g-victoria-rose - Hello Poetry

A distant melody hums softly, sweetly in my head Chords like flowers on an ocean's wave A tune will put weary thoughts to rest But will leave lingering in nothing left Memories captured in restless frames Wavering under strings and plains Lightning cries a holistic mess Melancholia rains the same But in this song carries shadow A harmony of lilacs and ravens flow A bird swings softly, sweetly save An eternal clock sorrow ticking slow So the ocean's wave mellows under red When light fades and twilight grows La música de la vida draws its thread Humming softly, sweetly until death

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC

la música de la vida

A distant melody hums softly, sweetly in my head Chords like flowers on an ocean's wave A tune will put weary thoughts to rest But will leave lingering in nothing left Memories captured in restless frames Wavering under strings and plains Lightning cries a holistic mess Melancholia rains the same But in this song carries shadow A harmony of lilacs and ravens flow A bird swings softly, sweetly save An eternal clock sorrow ticking slow So the ocean's wave mellows under red When light fades and twilight grows La música de la vida draws its thread Humming softly, sweetly until death

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His voice is full of money. A masculine imitation of Daisy Buchanan, raised by southern rich folk who once might've migrated from somewhere up north. He was tall and fair, sophisticated but still youthful in the shadows of his speech. He appeared god-like, a prince heir to the throne of a cloud's eternity, towering over you like riches in the sky, full of untouchable beauty, just out of reach.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC

an excerpt of him

His voice is full of money. A masculine imitation of Daisy Buchanan, raised by southern rich folk who once might've migrated from somewhere up north. He was tall and fair, sophisticated but still youthful in the shadows of his speech. He appeared god-like, a prince heir to the throne of a cloud's eternity, towering over you like riches in the sky, full of untouchable beauty, just out of reach.

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A sudden rush A stone drops into the water The first lighting strikes A bud begins to open A drop of rain bends the leaf The last red on the horizon A cloud turns a wisp A wind sweeps the ground The moon disappears. The burn in my throat The ash on your tongue The first drop of cornering water The last hesitated sigh The last hello The first goodbye Day by day Night by night Still I fall Still I rise

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC

a sudden rush

A sudden rush A stone drops into the water The first lighting strikes A bud begins to open A drop of rain bends the leaf The last red on the horizon A cloud turns a wisp A wind sweeps the ground The moon disappears. The burn in my throat The ash on your tongue The first drop of cornering water The last hesitated sigh The last hello The first goodbye Day by day Night by night Still I fall Still I rise

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He has a tall stature, a muscular build, and holds a posture like a Greek god. His shoulders and jaw both perfectly squared. He has a profile that would inspire Michelangelo. A nose sculpted from clay, his eyes of arble, which reflect an ocean's light. A sharp-shaven chin and waves of silk on his head. Messy curls fall in place with a painter's still perfection, enframing complementary angles of his cheekbones. His gaze is gentle, but crystal. Eyes the color of teal water rising up on the shore. There is no doubt he was crafted in Heaven, but why does an Angel like him rest on such wretched ground.

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC

a human greek god

He has a tall stature, a muscular build, and holds a posture like a Greek god. His shoulders and jaw both perfectly squared. He has a profile that would inspire Michelangelo. A nose sculpted from clay, his eyes of arble, which reflect an ocean's light. A sharp-shaven chin and waves of silk on his head. Messy curls fall in place with a painter's still perfection, enframing complementary angles of his cheekbones. His gaze is gentle, but crystal. Eyes the color of teal water rising up on the shore. There is no doubt he was crafted in Heaven, but why does an Angel like him rest on such wretched ground.

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Only ever in dreams do I wrap my arms around you. I find myself scared of falling in love, of craving you every second of every day, of needing you, of becoming addicted to you. I am scared of missing you more than I can handle, of losing you, and losing myself in you. This is the year I said "I love you" with blood between my teeth. The same year I wrote more poetry than I could swallow, all in an attempt to sort chaotic thoughts. I cut my hair without notice, purposefully uneven, "a cry for help." I drank my own words to full up all the "okays" and empty "goodbyes." This is the year I lost too much sleep, and my hands began to look like they belonged to someone else. The stars glued to my ceiling faded out, and I brought a fake smile to a gun fight. I've got some nervous habits but you are by far the worst one. You painted daisies on my wrists and planted roses inside each ribcage and then you told me that you don't like flowers because they die too fast. You are an ocean but secrets don't float and I had to drown to get to your soul, but you didn't save me when I tired and forgot how to swim and now my lungs are burning and my lips are too blue to say that I miss you I wanted you from the second I saw you and so many people will think that's sweet but honestly I don't know how much longer I can live in the dust kicked up by your cold feet ***** burns my throat but your name haunts my head so I would rather blackout with a promising hangover than stare blankly at my hands trying to forget what it was like to touch you. Sometimes, I wake up at four in the morning and still taste smoke in the back of my throat. I swear to god, you're still burning somewhere inside me.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC

***** burns in dreams, a collection

Only ever in dreams do I wrap my arms around you. I find myself scared of falling in love, of craving you every second of every day, of needing you, of becoming addicted to you. I am scared of missing you more than I can handle, of losing you, and losing myself in you. This is the year I said "I love you" with blood between my teeth. The same year I wrote more poetry than I could swallow, all in an attempt to sort chaotic thoughts. I cut my hair without notice, purposefully uneven, "a cry for help." I drank my own words to full up all the "okays" and empty "goodbyes." This is the year I lost too much sleep, and my hands began to look like they belonged to someone else. The stars glued to my ceiling faded out, and I brought a fake smile to a gun fight. I've got some nervous habits but you are by far the worst one. You painted daisies on my wrists and planted roses inside each ribcage and then you told me that you don't like flowers because they die too fast. You are an ocean but secrets don't float and I had to drown to get to your soul, but you didn't save me when I tired and forgot how to swim and now my lungs are burning and my lips are too blue to say that I miss you I wanted you from the second I saw you and so many people will think that's sweet but honestly I don't know how much longer I can live in the dust kicked up by your cold feet ***** burns my throat but your name haunts my head so I would rather blackout with a promising hangover than stare blankly at my hands trying to forget what it was like to touch you. Sometimes, I wake up at four in the morning and still taste smoke in the back of my throat. I swear to god, you're still burning somewhere inside me.

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Time travels in our heads As restless winds about Dangerous thoughts wither within As breezes calm without

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC

within, without

Time travels in our heads As restless winds about Dangerous thoughts wither within As breezes calm without

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In an airplane on a rainy Tuesday night, you were sitting next to me I was wearing ripped up tights and stolen jewelry You took my hand and leaned into me, I saw a lady walk by She had dark lipstick and green smokey eyes She was walking fast with her high heeled shoes, slipping off a ring She threw it down and I heard her say, "I'll never miss a thing." "Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seats," I run my fingers through your hair, blonde, silk, and soft I hear the boy behind me, breathing hard, trembling knees I said "Honey, lean back and close your eyes, listen to the machine sing." You were falling asleep, I watched the city streets diminish as we flew into the darkening sky and mesmerizing lights The city was my kingdom and the clouds were my throne I can be your queen, we'll rule heaven till it falls Soaring grey machines and ocean's eyes, to the gods' great home Open up the gates and you can save us all Listen to the machines sing The sky will set you free

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC

airplane

In an airplane on a rainy Tuesday night, you were sitting next to me I was wearing ripped up tights and stolen jewelry You took my hand and leaned into me, I saw a lady walk by She had dark lipstick and green smokey eyes She was walking fast with her high heeled shoes, slipping off a ring She threw it down and I heard her say, "I'll never miss a thing." "Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seats," I run my fingers through your hair, blonde, silk, and soft I hear the boy behind me, breathing hard, trembling knees I said "Honey, lean back and close your eyes, listen to the machine sing." You were falling asleep, I watched the city streets diminish as we flew into the darkening sky and mesmerizing lights The city was my kingdom and the clouds were my throne I can be your queen, we'll rule heaven till it falls Soaring grey machines and ocean's eyes, to the gods' great home Open up the gates and you can save us all Listen to the machines sing The sky will set you free

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Sometimes when the moon hangs low in the sky, I am reminded of a night between you and I The clouds were smoke and she caused the flame When you brushed my cheek and whispered my name I played with your hair as you stared in my eyes You told me a secret for the very first time I'll never forget, walking through the trees, You kissed me so gently on that lovely Hallow's Eve

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC

hallow's eve

Sometimes when the moon hangs low in the sky, I am reminded of a night between you and I The clouds were smoke and she caused the flame When you brushed my cheek and whispered my name I played with your hair as you stared in my eyes You told me a secret for the very first time I'll never forget, walking through the trees, You kissed me so gently on that lovely Hallow's Eve

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He had eyes that held the wonders of the world. Green for the forests, in which he loved to lay. The deeper you go, the darker it stays. Green for the hanging gardens, his eyes hung me. Babylonian treasures that caught me off my feet. Brown for the pyramids, canyons, and statues of gold. Like a god he walks and sits on his self-created throne. Blue for the rivers, mountains, and lakes. He'd travel the world by plane, boat, and fate. Blue for the Victoria Falls, the smoke that thunders, and just like my name, I dragged him under.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC

wonders

He had eyes that held the wonders of the world. Green for the forests, in which he loved to lay. The deeper you go, the darker it stays. Green for the hanging gardens, his eyes hung me. Babylonian treasures that caught me off my feet. Brown for the pyramids, canyons, and statues of gold. Like a god he walks and sits on his self-created throne. Blue for the rivers, mountains, and lakes. He'd travel the world by plane, boat, and fate. Blue for the Victoria Falls, the smoke that thunders, and just like my name, I dragged him under.

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Staring at the full moon thinking of a time when our love was new, tender hugs and shy kisses, wide awake dreaming of you. Staring at the half-lit moon, I surrendered my heart too soon, knowing it was destined to lose, nothing could hold me back from you. Staring at the quarter moon, I'm thinking of a day back in June, you sung to me in off-key tunes, I whispered back in beats of two. Staring at the blackened moon, I'm wide awake remembering you, with saddened eyes and guilty lies, my tongue is blue and so are you.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC

phases of the moon

Staring at the full moon thinking of a time when our love was new, tender hugs and shy kisses, wide awake dreaming of you. Staring at the half-lit moon, I surrendered my heart too soon, knowing it was destined to lose, nothing could hold me back from you. Staring at the quarter moon, I'm thinking of a day back in June, you sung to me in off-key tunes, I whispered back in beats of two. Staring at the blackened moon, I'm wide awake remembering you, with saddened eyes and guilty lies, my tongue is blue and so are you.

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