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madeleine-wolf
madeleine-wolf
25/F I am a compassionate and passionate person. I feel emotions deeply and love others the same way. Writing poetry is my best hobby, and it has truly saved my life in some ways.
You look... Amazing... Why do I see you In this lustrous way? Why do I lie To myself and others About my feelings, Urges, and tension? All I can do Is sit. Breathe in and out. As I look across The path that separates us, I feel a spark. Maybe it was sent From above. When our eyes meet, I gaze deeply into yours. I can’t even speak. You are gorgeous. Let me digest Your delicious features, And handsome looks. You look at me, And blush. You understand My expression. Maybe... You feel... Something, too? We gaze at each other, Falling into a Gray haze Of friendly intention. A sort of... Heat, Not to mention. I can feel your fire, Burning inside your heart, Mind, and soul. At least, That is what My heart Has told Me. You look away, As that flame flickers, Giving you Some curious jitters. Why do we have To play this game? A game of interesting looks, Dealt with cards In the suit of hearts. I want to look At you, and in your Eyes... As I recite a poetic phrase. One that may convey My message. I can’t tell you this, though. I wish that wasn’t so. I am only human. So I will imagine. I will think of you, And in my mind, Silently gaze. Let me gaze. Let me look. Seeing you Is all it took.
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
A Gaze (Let Me Look)
That one night, Where we both Took a chance, Was fantastic. We literally danced In the ******* rain. That one night, You said you cared, But wouldn’t dare Get too close to me. I felt nervous, But I stayed flirtatious. You took me In your strong arms, And found your way Inside my body. You literally parted My mouth with your lips. You said, “Let me teach you How to kiss.” We laid down In a content bliss. We literally Cried out in ecstasy. Now, you tell me You don’t think I can Handle being just friends. This is where our story ends. Now, this is where My whole world spins, And nobody here Truly wins. Well, to be Completely honest, You broke my heart. You said your Cutting remark, And now I am left alone To walk that trail in the dark. I thought we could be friends. Why does our friendship Need to end Like this? And why the **** Am I always the one Whose heart is left to bleed out Through the cuts Done by that friendly blade? I want to cry, Maybe even die. Maybe leaving this world Would be best for everyone. If that is what you want, I will say a final goodbye. My heart is left alone To be in a lonely, Broken, hurt State. My heart is broken For the very last time. I won’t let it happen again. This action I have planned. Premeditated. Will make sure of it.
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Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Heart Left To Break (Heartbroken)
I have a condition Where I put All my heart Into everything And everyone. I talk to you. Saying things I should not, And expressing My feelings. I have a need To show All my heart And compassion To the people I meet. When I lay in bed, Late at night, My heart feels an energy And passion Only for you. I have a feeling In all of my heart. It is one of lust. Lust and trust. Help me, now. Some people Hide their emotions, And feelings. I’m the opposite. I wear them on my sleeves. I have a condition Where I put All my heart Into everything And everyone.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
All My Heart
Something doesn’t Feel right. I thought there were People here. I can’t stop This feeling of fear. I walk down The long Deserted pathways. “You’re never alone,” He always says. I feel off. I wish there Was a sign. A whistle, Or a slight cough. I feel all alone In this building. I want to scream. The noise would Echo up To the ceiling. Where did they go? I really don’t know. They have abandoned This place. I need to see A familiar face. Just one person Would do. Their presence Would help me See it through. One thing Is for sure. I am all alone. I feel ice cold, Like a stone. All alone...
