enya-costa - Hello Poetry

Contently curled fingers and toes On pale gooseflesh limbs gone still, Across each other and a downy blanket It was held, but it came willingly. Outside, frozen wintry branches peacefully slumbering, fallen in a drift of snow. Patiently awaiting spring to rot to soil on soil. Inside, dust motes wandering lazily in swathes of sunlight by the millions and billions A scale model of celestial bodies orbiting and being orbited endlessly. Pinpricks representing the possibilities seemingly spread before us In reality, mocking the obvious and inevitable single result. A soft sigh, a low murmur returned I want to remember this because I know it will end And the snow melted and the lilacs fragrantly erupted And limbs and fingers and toes kept too warm alone And all was movement and noise and And the air carried the scent of time like a warning And pollen held a vice grip on nostrils and lungs and eyes and brains and By one it was released, from the other it escaped But don’t you remember? And it did end.

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC

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Contently curled fingers and toes On pale gooseflesh limbs gone still, Across each other and a downy blanket It was held, but it came willingly. Outside, frozen wintry branches peacefully slumbering, fallen in a drift of snow. Patiently awaiting spring to rot to soil on soil. Inside, dust motes wandering lazily in swathes of sunlight by the millions and billions A scale model of celestial bodies orbiting and being orbited endlessly. Pinpricks representing the possibilities seemingly spread before us In reality, mocking the obvious and inevitable single result. A soft sigh, a low murmur returned I want to remember this because I know it will end And the snow melted and the lilacs fragrantly erupted And limbs and fingers and toes kept too warm alone And all was movement and noise and And the air carried the scent of time like a warning And pollen held a vice grip on nostrils and lungs and eyes and brains and By one it was released, from the other it escaped But don’t you remember? And it did end.

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We will be separated So soon So soon So soon No matter what We do So just keep smiling So sadly At me. Because So soon Everything Will be over And you'll be An old, old story That brings a lump in my throat So soon.

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC

So Soon

We will be separated So soon So soon So soon No matter what We do So just keep smiling So sadly At me. Because So soon Everything Will be over And you'll be An old, old story That brings a lump in my throat So soon.

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I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC

Senior

I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.

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I was alone Before you found me I saw no good I was a cynic A hatred of love burned in me I was of the shunned I saw no one to love And no saw me to love I trudged on As the terrain grew more desolate As deserts and mountains of ice closed me in As I gave up I was rescued From darkness I was rescued by the light My cynicism Replaced by optimism My longing Found love Found you

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Feb 28, 2013

Feb 28, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC

Alone No More

I was alone Before you found me I saw no good I was a cynic A hatred of love burned in me I was of the shunned I saw no one to love And no saw me to love I trudged on As the terrain grew more desolate As deserts and mountains of ice closed me in As I gave up I was rescued From darkness I was rescued by the light My cynicism Replaced by optimism My longing Found love Found you

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My dear you are testimony And all are witness To the perfection that nature can produce You are the lone rose Whose beauty triumphs over all of its kind You are a graceful hawk Whose elegant flight is perfection You are a gentle whale Whose calm puts all at peace My love you are the elegant spider Whose beautiful web has caught my heart

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Feb 28, 2013

Feb 28, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC

My Dear

My dear you are testimony And all are witness To the perfection that nature can produce You are the lone rose Whose beauty triumphs over all of its kind You are a graceful hawk Whose elegant flight is perfection You are a gentle whale Whose calm puts all at peace My love you are the elegant spider Whose beautiful web has caught my heart

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Smooth skin The quiet sound of light breathing The warmth The press of your body on mine Your arms around me Hands on my chest Stroking my neck My face Your fingers running through my hair Slowly Slowly Gently My eyes closed Not tired enough to sleep But safe enough to try Your closeness Feeling your every movement Your gentle shifting Your examining eye Pondering over me Your brooding mind thinking Quietly Peacefully No safer place No better place Than in your arms

