lera-amelia-meloyan - Hello Poetry

Please be patient, And most kind, My trembling hands deceive – My quivering makes me seem – Ever so cowardly! Don’t believe the tremors, They can’t possibly tell my tale. But my pen refuses to bleed, It’s tired of sobbing for me. And at my door I find, Emotion most unkind! It detests me for - All that I’ve dismissed, Amassed and stored. Yet how can I reveal Words too near, too dear? Into what fountain would I pour The love I choose to ignore? Blank white pages – my beloved. They’ve become my only escape From Dire prison cages!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC

Refusal to Bleed

Please be patient, And most kind, My trembling hands deceive – My quivering makes me seem – Ever so cowardly! Don’t believe the tremors, They can’t possibly tell my tale. But my pen refuses to bleed, It’s tired of sobbing for me. And at my door I find, Emotion most unkind! It detests me for - All that I’ve dismissed, Amassed and stored. Yet how can I reveal Words too near, too dear? Into what fountain would I pour The love I choose to ignore? Blank white pages – my beloved. They’ve become my only escape From Dire prison cages!

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Bittersweet Seventeen, Ophelia drove me absent of fear, And chaotically - Led me to bridges most unclear. Embittered Eighteen, She exposed her lethal shrine, And recklessly – I sunk in her deathly design. By and by, I now exist with one dead eye.

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC

Ophelia's Fatal Reprisal

Bittersweet Seventeen, Ophelia drove me absent of fear, And chaotically - Led me to bridges most unclear. Embittered Eighteen, She exposed her lethal shrine, And recklessly – I sunk in her deathly design. By and by, I now exist with one dead eye.

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Society mourns bodies 6 feet deep, But I preserve My livid tears For Death That lives. Bodies that shift, Corpses that wheeze, While their souls Choke and thrash, Desperate to breathe.

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC

Seemingly Alive

Society mourns bodies 6 feet deep, But I preserve My livid tears For Death That lives. Bodies that shift, Corpses that wheeze, While their souls Choke and thrash, Desperate to breathe.

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It is fickle wealth that The Pauper sobs over, Screaming with fury At the fate he can’t alter. It is superfluous riches The Prince sighs over, Raging with hunger At his rival’s extra acre. Necks’ sore with constant strain, By each willful bend and break - They fail to see the sun’s rays And the gilded beauty of – Beauteous Bouquets.

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC

Mirror Imagery

It is fickle wealth that The Pauper sobs over, Screaming with fury At the fate he can’t alter. It is superfluous riches The Prince sighs over, Raging with hunger At his rival’s extra acre. Necks’ sore with constant strain, By each willful bend and break - They fail to see the sun’s rays And the gilded beauty of – Beauteous Bouquets.

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I am the seemingly blind That leads a sightless mind Into everlastingness. Kissing my eyes with deceit, She bows at my feet And regards me as – A muse most Sublime.

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC

Superficial Sight

I am the seemingly blind That leads a sightless mind Into everlastingness. Kissing my eyes with deceit, She bows at my feet And regards me as – A muse most Sublime.

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Please be patient, And most kind, My trembling hands deceive – My quivering makes me seem – Ever so cowardly! Don’t believe the tremors, They can’t possibly tell my tale. But my pen refuses to bleed, It’s tired of sobbing for me. And at my door I find, Emotion most unkind! It detests me for - All that I’ve dismissed, Amassed and stored. Yet how can I reveal Words too near, too dear? Into what fountain would I pour The love I choose to ignore? Blank white pages – my beloved. They’ve become my only escape From Dire prison cages!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC

Refusal to Bleed

Please be patient, And most kind, My trembling hands deceive – My quivering makes me seem – Ever so cowardly! Don’t believe the tremors, They can’t possibly tell my tale. But my pen refuses to bleed, It’s tired of sobbing for me. And at my door I find, Emotion most unkind! It detests me for - All that I’ve dismissed, Amassed and stored. Yet how can I reveal Words too near, too dear? Into what fountain would I pour The love I choose to ignore? Blank white pages – my beloved. They’ve become my only escape From Dire prison cages!

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Carve out a piece of my wit – Feed it to those homely dogs, Rob me of this golden grit – Hand it to Corpses vacant of tenacity, Deprive my soul of my fair Melody – Culpable feet do need aid in discovery, Drain the rosy hue from my lip – Pour it into a spirit more desolate, Employ each fraction of my Essence – So through Limitless Eyes, I shall become – Infinite!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC

Establishing Infinity

Carve out a piece of my wit – Feed it to those homely dogs, Rob me of this golden grit – Hand it to Corpses vacant of tenacity, Deprive my soul of my fair Melody – Culpable feet do need aid in discovery, Drain the rosy hue from my lip – Pour it into a spirit more desolate, Employ each fraction of my Essence – So through Limitless Eyes, I shall become – Infinite!

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Nostalgia crawls up my door, So I hide behind the entrance and Slit her throat with my dire retention. O, Sweet Liberty, Can I really be free? Now a buzzing in my ear, A perpetual ringing in my ear, Is that smirking ridicule I hear? I’m not permitted sovereignty ‘cause Cruel slavery ceaselessly quiets me – Always scoffing, forever mocking, Autonomy swallows my fuming misery And spikes it with bittersweet Reality. O, Sweet Liberty, I’ll never get to dance with thee!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC

An Eternal Servant

Nostalgia crawls up my door, So I hide behind the entrance and Slit her throat with my dire retention. O, Sweet Liberty, Can I really be free? Now a buzzing in my ear, A perpetual ringing in my ear, Is that smirking ridicule I hear? I’m not permitted sovereignty ‘cause Cruel slavery ceaselessly quiets me – Always scoffing, forever mocking, Autonomy swallows my fuming misery And spikes it with bittersweet Reality. O, Sweet Liberty, I’ll never get to dance with thee!

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In walks One, So it begins with Primal desire! On stumbles Two, And Heaven and Hell brutally conspire! Here comes Three, Bow down to the Holy Man! Standing in the corner is Four, My Love constantly alters his contour! Lying outstretched is Five, All his senses irrevocably combined! That precise symmetry is Six, What Luck his Lady must bring! The Sinister player is Seven, Deviously uniting mortality and divinity! Nose in the air is Eight, His Perfection won’t dare be disregarded! Out walks Nine, His destination distinctly Eternity! And here I stand, curiously observing the scene, Figuring life is nothing but Numerical Folly!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC

Numerical Folly

In walks One, So it begins with Primal desire! On stumbles Two, And Heaven and Hell brutally conspire! Here comes Three, Bow down to the Holy Man! Standing in the corner is Four, My Love constantly alters his contour! Lying outstretched is Five, All his senses irrevocably combined! That precise symmetry is Six, What Luck his Lady must bring! The Sinister player is Seven, Deviously uniting mortality and divinity! Nose in the air is Eight, His Perfection won’t dare be disregarded! Out walks Nine, His destination distinctly Eternity! And here I stand, curiously observing the scene, Figuring life is nothing but Numerical Folly!

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She sleeps intimately with envy, And while green haze fills the brim of her black lung, Words of devotion do drip from her false tongue. Feigning fallacious love for me, She doth be the daughter of Apate!

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC

The Daughter of Apate

She sleeps intimately with envy, And while green haze fills the brim of her black lung, Words of devotion do drip from her false tongue. Feigning fallacious love for me, She doth be the daughter of Apate!

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