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
All Alone
The pain that you feel Demands to be felt. Endure it, And you will be held. Don’t deny the heartache That you feel deep inside. Let yourself feel, hurt, and break. It is real, not fake. If you think it is too hard, Bend gently, and ask for help. Not doing so Will leave you empty. Forget the past, And focus on the present. Let it ring in the future It will be bright, for sure. The pain will always be there. Like a friend with a care. Hold it close before it’s gone, And sing your lonely song. If you let yourself Feel the pain, You will be able To feel joy fully, And your emotion won’t go in vain.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Pain
I wake up Feeling dizzy And unsure. What did I do Last night When I saw you? I remember music Loud and raucous. I saw you across the room Dancing to the beat and tune. I get out of bed And notice a mark That was left behind By someone who was unkind. Was it him that brought me The tonic and gin? I remember a moment, Walking towards you, Avoiding eye contact And trying to get through. I pour myself coffee, And put on my glasses So I can see. A little sugar and milk maybe? My mind is in a fog, And life seems hazy. I remember you Meeting my gaze And trying not to Crack a smile. I drink my cup, Realizing what I drank The night before. It made me fall to the floor. My head and heart were broken When you walked to her door. I remember when You danced towards me, Making the same face You made at me when we met. I brush my teeth, As I try not to gag At the thought of what I might have done Caught up in the fun Made when the night was young. I remember reaching Out my hand to you. You took it Without hesitating. I get dressed And brush on Lip liner and mascara, Wondering what I will say To the girl you left, The date you parted from at the table. I remember talking To her earlier In the afternoon, Saying I will see her soon. I look in the mirror And notice a new bruise On my neck. It is one you made When you knew You had nothing to lose. I remember promising To myself on my drive On the route to the party That I wouldn’t slip... And fall prey to your presence. But the drink was so good. And the music? It made me sick. I knew it was wrong, But it felt so right. All signs pointed to yes. I let you in without a fight. I lost myself, As I lost my sense of sight. What will I say When I see you today? Will it feel natural? The dynamic, I mean. Will you smile at me, And not create a scene? All I can do Is blame myself And my thoughtless actions. It was the drink that did it, And now nothing seems to fit.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
The Drink
I wake up Feeling dizzy And unsure. What did I do Last night When I saw you? I remember music Loud and raucous. I saw you across the room Dancing to the beat and tune. I get out of bed And notice a mark That was left behind By someone who was unkind. Was it him that brought me The tonic and gin? I remember a moment, Walking towards you, Avoiding eye contact And trying to get through. I pour myself coffee, And put on my glasses So I can see. A little sugar and milk maybe? My mind is in a fog, And life seems hazy. I remember you Meeting my gaze And trying not to Crack a smile. I drink my cup, Realizing what I drank The night before. It made me fall to the floor. My head and heart were broken When you walked to her door. I remember when You danced towards me, Making the same face You made at me when we met. I brush my teeth, As I try not to gag At the thought of what I might have done Caught up in the fun Made when the night was young. I remember reaching Out my hand to you. You took it Without hesitating. I get dressed And brush on Lip liner and mascara, Wondering what I will say To the girl you left, The date you parted from at the table. I remember talking To her earlier In the afternoon, Saying I will see her soon. I look in the mirror And notice a new bruise On my neck. It is one you made When you knew You had nothing to lose. I remember promising To myself on my drive On the route to the party That I wouldn’t slip... And fall prey to your presence. But the drink was so good. And the music? It made me sick. I knew it was wrong, But it felt so right. All signs pointed to yes. I let you in without a fight. I lost myself, As I lost my sense of sight. What will I say When I see you today? Will it feel natural? The dynamic, I mean. Will you smile at me, And not create a scene? All I can do Is blame myself And my thoughtless actions. It was the drink that did it, And now nothing seems to fit.
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Why no rest For the seemingly young Traveler? Maybe it’s because I’m with the best, The most fun, The one caller. He isn’t the only thing Keeping Me awake. It’s the ache And the pain I feel Due to the rain. The man, My all wonderful knight, Lays next to me. I feel his hand Roam against my waistband. His movement Is one of a quiet, Drowsy, Sleepy nature. When I start drifting off Relaxed and warm In your grasp, I feel something different. A pang goes Through my chest Moving towards my breast. “Oh no,” I think As I wonder If this might be… A storm coming, A steady falling shower. One that may help that flower, But not for another hour. The weather Brings about a tightness That chews at the cuts Made on the outside That penetrates towards the inside. I think to myself Finding it slightly funny, “Ah great, war scars Acting up and fighting To get some attention.” But Mother Nature May be causing The insomnia… In a different way Saved for this day. Again, a pain Shoots through my stomach, “Did I eat too much?” “Ow! Was that touch Harder than I thought?” “Bang!” The last word I felt Before I knew it’d be Too late. But I know **** straight From this feeling That everything’s in order. I know there will be no disorder. I know I’m with The most caring, The most compassionate, The most kind Boyfriend. There is no rest When someone Who’s so true Is laying with you. Why no rest For the seemingly young Traveler? Maybe it’s because I’m with the best, The most fun, The one caller.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Why No Rest?
