emily-brien - Hello Poetry

I lose my mind in passing time Absorbed by every fleeting find Consumed by all the world outside; Must make room for truth to hide And coalesce into a ball of light Within an otherwise vapid night To suffer, flicker, falter, fight To struggle, 'till, with all its might, Truth bursts forth and blazons bright My eyes un-glaze and flash with sight And every evasion ever tried Is put to rest and laid aside And every thought is of the kind That leads to love and peace sublime.

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Feb 11, 2011

Feb 11, 2011 at 9:05 AM UTC

Rationale for Distraction

I lose my mind in passing time Absorbed by every fleeting find Consumed by all the world outside; Must make room for truth to hide And coalesce into a ball of light Within an otherwise vapid night To suffer, flicker, falter, fight To struggle, 'till, with all its might, Truth bursts forth and blazons bright My eyes un-glaze and flash with sight And every evasion ever tried Is put to rest and laid aside And every thought is of the kind That leads to love and peace sublime.

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Blinds become bars in the smallness of this room When out the window wait greens and blooms And all this drab decoration disguises my tomb. But when the blinds conceal a greyish gloom And frigid flurries threaten and loom I am happily trapped in my winter womb.

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Jan 24, 2011

Jan 24, 2011 at 6:21 AM UTC

View from Inside

Blinds become bars in the smallness of this room When out the window wait greens and blooms And all this drab decoration disguises my tomb. But when the blinds conceal a greyish gloom And frigid flurries threaten and loom I am happily trapped in my winter womb.

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Dear Imagination, There is a thing Deep inside my grey matter That lovingly tells stories To a very small, eager Child As she waits with Eyes turned inward To see the next picture Of the next scene Of a very long tale About herself And many other creatures Notwithstanding The scary, the gross, The inappropriate, The undesirable But certainly not without The lovely, the cheerful The apropos, The dearly needed And this thing Is not a thing at all But is you, Unformed one, Who dares to be The shapeless, Mysterious, And ridiculous Being That I have long been Too fearful to become.

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Jan 22, 2011

Jan 22, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC

To: My Imagination

Dear Imagination, There is a thing Deep inside my grey matter That lovingly tells stories To a very small, eager Child As she waits with Eyes turned inward To see the next picture Of the next scene Of a very long tale About herself And many other creatures Notwithstanding The scary, the gross, The inappropriate, The undesirable But certainly not without The lovely, the cheerful The apropos, The dearly needed And this thing Is not a thing at all But is you, Unformed one, Who dares to be The shapeless, Mysterious, And ridiculous Being That I have long been Too fearful to become.

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I can tell that in the morning I will miss you My arms will stretch, my lips will purse to kiss you When my groping hands seek but do not find you My tears will flood my eyes until they blind you.

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Jan 22, 2011

Jan 22, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC

In the Morning, When You're Gone

I can tell that in the morning I will miss you My arms will stretch, my lips will purse to kiss you When my groping hands seek but do not find you My tears will flood my eyes until they blind you.

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I like the colors in your eyes Like deepest wells and darkest skies I like the way your sparkle-splashed pupils Fade and flash and grow and shrink Deepen with the things you think Widen after every blink Confiding in that oily ink The truth you cannot say. I like the wrinkles in your face Wrought with rage and gilded grace I like the way they dance with emotion Pride and anger, joy and peace Caught in every carven crease Conforming to your soul's caprice Tension trying to release The truth you cannot say.

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Oct 15, 2010

Oct 15, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC

Making Conversation

I like the colors in your eyes Like deepest wells and darkest skies I like the way your sparkle-splashed pupils Fade and flash and grow and shrink Deepen with the things you think Widen after every blink Confiding in that oily ink The truth you cannot say. I like the wrinkles in your face Wrought with rage and gilded grace I like the way they dance with emotion Pride and anger, joy and peace Caught in every carven crease Conforming to your soul's caprice Tension trying to release The truth you cannot say.

