emilyhq - Hello Poetry

It hurts that I can't hold you, Tightly Caressingly lovingly you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls who aren't me never will be me you'll never love me I love you, you don't know that though lets keep it that way so when I cry myself to sleep I know I won't hold you accountable in my dreams

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC

I love you

It hurts that I can't hold you, Tightly Caressingly lovingly you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls who aren't me never will be me you'll never love me I love you, you don't know that though lets keep it that way so when I cry myself to sleep I know I won't hold you accountable in my dreams

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your mean words slur as they're  trickling out of your mouth  like a waterfall of wounding  locution from your sober thoughts  but your drunken actions  make me uneasy as you stand there  swiftly swaying like a  feather caught in the wind   at this very moment in time I think I hate you  your heart is no longer real  the blood flow that is long gone  is now diluted with cheap *****  the nasty habits you have gained  are slowly dissipating the oxygen  that now gently dribbles through your  inanimate lungs and pains your ****** liver   your sunken eyes are glossy  eyes that used to be bright blue  have lost there hue and converted to a dull gray   you may have sober thoughts  but you'll always have drunken actions

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC

Sober Thoughts

your mean words slur as they're  trickling out of your mouth  like a waterfall of wounding  locution from your sober thoughts  but your drunken actions  make me uneasy as you stand there  swiftly swaying like a  feather caught in the wind   at this very moment in time I think I hate you  your heart is no longer real  the blood flow that is long gone  is now diluted with cheap *****  the nasty habits you have gained  are slowly dissipating the oxygen  that now gently dribbles through your  inanimate lungs and pains your ****** liver   your sunken eyes are glossy  eyes that used to be bright blue  have lost there hue and converted to a dull gray   you may have sober thoughts  but you'll always have drunken actions

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Last night I took a moment to remember the stars I saw the subtle glow of your nature Sit atop the sky and float among the planets Seems as though you're friends with the sun but even better friends with the moon, You always looked good in moonlight I miss you I miss laying in the grass and admiring your lust, your wanderlust Thats one thing you had in common with the stars Last night I took a moment to remember you, and how you used to remember me.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC

The Stars & You

Last night I took a moment to remember the stars I saw the subtle glow of your nature Sit atop the sky and float among the planets Seems as though you're friends with the sun but even better friends with the moon, You always looked good in moonlight I miss you I miss laying in the grass and admiring your lust, your wanderlust Thats one thing you had in common with the stars Last night I took a moment to remember you, and how you used to remember me.

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I want to be kissed by a black angel Let death herself take me beyond the veil Let her sable wings conceal my inanimate body as she approaches me with open arms We'll fly through dimensions of breath taking scenery with the notion of me one day seeing the world She whispers, "What have you always wanted to be?" I tell her, "I just want to be a bird." Instead of being six feet under I'd rather be six feet up Wings that defy gravity as they glide across alluring orange skylines that are painted upon our universe I want my feathers embroidered in the constellations so that I too can be beautiful Sheltered nest protect me from my biggest insecurities Sturdy branches wrap me up like warm blankets pulling on the heartstrings of mother nature making her feel envious Leaping off splintered birch bark into spacious reality Drifting from unwanted complications hovering over graceful fields of solitude Hollow bones sit like broken rose petals so delicate in the nest but so strong in the wind I was kissed by a black angel Finally, I am free.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC

Beyond The Veil

I want to be kissed by a black angel Let death herself take me beyond the veil Let her sable wings conceal my inanimate body as she approaches me with open arms We'll fly through dimensions of breath taking scenery with the notion of me one day seeing the world She whispers, "What have you always wanted to be?" I tell her, "I just want to be a bird." Instead of being six feet under I'd rather be six feet up Wings that defy gravity as they glide across alluring orange skylines that are painted upon our universe I want my feathers embroidered in the constellations so that I too can be beautiful Sheltered nest protect me from my biggest insecurities Sturdy branches wrap me up like warm blankets pulling on the heartstrings of mother nature making her feel envious Leaping off splintered birch bark into spacious reality Drifting from unwanted complications hovering over graceful fields of solitude Hollow bones sit like broken rose petals so delicate in the nest but so strong in the wind I was kissed by a black angel Finally, I am free.

