madison-marian - Hello Poetry

I know two kinds of people There are those who make a frame for themselves One beautiful and exquisite And then inside they stay in it And those who chose to say Not only am I art but so is everything around me And my job is discovery

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May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC

Framed

I know two kinds of people There are those who make a frame for themselves One beautiful and exquisite And then inside they stay in it And those who chose to say Not only am I art but so is everything around me And my job is discovery

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Creating music is so beautiful because in most cases it requires human breath You give it something that is yours Something that rested near you heart And sat on your soul If filled you And you use it to fill others To touch their hearts To speak to their souls Music is alive because you make it so There is nothing robotic or ordinary about it It's a living breathing thing Music is a part of you Your heart pumps to a beat The veins pulse the same way You literally have rhythm flowing through your veins Do you realize you are a creation of rhythm and music And culmination of gorgeous pulses and beats The blood carries oxygen to your cells That oxygen brings sound to your instrument That blood courses with a beat We are all made of music All music is made of us

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC

My veins flow with music

Creating music is so beautiful because in most cases it requires human breath You give it something that is yours Something that rested near you heart And sat on your soul If filled you And you use it to fill others To touch their hearts To speak to their souls Music is alive because you make it so There is nothing robotic or ordinary about it It's a living breathing thing Music is a part of you Your heart pumps to a beat The veins pulse the same way You literally have rhythm flowing through your veins Do you realize you are a creation of rhythm and music And culmination of gorgeous pulses and beats The blood carries oxygen to your cells That oxygen brings sound to your instrument That blood courses with a beat We are all made of music All music is made of us

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I seem to have this problem Where I think too hard or not at all I overanalyze overthink over complicate But moments later zone out at the wall A read into what should be left alone And lose focus on conversations that should be heard I make a big deal out of nothing Later I miss your every word I space responsibilities and events But can't forget how self conscious I feel I think too hard about a lot of things Especially emotional wounds I wish could heal Whoever stole the in between I could really use it back Those moments of deep thought Filled the void leaving me not to lack An excitement for life, free spirit, or light heart Keeping me steady and sure And return my focus on what matters most To be able to hear through all the chatter

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC

The in between

I seem to have this problem Where I think too hard or not at all I overanalyze overthink over complicate But moments later zone out at the wall A read into what should be left alone And lose focus on conversations that should be heard I make a big deal out of nothing Later I miss your every word I space responsibilities and events But can't forget how self conscious I feel I think too hard about a lot of things Especially emotional wounds I wish could heal Whoever stole the in between I could really use it back Those moments of deep thought Filled the void leaving me not to lack An excitement for life, free spirit, or light heart Keeping me steady and sure And return my focus on what matters most To be able to hear through all the chatter

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I ordered a Polaroid camera And bought some film and filled it I brought it up toward my brown eye Squinted and the room I lit The flash so strong the smiles so real The little white photo snook out A moment not only frozen but hidden White, hushed voices trying to shout Slowly the moment came back The scene melted back into place The people came back even brighter The smiles returned to each face And I wondered what makes a Polaroid different What gives the physical photo more appeal Why do we care so much for something to hold Why are flash and film a big deal I don't think it's in the style In its retroness or thrill I don't think it's in the speed You wait for it a little I believe in that small photo In that something you can hold You think what is in the palm of your hand One could not possibly unmold That moment is for ever The smile evermore No matter the time that passed No matter how long before There's something about holding it That's makes you think you can have it forever That somehow you'll freeze time That somehow time isn't so clever You feel you have time in your two hands The control with small fingers That this wouldn't slip from your grip That those grins would always linger Although it may not be so And cameras aren't time benders They bring you back and forth Through the memories they render So maybe holding on tighter Doesn't do a thing But having it to hold Just may give you wings

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC

Holding On

I ordered a Polaroid camera And bought some film and filled it I brought it up toward my brown eye Squinted and the room I lit The flash so strong the smiles so real The little white photo snook out A moment not only frozen but hidden White, hushed voices trying to shout Slowly the moment came back The scene melted back into place The people came back even brighter The smiles returned to each face And I wondered what makes a Polaroid different What gives the physical photo more appeal Why do we care so much for something to hold Why are flash and film a big deal I don't think it's in the style In its retroness or thrill I don't think it's in the speed You wait for it a little I believe in that small photo In that something you can hold You think what is in the palm of your hand One could not possibly unmold That moment is for ever The smile evermore No matter the time that passed No matter how long before There's something about holding it That's makes you think you can have it forever That somehow you'll freeze time That somehow time isn't so clever You feel you have time in your two hands The control with small fingers That this wouldn't slip from your grip That those grins would always linger Although it may not be so And cameras aren't time benders They bring you back and forth Through the memories they render So maybe holding on tighter Doesn't do a thing But having it to hold Just may give you wings