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My mind, quiet Tomorrow, with a light heart, I'll go away To know the night My tooth inside Just wants the truth Wants to say, “Does suicide,” Breath, “Walk?” Sorrow lies like time And, crying, says, “There's my mind, quiet.”

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Oct 9, 2010

Oct 9, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC

"Words Used"

My mind, quiet Tomorrow, with a light heart, I'll go away To know the night My tooth inside Just wants the truth Wants to say, “Does suicide,” Breath, “Walk?” Sorrow lies like time And, crying, says, “There's my mind, quiet.”

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Staring at your teeth While you talk I see the white peak from yellowed roots The brownish blank that holds no tooth The brown-to-pink gradient of your overhanging lip The gap in the front through which your tongue's tip might fit I see the smile-stained corners flicked by foam The lecture-licked lining of your rows of brittle bones The wide and squinted opening that emits your sunny breath And the erratic, untrained movements of one who is native to French

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Aug 21, 2010

Aug 21, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC

Staring at your teeth while you talk

Staring at your teeth While you talk I see the white peak from yellowed roots The brownish blank that holds no tooth The brown-to-pink gradient of your overhanging lip The gap in the front through which your tongue's tip might fit I see the smile-stained corners flicked by foam The lecture-licked lining of your rows of brittle bones The wide and squinted opening that emits your sunny breath And the erratic, untrained movements of one who is native to French

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The moon and lamppost lead me on To lighted windows and blue neon Inside, buzzing freezers filled with trash Guide me to my gleaming stash. They flash, you know, as I walk by – Florescent figurines of this starry night As I reach high and shadow the beam The blades in my hand are mirroring me. My fading face in dull silver slats In sinister-seeming darkness cast What remorse might come from choices here Gives action pause and triggers fear. Am I the darkness in the night? Without me here, would there be light? Am I the reason for my pain? And the blades mere objects of this game? And every eve I walk the streets Beneath distant beams I'll never reach And while my eyes are locked on high I'll miss the light that burns inside. I seek a source of light so stark That I am doomed to stalk the dark A lonely trek, I'll never know That every human heart does glow.

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Aug 10, 2010

Aug 10, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC

Light Source

The moon and lamppost lead me on To lighted windows and blue neon Inside, buzzing freezers filled with trash Guide me to my gleaming stash. They flash, you know, as I walk by – Florescent figurines of this starry night As I reach high and shadow the beam The blades in my hand are mirroring me. My fading face in dull silver slats In sinister-seeming darkness cast What remorse might come from choices here Gives action pause and triggers fear. Am I the darkness in the night? Without me here, would there be light? Am I the reason for my pain? And the blades mere objects of this game? And every eve I walk the streets Beneath distant beams I'll never reach And while my eyes are locked on high I'll miss the light that burns inside. I seek a source of light so stark That I am doomed to stalk the dark A lonely trek, I'll never know That every human heart does glow.

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Drooping bows, Touch the ground, With time they grow, The willow’s woes. His downcast arms, Mean no harm, Just to say, “Keep away." "I will weep in wetted soil, Lest your pant legs become soiled, Keep away! Keep away!”

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Aug 10, 2010

Aug 10, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC

The Willow Tree

Drooping bows, Touch the ground, With time they grow, The willow’s woes. His downcast arms, Mean no harm, Just to say, “Keep away." "I will weep in wetted soil, Lest your pant legs become soiled, Keep away! Keep away!”

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I am one month from forever, Caps and gowns and then forever, One night from a breakdown, On my knees and now I’m face down. I am crawling towards tomorrow, Never now, always tomorrow, Reaching out toward the distance, Come so far, I’ll go the distance.

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Aug 10, 2010

Aug 10, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC

Almost There

I am one month from forever, Caps and gowns and then forever, One night from a breakdown, On my knees and now I’m face down. I am crawling towards tomorrow, Never now, always tomorrow, Reaching out toward the distance, Come so far, I’ll go the distance.

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