felicity_skies - Hello Poetry

He could only described her as a girl of everywhere and nowhere. She was clearly the light of the party, as she swayed her hips to the booming music and laughed foolishly with her friends. The trophy girlfriend to the promising quarterback with her classy style and lopsided grin that was nothing but cute. And she knew it too. She was never- could never- be oblivious to the eyes that followed her every move. But she didn't care either. Why should she? Everything she did was perfectly glorious, and when she slipped up, she laughed, throwing her head back and apologizing in between blushes. How could anybody hate that? He had seen her, one night, as he was driving home from the convenience store, in the 1 am blues with nothing to keep him company but a pack of ramen noodles. She was walking home with a flock of her friends, all of them high on each other and the cold night sky. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Her smiles filled up every shadow and raided every spare thought, but she was hardly any more than the girl every guy wanted, and the girl people wanted to be. She knew it herself- after high school she would be an nobody. A shining star could only last so long. In the depths of the night, after the giddy of it all wore away, she was just another girl, counting the days until it all went away.

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Jun 24, 2021

Jun 24, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC

Firelight

He could only described her as a girl of everywhere and nowhere. She was clearly the light of the party, as she swayed her hips to the booming music and laughed foolishly with her friends. The trophy girlfriend to the promising quarterback with her classy style and lopsided grin that was nothing but cute. And she knew it too. She was never- could never- be oblivious to the eyes that followed her every move. But she didn't care either. Why should she? Everything she did was perfectly glorious, and when she slipped up, she laughed, throwing her head back and apologizing in between blushes. How could anybody hate that? He had seen her, one night, as he was driving home from the convenience store, in the 1 am blues with nothing to keep him company but a pack of ramen noodles. She was walking home with a flock of her friends, all of them high on each other and the cold night sky. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Her smiles filled up every shadow and raided every spare thought, but she was hardly any more than the girl every guy wanted, and the girl people wanted to be. She knew it herself- after high school she would be an nobody. A shining star could only last so long. In the depths of the night, after the giddy of it all wore away, she was just another girl, counting the days until it all went away.

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Grab my hand and hold it tight Don't let go, my heart depends on you Let me treat you with the respect you deserve I trust you Do you trust me? 1 2 3 JUMP We'll fall into tomorrow together.

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Mar 11, 2021

Mar 11, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC

Into the Unknown

Grab my hand and hold it tight Don't let go, my heart depends on you Let me treat you with the respect you deserve I trust you Do you trust me? 1 2 3 JUMP We'll fall into tomorrow together.

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I am the stars, the mountain tops, the rivers, and bays. My hand touches yours even 3,000 miles away. I share the pains of ever dying stars and fading dream. I mourn the London hope that deems impossible. I come from a family too broken that I can't pinpoint where is all went wrong. My memory is too blurred to tell the beginning from the end. Your words were a trap that lured my too young body, my too naïve mind into a realm of darkness. Into a universe of supernovas and explosions. And yet still, I pity you. I fight for your name and defend the honor that shattered my own. My cosmos, my being, my will is not mine anymore, but a figment of your influence. When mother dear left me all alone with father, I was another girl living in a world not ready for her. I am a beautiful whirlwind or pain, hope, sorrow, and birth. I am a girl equally divided between the stars and scars.

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Mar 9, 2021

Mar 9, 2021 at 11:43 AM UTC

Girl of stars and scars

I am the stars, the mountain tops, the rivers, and bays. My hand touches yours even 3,000 miles away. I share the pains of ever dying stars and fading dream. I mourn the London hope that deems impossible. I come from a family too broken that I can't pinpoint where is all went wrong. My memory is too blurred to tell the beginning from the end. Your words were a trap that lured my too young body, my too naïve mind into a realm of darkness. Into a universe of supernovas and explosions. And yet still, I pity you. I fight for your name and defend the honor that shattered my own. My cosmos, my being, my will is not mine anymore, but a figment of your influence. When mother dear left me all alone with father, I was another girl living in a world not ready for her. I am a beautiful whirlwind or pain, hope, sorrow, and birth. I am a girl equally divided between the stars and scars.