Why no rest For the seemingly young Traveler? Maybe it’s because I’m with the best, The most fun, The one caller. He isn’t the only thing Keeping Me awake. It’s the ache And the pain I feel Due to the rain. The man, My all wonderful knight, Lays next to me. I feel his hand Roam against my waistband. His movement Is one of a quiet, Drowsy, Sleepy nature. When I start drifting off Relaxed and warm In your grasp, I feel something different. A pang goes Through my chest Moving towards my breast. “Oh no,” I think As I wonder If this might be… A storm coming, A steady falling shower. One that may help that flower, But not for another hour. The weather Brings about a tightness That chews at the cuts Made on the outside That penetrates towards the inside. I think to myself Finding it slightly funny, “Ah great, war scars Acting up and fighting To get some attention.” But Mother Nature May be causing The insomnia… In a different way Saved for this day. Again, a pain Shoots through my stomach, “Did I eat too much?” “Ow! Was that touch Harder than I thought?” “Bang!” The last word I felt Before I knew it’d be Too late. But I know **** straight From this feeling That everything’s in order. I know there will be no disorder. I know I’m with The most caring, The most compassionate, The most kind Boyfriend. There is no rest When someone Who’s so true Is laying with you. Why no rest For the seemingly young Traveler? Maybe it’s because I’m with the best, The most fun, The one caller.
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Boy, it’s been hard. It feels like I’ve Been treading on glass. Help me extract This sharp shard, And gimme shelter. Boy, it’s been so long, Since I’ve been Held by my man. I’ve been singing A lonely, sad song, And I need shelter. Boy, can’t you see, What this life Has done to me? I’ve cried many tears, And I need to break free. Please, gimme shelter. Boy, I need someone Who can reach out, And can see the hurt That’s been done. Someone who is kind enough To gimme shelter. Boy, please say That this pain, And discomfort Will go away. Please stay, And gimme shelter. Gimme shelter.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Gimme Shelter
Years ago, My heart was trapped. Taken advantage of, It was blinded by love. I was comfortable. Yes, I fell into a ditch Surrounded by desire and passion And Burning flames of feeling needed and cared for. But like I said, It was comfortable. Well, I’ve been told One should not dwell on the past, Even though experiences are what make you. So, let me move on. Years later, My heart was discovered By another. He looked carefully at it, and at the damage that had been done. This man, who was then a boy, Decided my heart was worth something. He gently picked it up in cupped hands, Afraid it might fall, or run in fear of his touch. He made a decision. “I’m going to take a chance,” he thought. And he said aloud, “Because this heart clearly needs healing.” So, he took it with him. In the care of this Mature beyond his years, Boy, the heart began to feel wanted again, And it began to feel better and heal. Little did the, now man, know that… Six months later, The heart and the woman it belonged to Would have grown an unbreakable attachment to this man. The woman was again in love. Her heart was again trapped, But not like it had been in the past. It was certainly not taken advantage of, But it was, indeed, blinded by love. You may ask, “What happened to the hero that picked up the fallen heart?” And “Where is the woman who fell in love with this man?” Well, unfortunately, Proximity has distanced them from each other, But, luckily, They have grown fonder and their love deeper for one another. I’ll let you in on a little secret. We don’t know what has happened Six months after the man picked up the heart. But I am writing this on September 27, 2016, As the man is speaking to me. And never has my heart felt more Comfortable, loved, and devoted. Sure, a reader of this story might say “This is so cliché! It’s like any other love story…” But if you knew the two people involved, And the details of the relationship that fall through due to the sake of a poem’s content, Then maybe, MAYBE, You can pass a judgment on this story, this love, this unbreakable reality.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Broken, But Healed
Years ago, My heart was trapped. Taken advantage of, It was blinded by love. I was comfortable. Yes, I fell into a ditch Surrounded by desire and passion And Burning flames of feeling needed and cared for. But like I said, It was comfortable. Well, I’ve been told One should not dwell on the past, Even though experiences are what make you. So, let me move on. Years later, My heart was discovered By another. He looked carefully at it, and at the damage that had been done. This man, who was then a boy, Decided my heart was worth something. He gently picked it up in cupped hands, Afraid it might fall, or run in fear of his touch. He made a decision. “I’m going to take a chance,” he thought. And he said aloud, “Because this heart clearly needs healing.” So, he took it with him. In the care of this Mature beyond his years, Boy, the heart began to feel wanted again, And it began to feel better and heal. Little did the, now man, know that… Six months later, The heart and the woman it belonged to Would have grown an unbreakable attachment to this man. The woman was again in love. Her heart was again trapped, But not like it had been in the past. It was certainly not taken advantage of, But it was, indeed, blinded by love. You may ask, “What happened to the hero that picked up the fallen heart?” And “Where is the woman who fell in love with this man?” Well, unfortunately, Proximity has distanced them from each other, But, luckily, They have grown fonder and their love deeper for one another. I’ll let you in on a little secret. We don’t know what has happened Six months after the man picked up the heart. But I am writing this on September 27, 2016, As the man is speaking to me. And never has my heart felt more Comfortable, loved, and devoted. Sure, a reader of this story might say “This is so cliché! It’s like any other love story…” But if you knew the two people involved, And the details of the relationship that fall through due to the sake of a poem’s content, Then maybe, MAYBE, You can pass a judgment on this story, this love, this unbreakable reality.