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Feb 26, 2013

Feb 26, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC

In Your Arms

Smooth skin The quiet sound of light breathing The warmth The press of your body on mine Your arms around me Hands on my chest Stroking my neck My face Your fingers running through my hair Slowly Slowly Gently My eyes closed Not tired enough to sleep But safe enough to try Your closeness Feeling your every movement Your gentle shifting Your examining eye Pondering over me Your brooding mind thinking Quietly Peacefully No safer place No better place Than in your arms

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Old stale black licorice Crushed with a rolling pin Ground into a minuscule mountain of ash On the kitchen counter And the tears rolled down my cheeks to wet the ashes But all remained still in the cold, lonely kitchen Nothing Was born again And again forever

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Feb 10, 2013

Feb 10, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC

Deadweight Loneliness

Old stale black licorice Crushed with a rolling pin Ground into a minuscule mountain of ash On the kitchen counter And the tears rolled down my cheeks to wet the ashes But all remained still in the cold, lonely kitchen Nothing Was born again And again forever

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I cut my hair just to see if it would grow back. It was long, thick, and somewhere between Light brown and strawberry blonde. I hung my head upside down And ran my fingers through the eighteen inches Of snigs and snags and knots For the final time. It wasn't silky. It wasn't particularly soft. I gathered it into a ponytail And Chop, chop, chop Thousands of tiny hairs cried out And tumbled to the floor en masse. I shook my head about Flinging my shorter hairs into my eyes. I glowed with the feeling of liberation While I shivered from the cold on my bare neck So I stared at the fallen golden rope Part gleefully, part mournfully And I waited, Warily and giddily and wonderingly, For my hair to grow back. I tell you this, not to explain That old photo of me where I look like a boy, But so that you can understand that If one day I decide to push you away, I'll only be waiting.

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Jan 14, 2013

Jan 14, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC

I'll Only Be Waiting

I cut my hair just to see if it would grow back. It was long, thick, and somewhere between Light brown and strawberry blonde. I hung my head upside down And ran my fingers through the eighteen inches Of snigs and snags and knots For the final time. It wasn't silky. It wasn't particularly soft. I gathered it into a ponytail And Chop, chop, chop Thousands of tiny hairs cried out And tumbled to the floor en masse. I shook my head about Flinging my shorter hairs into my eyes. I glowed with the feeling of liberation While I shivered from the cold on my bare neck So I stared at the fallen golden rope Part gleefully, part mournfully And I waited, Warily and giddily and wonderingly, For my hair to grow back. I tell you this, not to explain That old photo of me where I look like a boy, But so that you can understand that If one day I decide to push you away, I'll only be waiting.

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Broken time watches warily Godless granite-hard cruel Unrelenting Crooked finger shall give Abundance of clever foggy portraits Vaguely quick spun words Just words Hopeless downcast downtrodden Shifting swimming eyes Thrown scattered shot Up Careless siege of swill Scarlet shiny garish Plucked and fussed and Cosseted Gone gone gone Vanished brashly veiled Never more

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Dec 31, 2012

Dec 31, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC

Contemplative

Broken time watches warily Godless granite-hard cruel Unrelenting Crooked finger shall give Abundance of clever foggy portraits Vaguely quick spun words Just words Hopeless downcast downtrodden Shifting swimming eyes Thrown scattered shot Up Careless siege of swill Scarlet shiny garish Plucked and fussed and Cosseted Gone gone gone Vanished brashly veiled Never more

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Holder of my heart Though perhaps one day we shall part Today we are together Though one day there will be mountains Insurmountable obstacles to overcome Today we hold each other One day Perhaps one day soon There will be a biting cold At this moment there is warmth And tenderness So seek warmth in my embrace And I in yours We will keep out the cold together

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Dec 31, 2012

Dec 31, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC

My Dearest

Holder of my heart Though perhaps one day we shall part Today we are together Though one day there will be mountains Insurmountable obstacles to overcome Today we hold each other One day Perhaps one day soon There will be a biting cold At this moment there is warmth And tenderness So seek warmth in my embrace And I in yours We will keep out the cold together

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