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Your being is like an elephant in the room sitting in the dry air. Our conversations are spoken through the dead pauses and flailing topics. I'm trying. I really am. But I don't understand us. I don't understand the way your eyes flicker left to right when you're nervous, or how your fingers pull on the bottom of your pants when you're irritated. I can't understand the face that your laughter sounds like a million symphonies playing at the same time, or how your jokes fall flat. Not because they aren't funny, but because you want them to **** a mood. These past few months have been more liberating than I care to admit. I found my own routine in the disorder and I'm slowly rising to where I want to be. But it's like I've hit a brick wall with a door but no key. I am left breathless and confused after every day. I'm talking to the moon because nobody else is listening. Nobody else will ever understand me except me...and I want to keep it that way.

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Mar 8, 2021

Mar 8, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC

what goes up must come down

Your being is like an elephant in the room sitting in the dry air. Our conversations are spoken through the dead pauses and flailing topics. I'm trying. I really am. But I don't understand us. I don't understand the way your eyes flicker left to right when you're nervous, or how your fingers pull on the bottom of your pants when you're irritated. I can't understand the face that your laughter sounds like a million symphonies playing at the same time, or how your jokes fall flat. Not because they aren't funny, but because you want them to **** a mood. These past few months have been more liberating than I care to admit. I found my own routine in the disorder and I'm slowly rising to where I want to be. But it's like I've hit a brick wall with a door but no key. I am left breathless and confused after every day. I'm talking to the moon because nobody else is listening. Nobody else will ever understand me except me...and I want to keep it that way.

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I am born from one million dreams, a farmer, and a Laos flag- well, half of one anyways. I talk about London not only as a dream, but as a part of me that I can never achieve. Because it has been 3 years since I have seen your smiling face not within a memory...so it goes. My mother was a glowing ball of light in my life. If she was the sun, everyone is just a planet, revolving around her glow. And I'm a star, never measuring up to her beaming light. She was the sun, a sun that exploded into a million pieces, never to return again. I live in the New York City hustle. My nightlight is the traffic and my lullaby is Time Square mania. I feel like I'm constantly run over by the cars, a roadblock at every turn. Five more years Four more years I'm counting every. single. day. Another day closer to my London fantasy, to leaving my life in the ditch, to reinventing myself however I choose to be.

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC

Of you

I am born from one million dreams, a farmer, and a Laos flag- well, half of one anyways. I talk about London not only as a dream, but as a part of me that I can never achieve. Because it has been 3 years since I have seen your smiling face not within a memory...so it goes. My mother was a glowing ball of light in my life. If she was the sun, everyone is just a planet, revolving around her glow. And I'm a star, never measuring up to her beaming light. She was the sun, a sun that exploded into a million pieces, never to return again. I live in the New York City hustle. My nightlight is the traffic and my lullaby is Time Square mania. I feel like I'm constantly run over by the cars, a roadblock at every turn. Five more years Four more years I'm counting every. single. day. Another day closer to my London fantasy, to leaving my life in the ditch, to reinventing myself however I choose to be.

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Moon girl I catch light and throw it back to the universe trembling; falling as I once did now 17 years ago Energy within my core...I am filled with unpracticed elegance, a girl unafraid of pause Unafraid to bend and to rise My mind is restless, flying, soaring above the clouds My hair gleams of silver My heart of filth, blood, and terror I radiate passion: eyes a deep glorious boundless void Moon girl

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Mar 3, 2021

Mar 3, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC

Moon Girl

Moon girl I catch light and throw it back to the universe trembling; falling as I once did now 17 years ago Energy within my core...I am filled with unpracticed elegance, a girl unafraid of pause Unafraid to bend and to rise My mind is restless, flying, soaring above the clouds My hair gleams of silver My heart of filth, blood, and terror I radiate passion: eyes a deep glorious boundless void Moon girl

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My sister was a wildflower. She grew through the weeds into a pastel purples and blues and pinks. She was the happy child who was shielded from everything. The favorite. The loved. The wanted. She would laugh and laugh. And cry when we kissed her goodnight. She loves the sun- heck her name means sun- and playing hard. But that was a year ago. Now she's going through some phase that I can't comprehend. "I love you"...god when was the last time she said that to anybody? I see through her big blue eyes and her dry comments. I see her world become a cynical cell that nobody has the key to. I see her door being locked and her mouth twisted until I can't see her anymore. All that's left is this thin outline- a faint memory- of the vibrant little sister. And I am reminded that flowers also die.