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It’s time For a change. My feelings Have rearranged. I lay in bed Feeling the heat of your body Radiate next to me. I wonder, “Is this right?” My thoughts take up the night. It’s time For a change. I feel distant. I can’t explain. My thoughts keep running Like a runner on a track. I lift my head, Grab my pack And lighter, And carefully get out of bed. It’s time For a change. You and I Are no longer the same. I look at the table And notice another empty bottle. You downed another When I wasn’t looking. Now, you stink of alcohol. I can’t say a thing. I unlock the door, Turning the key, Feeling a spark of hope Inside of me. I walk outside Down to where the sand hits the tide. It’s time For a change I don’t want to hurt you, But I feel estranged. “What are you doing?” I hear you say. I want to respond, To tell you how I feel, But all I can do Is pray. It’s time For a change. I need a sign To help me break away. “Come back inside,” You say in a controlling And angry tone. I make a decision. I dive head first into the bay. It’s time for a change. As I swim further, My heart becomes surer. With you, I can’t breathe, As if I’m drowning in cold water. You once spoke to me Lovingly. Now you say my name With disgust and distaste. It’s time For a change. I swim back to shore Not knowing what’s in store. “What were you thinking?” You shout at me. I brush past you, Grab a suitcase, And start packing. This is the last time Undoubtedly. It’s time For a change. This upsetting routine Isn’t at all strange. “You’ll be back,” You say in a quieter voice. I look at you, And say, “No.” It’s time For a change. I’m free now, And love has A different name.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Time For A Change
It’s time For a change. My feelings Have rearranged. I lay in bed Feeling the heat of your body Radiate next to me. I wonder, “Is this right?” My thoughts take up the night. It’s time For a change. I feel distant. I can’t explain. My thoughts keep running Like a runner on a track. I lift my head, Grab my pack And lighter, And carefully get out of bed. It’s time For a change. You and I Are no longer the same. I look at the table And notice another empty bottle. You downed another When I wasn’t looking. Now, you stink of alcohol. I can’t say a thing. I unlock the door, Turning the key, Feeling a spark of hope Inside of me. I walk outside Down to where the sand hits the tide. It’s time For a change I don’t want to hurt you, But I feel estranged. “What are you doing?” I hear you say. I want to respond, To tell you how I feel, But all I can do Is pray. It’s time For a change. I need a sign To help me break away. “Come back inside,” You say in a controlling And angry tone. I make a decision. I dive head first into the bay. It’s time for a change. As I swim further, My heart becomes surer. With you, I can’t breathe, As if I’m drowning in cold water. You once spoke to me Lovingly. Now you say my name With disgust and distaste. It’s time For a change. I swim back to shore Not knowing what’s in store. “What were you thinking?” You shout at me. I brush past you, Grab a suitcase, And start packing. This is the last time Undoubtedly. It’s time For a change. This upsetting routine Isn’t at all strange. “You’ll be back,” You say in a quieter voice. I look at you, And say, “No.” It’s time For a change. I’m free now, And love has A different name.
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