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I walk in the front door after not seeing you for nearly three months I see your eyes wander my body head to toe as if there was an expired inspection sticker plastered on my forehead One of the first things you ask me is, "Hows that diet going?" I could see it in your expression when I seriously say to you that I am a full figured woman and I'm proud You simply stared into my eyes letting me know that isn't a good thing. Once upon a time you thought I was beautiful When my skin was tightly stretched across my olive skin collarbones like a razors edge hip bones like a needles point In your eyes I was perfect My heart told me I was beautiful The mirror in my mind told me I was too big to be beautiful So here you are, knocking me down, piece by piece Telling me the same things my brain did. Saying that I should just stop eating Left trying to sew back the broken pieces of my self esteem with these dull needles. Your words replay in my mind like a broken record "I'm not even asking you to be skinny." Rolls off your tongue like poison in not only your mouth but your eyes when you look at me. Skinny, that word makes my bones jello and my skin crawl Skinny, the adjective that you so badly want me to be described as. Skinny, makes summer and laughing with boys a lot easier Skinny, would make eating less of a guilt thing and more of a survival thing Skinny is what you want me to be. Let me tell you that looking like a plastic make-believe children’s toy is not the definition of beautiful Just remember, Bones are for dogs, and meat is for men.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC

*Slam*

I walk in the front door after not seeing you for nearly three months I see your eyes wander my body head to toe as if there was an expired inspection sticker plastered on my forehead One of the first things you ask me is, "Hows that diet going?" I could see it in your expression when I seriously say to you that I am a full figured woman and I'm proud You simply stared into my eyes letting me know that isn't a good thing. Once upon a time you thought I was beautiful When my skin was tightly stretched across my olive skin collarbones like a razors edge hip bones like a needles point In your eyes I was perfect My heart told me I was beautiful The mirror in my mind told me I was too big to be beautiful So here you are, knocking me down, piece by piece Telling me the same things my brain did. Saying that I should just stop eating Left trying to sew back the broken pieces of my self esteem with these dull needles. Your words replay in my mind like a broken record "I'm not even asking you to be skinny." Rolls off your tongue like poison in not only your mouth but your eyes when you look at me. Skinny, that word makes my bones jello and my skin crawl Skinny, the adjective that you so badly want me to be described as. Skinny, makes summer and laughing with boys a lot easier Skinny, would make eating less of a guilt thing and more of a survival thing Skinny is what you want me to be. Let me tell you that looking like a plastic make-believe children’s toy is not the definition of beautiful Just remember, Bones are for dogs, and meat is for men.

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Nanu, I had a dream last night that you came back From being gone almost 3 years We embraced and I told you I missed you so much It was bittersweet, really. I had seen you, and then you disappeared. Like a shadow, when the sun decides to sleep. I could've slept eternally knowing I would've been with you; forever I remember when you were first diagnosed with lung cancer. You held a smooth stone and told me, "Emily this stone is going to heal me one day." You told me how it would make you better. I remember one thanksgiving you gave me a glass of your wine It was, bittersweet. Vinegary as it ate away my tastebuds Sweet like strawberries marinading in sugar, only.. Wine is made out of grapes... You taught me that. Its funny, you used to let me sit upon your lap when you mowed the lawn, it was my own mistake for crashing it into the fence. It was, bittersweet. I got to drive a lawn mower and you had to fix the fence. I look back to how happy you were on the sun porch in the summer heat, especially when lightening would strike the area around us, I'd hide my face in your tarnished sweater It was, bittersweet. This morning I stood in the snow Weeping as I stared at the sky, Then I remembered, you didn't disappear, you just went on vacation for awhile. It's bittersweet, really.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC

Bittersweet

Nanu, I had a dream last night that you came back From being gone almost 3 years We embraced and I told you I missed you so much It was bittersweet, really. I had seen you, and then you disappeared. Like a shadow, when the sun decides to sleep. I could've slept eternally knowing I would've been with you; forever I remember when you were first diagnosed with lung cancer. You held a smooth stone and told me, "Emily this stone is going to heal me one day." You told me how it would make you better. I remember one thanksgiving you gave me a glass of your wine It was, bittersweet. Vinegary as it ate away my tastebuds Sweet like strawberries marinading in sugar, only.. Wine is made out of grapes... You taught me that. Its funny, you used to let me sit upon your lap when you mowed the lawn, it was my own mistake for crashing it into the fence. It was, bittersweet. I got to drive a lawn mower and you had to fix the fence. I look back to how happy you were on the sun porch in the summer heat, especially when lightening would strike the area around us, I'd hide my face in your tarnished sweater It was, bittersweet. This morning I stood in the snow Weeping as I stared at the sky, Then I remembered, you didn't disappear, you just went on vacation for awhile. It's bittersweet, really.

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I want to be a poet I want to paint pictures in people minds Use my fingers as paintbrushes The palm of my hand my canvas I want to be able to trace my words with utensils of artistry Make tedious muddled letters become beautiful pieces that tumble off the tongue with ease and elegance - I've always wanted to be a poet Ever since I was younger I would create stories Let me make a memory of when I was just a little girl toppling over piles of crispy brass leaves that daddy raked in piles Dancing in the rain as it melted my insecurities away from my expanded existence - My mother told me I would make a good poet Look at my master piece mommy I used to place words upon words telling you that I loved you as much as down comforter kittens or saying you reminded me of pollen covered petals that disembark on my rose flushed cheeks - Look mommy I finally wrote you a poem But you can't read it because I don't need to to hear the wrath of your rage Terrifying roars flying out of your mouth as if I'm being being pushed off a rocky edge free falling from sandy ridges and broken dreams Fretting that you'll take it the wrong way but sometimes the wrong way is the right way to make it your way. But mommy I've decided I am a poet, my fingers my paintbrush& palms are my canvas.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC

Look Mommy

I want to be a poet I want to paint pictures in people minds Use my fingers as paintbrushes The palm of my hand my canvas I want to be able to trace my words with utensils of artistry Make tedious muddled letters become beautiful pieces that tumble off the tongue with ease and elegance - I've always wanted to be a poet Ever since I was younger I would create stories Let me make a memory of when I was just a little girl toppling over piles of crispy brass leaves that daddy raked in piles Dancing in the rain as it melted my insecurities away from my expanded existence - My mother told me I would make a good poet Look at my master piece mommy I used to place words upon words telling you that I loved you as much as down comforter kittens or saying you reminded me of pollen covered petals that disembark on my rose flushed cheeks - Look mommy I finally wrote you a poem But you can't read it because I don't need to to hear the wrath of your rage Terrifying roars flying out of your mouth as if I'm being being pushed off a rocky edge free falling from sandy ridges and broken dreams Fretting that you'll take it the wrong way but sometimes the wrong way is the right way to make it your way. But mommy I've decided I am a poet, my fingers my paintbrush& palms are my canvas.

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I sit by edge of the sea, Watching waves creep in between algae ridden rocks Hopping over shallow craters I watched the moon control the vastness of one colossal body I felt the strong undertow take my drifting self drowning me to a briny heaven because no more am I to float freely I have learned the lesson of existence. No one can be free, without a consequence. Not the moon, nor the sea.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC

Tides

I sit by edge of the sea, Watching waves creep in between algae ridden rocks Hopping over shallow craters I watched the moon control the vastness of one colossal body I felt the strong undertow take my drifting self drowning me to a briny heaven because no more am I to float freely I have learned the lesson of existence. No one can be free, without a consequence. Not the moon, nor the sea.

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