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC

Wildflower

My sister was a wildflower. She grew through the weeds into a pastel purples and blues and pinks. She was the happy child who was shielded from everything. The favorite. The loved. The wanted. She would laugh and laugh. And cry when we kissed her goodnight. She loves the sun- heck her name means sun- and playing hard. But that was a year ago. Now she's going through some phase that I can't comprehend. "I love you"...god when was the last time she said that to anybody? I see through her big blue eyes and her dry comments. I see her world become a cynical cell that nobody has the key to. I see her door being locked and her mouth twisted until I can't see her anymore. All that's left is this thin outline- a faint memory- of the vibrant little sister. And I am reminded that flowers also die.

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I feel the weight lifting off of my shoulders and your face fading ever so slightly out of my mind It's been two weeks now since we were over and a week since our last texts "hey hru" "I'm good now :) u?" My friends made a 'get over him cake' It had raspberry frosting Your favorite berry I'm not over you, ofc but I'm almost there

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Feb 25, 2021

Feb 25, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC

Dear you,

I feel the weight lifting off of my shoulders and your face fading ever so slightly out of my mind It's been two weeks now since we were over and a week since our last texts "hey hru" "I'm good now :) u?" My friends made a 'get over him cake' It had raspberry frosting Your favorite berry I'm not over you, ofc but I'm almost there

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My dear, you are my sunflower facing the sun head on. My dear, your laugh is my medicine. I could stare at your smile all day long... if only you smiled more My dear, rooted to the crumbling dirt ground, save some yellow for yourself.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC

Sunflower

My dear, you are my sunflower facing the sun head on. My dear, your laugh is my medicine. I could stare at your smile all day long... if only you smiled more My dear, rooted to the crumbling dirt ground, save some yellow for yourself.

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The sun explodes into a thousand pieces and whispers thousands of impossible dreams into my ear. I hear your laugh in the traffic and see your eyes in the stoplight. All at once I am hit with a thousand memories of everything we were and everything we could be. Your messy hair in my comb and a picture of you is still framed. Frames mean permanence. At the party my eyes wander for your missing face at the party. I faintly feel your arm on my shoulder and lips on my forehead kissing me goodnight. The moon comes over me and I feel the cold run through my skin. There is lipstick on my teeth and my brain is foggy from last night. My head is pounding and foggy from last night. God, what happened last night? Did I do something stupid? You're gone and the car behind me has honked me for the third time now. My tiny blue civic lurches past main street and the lights reflect in the mirrors. I check the time on my phone. No messages, but thousands of updates on my feed. 2:54 a.m.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC

Another lonely night

The sun explodes into a thousand pieces and whispers thousands of impossible dreams into my ear. I hear your laugh in the traffic and see your eyes in the stoplight. All at once I am hit with a thousand memories of everything we were and everything we could be. Your messy hair in my comb and a picture of you is still framed. Frames mean permanence. At the party my eyes wander for your missing face at the party. I faintly feel your arm on my shoulder and lips on my forehead kissing me goodnight. The moon comes over me and I feel the cold run through my skin. There is lipstick on my teeth and my brain is foggy from last night. My head is pounding and foggy from last night. God, what happened last night? Did I do something stupid? You're gone and the car behind me has honked me for the third time now. My tiny blue civic lurches past main street and the lights reflect in the mirrors. I check the time on my phone. No messages, but thousands of updates on my feed. 2:54 a.m.

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