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In my mind you'd see frosted windows Deep thoughts on chilly nights overcast skies in midday Mauve grey black and white Puddles that fill potholes and stars a mile above your crown Forests of enchanting pine trees Vivid cities and abandoned towns Winter and blinding snowstorms Mountains jagged yet soft and pink Rivers and lakes and oceans Lyrics that force you to think It's soberness and possibility A serene drive in silent streets Independence and stability Fallen leaves that parade the streets Thoughts that wander as you do Buses filled with empty seats Open fields and morning dew The first ray of light at as you awake Simplicity warmth and elegance And the rhythm of the breaths you take The essential components are the spaces The emptiness and silence It is not a lack or void to fill Simply memories with traces The space and vacancy inside Leaves room for inspiration Gives new thoughts their proper places Lost in thought Lost in my mind Lost in the stars dew and fields but not blind Lost in the analogy But I've never lost my way Accustomed to each reality One foot in each doorway

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC

Lost in (beautiful) Thought

In my mind you'd see frosted windows Deep thoughts on chilly nights overcast skies in midday Mauve grey black and white Puddles that fill potholes and stars a mile above your crown Forests of enchanting pine trees Vivid cities and abandoned towns Winter and blinding snowstorms Mountains jagged yet soft and pink Rivers and lakes and oceans Lyrics that force you to think It's soberness and possibility A serene drive in silent streets Independence and stability Fallen leaves that parade the streets Thoughts that wander as you do Buses filled with empty seats Open fields and morning dew The first ray of light at as you awake Simplicity warmth and elegance And the rhythm of the breaths you take The essential components are the spaces The emptiness and silence It is not a lack or void to fill Simply memories with traces The space and vacancy inside Leaves room for inspiration Gives new thoughts their proper places Lost in thought Lost in my mind Lost in the stars dew and fields but not blind Lost in the analogy But I've never lost my way Accustomed to each reality One foot in each doorway

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Don't you ever get tired of the show you put on Or did you begin to think it was real Do you ever get bored of lies you live Or did you begin to think they were the truth The only truth you have you steal Too much an actress Too much a fool Too full of youth Naïve by choice For its appeal

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC

The show

Don't you ever get tired of the show you put on Or did you begin to think it was real Do you ever get bored of lies you live Or did you begin to think they were the truth The only truth you have you steal Too much an actress Too much a fool Too full of youth Naïve by choice For its appeal

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I feel as though my mind has become confetti Thrown across the room I can't direct it or control where it lands I can't control or plan My mind meanders on its own going where I wish it would not go I try and pick up the confetti and bring it back together I try and gather my thoughts And instead they become deeper I cannot focus them where I want and they're uncontrolled and cluttered I wish to start over clear and content But the confetti has already been thrown It's fine in the air It's mixed with everything around it And nothing can undo it How unfair

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC

Untitled

I feel as though my mind has become confetti Thrown across the room I can't direct it or control where it lands I can't control or plan My mind meanders on its own going where I wish it would not go I try and pick up the confetti and bring it back together I try and gather my thoughts And instead they become deeper I cannot focus them where I want and they're uncontrolled and cluttered I wish to start over clear and content But the confetti has already been thrown It's fine in the air It's mixed with everything around it And nothing can undo it How unfair

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I know you need me and I convince myself I need you I do this for you like everything else I say what you need to hear When it's not what I want to say I do what you want me to do when it's not what I want to do I feel what you would want me to feel Though those feelings aren't my own I'm becoming the me you need And losing myself all at once Will you sit and watch my old self bleed? Will I? Or will I realize what I've done?

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC

Untitled

I know you need me and I convince myself I need you I do this for you like everything else I say what you need to hear When it's not what I want to say I do what you want me to do when it's not what I want to do I feel what you would want me to feel Though those feelings aren't my own I'm becoming the me you need And losing myself all at once Will you sit and watch my old self bleed? Will I? Or will I realize what I've done?

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Hopes rise and fall Wings tear and break Love is thin But so is hate Walls come down That separate us Revealing souls So generous Past is gone Yet it is not You are your past The leaves that have rot The wing that tore The wall that fell The hopes that crashed And the love dispelled Never ended us Or prohibited They became us Unleashed not inhibited

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC

A soul's past

Hopes rise and fall Wings tear and break Love is thin But so is hate Walls come down That separate us Revealing souls So generous Past is gone Yet it is not You are your past The leaves that have rot The wing that tore The wall that fell The hopes that crashed And the love dispelled Never ended us Or prohibited They became us Unleashed not inhibited

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Words are sharp They cut Deep Thoughts are dangerous They destroy With ease Judgements are false They appear Fast Actions are powerful Forever They last

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC

Made to Last

Words are sharp They cut Deep Thoughts are dangerous They destroy With ease Judgements are false They appear Fast Actions are powerful Forever They last

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