flor-boetsch - Hello Poetry

I´m back in this silly town, where everything reminds me of you. All these songs only get me down as they bring little glimpses of you. But if you only knew how you take my inspiration away, just like my self love runs dry, and how many nights my dreams carry your face; you would surely think I´m mad, cause I´m missing someone who´s never been mine.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC

Stuck in my head

I´m back in this silly town, where everything reminds me of you. All these songs only get me down as they bring little glimpses of you. But if you only knew how you take my inspiration away, just like my self love runs dry, and how many nights my dreams carry your face; you would surely think I´m mad, cause I´m missing someone who´s never been mine.

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He was all shades of blue and gold, like the depths of the sea and the sun rays that light up every day. I was all greyish hues of brown, like the abundant and common dirt. He brought up aquatic creatures and the most breathtaking rainbows, while I was meant to stain and spoil. Nevertheless, someday I realised that differet perspectives were what I needed to find. The sun could burn as much as the ocean could drown, while the dirt could also be the seed´s cozy home. Those seeds that, being burried in the warm brown dirt, showering in the blue water and staring at the bright sun; would soon raise as a strong sunflower.

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC

Blue, gold and brown

He was all shades of blue and gold, like the depths of the sea and the sun rays that light up every day. I was all greyish hues of brown, like the abundant and common dirt. He brought up aquatic creatures and the most breathtaking rainbows, while I was meant to stain and spoil. Nevertheless, someday I realised that differet perspectives were what I needed to find. The sun could burn as much as the ocean could drown, while the dirt could also be the seed´s cozy home. Those seeds that, being burried in the warm brown dirt, showering in the blue water and staring at the bright sun; would soon raise as a strong sunflower.

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I´m so thankful to God, I got the chance to meet your beautiful eyes, I´m so thankful to God, As you fit all my heart desires, I just can not thank God enough, Because it seems like you are my other half. You used to look untouchable to me, like a bright star in the dark night, but somehow you turn to be finally in my reach.

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC

Thankful

I´m so thankful to God, I got the chance to meet your beautiful eyes, I´m so thankful to God, As you fit all my heart desires, I just can not thank God enough, Because it seems like you are my other half. You used to look untouchable to me, like a bright star in the dark night, but somehow you turn to be finally in my reach.

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The pass of the time, a simple excuse that pretended to manifest an evolution, freed her conscience from the embarrassment she had felt for her own naive past-self.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC

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The pass of the time, a simple excuse that pretended to manifest an evolution, freed her conscience from the embarrassment she had felt for her own naive past-self.

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She exclaimed an internal squeak, feeling like nervous wreck, surrounded by the tainted air from the class of the juveniles

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC

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She exclaimed an internal squeak, feeling like nervous wreck, surrounded by the tainted air from the class of the juveniles

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I see you walk through the room my heart like a cocoon, blooms. I heard you talk about the things you love and cant help to think that we both fit together like puzzle parts. But then I find the hole on my path, the dragon that protects the tower, the darkness that fills my room. Its that, no matter how similar we are, how perfect I think we could be, when shyness comes in the distance grow further until you cant see me. I'm just a point in the horizon.

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Nov 8, 2015

Nov 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC

Shyness

I see you walk through the room my heart like a cocoon, blooms. I heard you talk about the things you love and cant help to think that we both fit together like puzzle parts. But then I find the hole on my path, the dragon that protects the tower, the darkness that fills my room. Its that, no matter how similar we are, how perfect I think we could be, when shyness comes in the distance grow further until you cant see me. I'm just a point in the horizon.

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Strangers creep and float through the streets Spirits filled with experiences Weighted by regrets Or elevated by happiness Each one with a past, They are close, but their thought seem afar There´s one who catches your eye Her hair is badly dyed, Many would take time to criticize But maybe something happened one day Hopeful at the saloon for a change When a call about a soul ´s demise Took her out of the place Forgetting about everything else Not prepared for a loss A mom dying with no cause Who would stop to think about hair? Would you see her in the same way again? Now that you´ve opened your brain, Now that you´ve dared to wonder? Maybe presently, the deep blue curls Match better with the sense She might have felt that cold and dismal day Maybe she should change to a red Strong scarlet implying the anger The feels she may get at night Expecting mom back when she just won’t. But I might be wrong, *My mind can have floated way too far Trying to answer something I will never know The history of the unknown.* Maybe I am just wrong with my guess And she just has the worst tincture taste.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

History of the Unknown

Strangers creep and float through the streets Spirits filled with experiences Weighted by regrets Or elevated by happiness Each one with a past, They are close, but their thought seem afar There´s one who catches your eye Her hair is badly dyed, Many would take time to criticize But maybe something happened one day Hopeful at the saloon for a change When a call about a soul ´s demise Took her out of the place Forgetting about everything else Not prepared for a loss A mom dying with no cause Who would stop to think about hair? Would you see her in the same way again? Now that you´ve opened your brain, Now that you´ve dared to wonder? Maybe presently, the deep blue curls Match better with the sense She might have felt that cold and dismal day Maybe she should change to a red Strong scarlet implying the anger The feels she may get at night Expecting mom back when she just won’t. But I might be wrong, *My mind can have floated way too far Trying to answer something I will never know The history of the unknown.* Maybe I am just wrong with my guess And she just has the worst tincture taste.

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Loneliness is like a shadow. It is always chasing us until we are weak enough to sink in it. Some people get covered by it while they are alone, while nobody can reach them. But others, the most desperate ones, dissolve in it even when accompanied. In a matter of seconds a lonely can become darkness and blend in the multitude. This feeling of belonging to somewhere else is a constant in the hearts of the unfortunate. How many shadows can you find in a crowded room? Are you sure you are not one?

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC

Loneliness

Loneliness is like a shadow. It is always chasing us until we are weak enough to sink in it. Some people get covered by it while they are alone, while nobody can reach them. But others, the most desperate ones, dissolve in it even when accompanied. In a matter of seconds a lonely can become darkness and blend in the multitude. This feeling of belonging to somewhere else is a constant in the hearts of the unfortunate. How many shadows can you find in a crowded room? Are you sure you are not one?

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Let´s go look for flowers at night. Let´s get lost in the dark. Let our worries, past and sorrow float to the stars to set us free. Meanwhile, we run through the fields, searching for something we will never find. But hell, ¡we truly are having the time of our lives!

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC

Flowers at night

Let´s go look for flowers at night. Let´s get lost in the dark. Let our worries, past and sorrow float to the stars to set us free. Meanwhile, we run through the fields, searching for something we will never find. But hell, ¡we truly are having the time of our lives!

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