clouds - I drift, it is peaceful in the deep I no longer feel like a burden; lumbering and pathetic My hands are soft, my thighs milky and unclenched my lips barely touched Insomnia envelops me once more and I awake: this body is not ready

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I'm a shy and anxious soul often clumsy with my words I make pitiful mistakes I lack work ethic and confidence I'm easily steered, easy to break My clothes don't hang beautifully on me, I have no clarity or grace I'm embarrassing, ridiculous and often dull I shatter daily, fall in love with the idea of freedom yet crave solitude I cry easily avoid people I'm not breathtaking or magnificent, I don't stand out I rarely elicit charm or charisma I could trace each of our fleeting conversations back and correct every word that I've uttered, but I would annihilate myself before I hurt you even a little bit.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC

Inhibition

I'm a shy and anxious soul often clumsy with my words I make pitiful mistakes I lack work ethic and confidence I'm easily steered, easy to break My clothes don't hang beautifully on me, I have no clarity or grace I'm embarrassing, ridiculous and often dull I shatter daily, fall in love with the idea of freedom yet crave solitude I cry easily avoid people I'm not breathtaking or magnificent, I don't stand out I rarely elicit charm or charisma I could trace each of our fleeting conversations back and correct every word that I've uttered, but I would annihilate myself before I hurt you even a little bit.

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no sadness is beautiful nor poetic; free me from the awe of suicide. our skin is translucent, as one we flutter and fade - our time here is temporary

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC

Weary

no sadness is beautiful nor poetic; free me from the awe of suicide. our skin is translucent, as one we flutter and fade - our time here is temporary

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It's so easy to hang your head in shame, To apologise without sincerity. It's so easy to wither and crumple, To let self loathing eat away at you like blight. It's so easy to allow yourself to become nothing; something temporary. Simplicity is a requirement, we avoid all which attracts anarchy within us. We do not anticipate accidents, we do not anticipate those who clamber into our lives and shine with individuality and complexion - we fear those who possess difference. It reminds us of what we lack, or of what we are too afraid to expose to others. And I fell in love with a rose, when I am merely a dandelion. I write poems only to destroy them immediately; endless words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me. I wither, I crumple. I chose simplicity.

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Jul 14, 2013

Jul 14, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC

Flowers

It's so easy to hang your head in shame, To apologise without sincerity. It's so easy to wither and crumple, To let self loathing eat away at you like blight. It's so easy to allow yourself to become nothing; something temporary. Simplicity is a requirement, we avoid all which attracts anarchy within us. We do not anticipate accidents, we do not anticipate those who clamber into our lives and shine with individuality and complexion - we fear those who possess difference. It reminds us of what we lack, or of what we are too afraid to expose to others. And I fell in love with a rose, when I am merely a dandelion. I write poems only to destroy them immediately; endless words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me. I wither, I crumple. I chose simplicity.

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Eyes tightly shut, I count to a safe number and turn the switch On Off On Off On On? On is where my demons lie, where the obsessive counting , swallowing and numbers clutch at me. Where I see darkness even when my eyes are open, where being awake is no consolation. All my scars are exposed, my anxiety evaluated and my fear is exposed. Off? I'm no longer me. The material is ironed out, I fluctuate and bend. I am false. I make sounds which are not my own, forget myself. I forget to clutch at you. You're amongst my demons, often you are my demons. And there lie my choices, if choice even exists at all.

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC

Decision

Eyes tightly shut, I count to a safe number and turn the switch On Off On Off On On? On is where my demons lie, where the obsessive counting , swallowing and numbers clutch at me. Where I see darkness even when my eyes are open, where being awake is no consolation. All my scars are exposed, my anxiety evaluated and my fear is exposed. Off? I'm no longer me. The material is ironed out, I fluctuate and bend. I am false. I make sounds which are not my own, forget myself. I forget to clutch at you. You're amongst my demons, often you are my demons. And there lie my choices, if choice even exists at all.

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Take me away from here to a place where No - one knows us. I'll pay for your coffee when you forget your money. The only flat that we could afford Would be above a cafe with chipped White painted windowsills and cold stone floors. We'd hide under duvets eating toast and you'd Nestle against me; whispering in the darkness. Your feet would be icy and we'd Fall asleep to the sound of The rain. There's no - one else I'd rather be with, No other company I desire Besides yours. The others are false and faded, You are timeless to me. I'd read to you in the evenings and Steadily you'd unravel, Stop hiding. You'd kiss my forehead and Mend the cracks In my mind. We'd grow old together, you and I.

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC

Far away

Take me away from here to a place where No - one knows us. I'll pay for your coffee when you forget your money. The only flat that we could afford Would be above a cafe with chipped White painted windowsills and cold stone floors. We'd hide under duvets eating toast and you'd Nestle against me; whispering in the darkness. Your feet would be icy and we'd Fall asleep to the sound of The rain. There's no - one else I'd rather be with, No other company I desire Besides yours. The others are false and faded, You are timeless to me. I'd read to you in the evenings and Steadily you'd unravel, Stop hiding. You'd kiss my forehead and Mend the cracks In my mind. We'd grow old together, you and I.

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I like his voice, his laugh, the bravery that he unintentionally coaxes out of me. I like the shape of his mouth and the softness of his lips. I like the way that he walks; hands in his pockets and facing the floor. I like the length of his eyelashes and the freckle on his ear that I once mistook for a piercing. He is beautiful, so beautiful. But the words that tumble from him are twisted and cruel, He is not soft and golden like the hairs on the back of his neck that my fingertips know all too well. The butterflies in my stomach are trapped bats which tear up my insides when he smiles at me. I crave his outsides, as he craves mine. He filled a gap, and now it is time for him to leave.

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC

Lies

I like his voice, his laugh, the bravery that he unintentionally coaxes out of me. I like the shape of his mouth and the softness of his lips. I like the way that he walks; hands in his pockets and facing the floor. I like the length of his eyelashes and the freckle on his ear that I once mistook for a piercing. He is beautiful, so beautiful. But the words that tumble from him are twisted and cruel, He is not soft and golden like the hairs on the back of his neck that my fingertips know all too well. The butterflies in my stomach are trapped bats which tear up my insides when he smiles at me. I crave his outsides, as he craves mine. He filled a gap, and now it is time for him to leave.

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