mara - Hello Poetry

Just when scabs scrape Bleeding subsides Time prevails And then a sudden ache Translucent emotions Awakened once again Can't refrain from thinking Of the first And last Moments of whatever it was Stopped and thought Of the woman you loved I loved, but was I believed This night Wish to remind I did love Or at least tried To touch seams Embrace needles Forget bondages All the marks are fading Take hold before they're Forever a memory

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC

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Just when scabs scrape Bleeding subsides Time prevails And then a sudden ache Translucent emotions Awakened once again Can't refrain from thinking Of the first And last Moments of whatever it was Stopped and thought Of the woman you loved I loved, but was I believed This night Wish to remind I did love Or at least tried To touch seams Embrace needles Forget bondages All the marks are fading Take hold before they're Forever a memory

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My tongue feels foreign And awakened when Saying hello to you When you smile back I blush I don't know anything But this heartbeat And your face I don't know anything I don't know anything

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC

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My tongue feels foreign And awakened when Saying hello to you When you smile back I blush I don't know anything But this heartbeat And your face I don't know anything I don't know anything

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Maybe being alone is too comfortable I don't know what I was hiding from Or scared of I do know that the silence has Grown on me He is special, but I must label Him ordinary to keep my Heart at bay The truth is, I daydream of our being Interconnecting to make a universe of possibilities To experience the happiness, Sorrow, frustration, and ease That cannot be experienced ever just alone Just alone Just alone But I don't want to drift away With the idea that I am never just alone To give my whole existence to him Keeps my mind tranquil Yet chaotic

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC

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Maybe being alone is too comfortable I don't know what I was hiding from Or scared of I do know that the silence has Grown on me He is special, but I must label Him ordinary to keep my Heart at bay The truth is, I daydream of our being Interconnecting to make a universe of possibilities To experience the happiness, Sorrow, frustration, and ease That cannot be experienced ever just alone Just alone Just alone But I don't want to drift away With the idea that I am never just alone To give my whole existence to him Keeps my mind tranquil Yet chaotic

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Cross the border of familiarity I've become a stranger to myself Treading unspoken territory Inevitably forgetting the past We are runaway children The sun beats on We beat on Where do we lay our heads If every night I lie awakened Slip into unconsciousness The lines between alive And living are blurred Sitting Waiting Sleeping And in every sunrise and Sunset we look for something If God plays hide and seek Then we must be what We've been searching for

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC

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Cross the border of familiarity I've become a stranger to myself Treading unspoken territory Inevitably forgetting the past We are runaway children The sun beats on We beat on Where do we lay our heads If every night I lie awakened Slip into unconsciousness The lines between alive And living are blurred Sitting Waiting Sleeping And in every sunrise and Sunset we look for something If God plays hide and seek Then we must be what We've been searching for

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You tried to build something to love Rather than a home Everyone kept telling you to be strong When you needed just anyone 14 winters and summers have passed The sun has made you leather And I have become water I can't stay any longer I can't stay any longer Forgive my feigned ignorance I was but a child In a house full of people With forgotten youth I can't save you here Please let it go

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC

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You tried to build something to love Rather than a home Everyone kept telling you to be strong When you needed just anyone 14 winters and summers have passed The sun has made you leather And I have become water I can't stay any longer I can't stay any longer Forgive my feigned ignorance I was but a child In a house full of people With forgotten youth I can't save you here Please let it go

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I've suddenly become very aware of the heaviness of my own body The massive density of my bones I never realized how much effort it was to lift my fingers And to take care of the body I've been destined with forever My eyes glue to a computer screen Every unfinished immortality project sits on my desk Collecting dust and forgotten ideas I could've been a genius, my mother says Oh but there is passion in me, I feel it writhing when I play Debussy From Hendrix to B.B King yes, I can feel myself erupting But every morning when the light bathes me in the new morning hope It is only somedays I successfully get up It is only a couple days when peace visits me, The wind feels cleaner in my room and my mouth is no longer a grave for unsaid words But I still hide in myself and wear the faces of others Salinger taught me sarcasm with the help of Holden Caulfield I practice late night insanity with Bukowski Some sage old wisdom with western philosopher, Alan Watts And even my optimism sprouted from Timothy Leary Not even the moon is unfamiliar with my facets My mind is littered with the thoughts of a dying breed Someone who sought after something that is not of this world Or it used to be

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Dec 3, 2015

Dec 3, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

Who do you speak to when you wish to speak of dying?

I've suddenly become very aware of the heaviness of my own body The massive density of my bones I never realized how much effort it was to lift my fingers And to take care of the body I've been destined with forever My eyes glue to a computer screen Every unfinished immortality project sits on my desk Collecting dust and forgotten ideas I could've been a genius, my mother says Oh but there is passion in me, I feel it writhing when I play Debussy From Hendrix to B.B King yes, I can feel myself erupting But every morning when the light bathes me in the new morning hope It is only somedays I successfully get up It is only a couple days when peace visits me, The wind feels cleaner in my room and my mouth is no longer a grave for unsaid words But I still hide in myself and wear the faces of others Salinger taught me sarcasm with the help of Holden Caulfield I practice late night insanity with Bukowski Some sage old wisdom with western philosopher, Alan Watts And even my optimism sprouted from Timothy Leary Not even the moon is unfamiliar with my facets My mind is littered with the thoughts of a dying breed Someone who sought after something that is not of this world Or it used to be

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Passion is fleeting when you surround yourself with pleasure. The Beast is not tamed, he is simply waiting for his prey to give in to comfort. People see death in life as a final goal for humans, but no matter how long you stare into the dark the shadows will not consume you. We take the first step towards heaven seeking enlightenment. Those who claim success can never be proved wrong. A God does not matter to the world, but the person. Boredom is another word describing inattention. Excitement is becoming curious all over again. Nothing satisfies the seeker. The world should keep you begging for more. Fall in love with the ecstasy of not knowing where you will land and you'll finally reach where I stand.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC

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Passion is fleeting when you surround yourself with pleasure. The Beast is not tamed, he is simply waiting for his prey to give in to comfort. People see death in life as a final goal for humans, but no matter how long you stare into the dark the shadows will not consume you. We take the first step towards heaven seeking enlightenment. Those who claim success can never be proved wrong. A God does not matter to the world, but the person. Boredom is another word describing inattention. Excitement is becoming curious all over again. Nothing satisfies the seeker. The world should keep you begging for more. Fall in love with the ecstasy of not knowing where you will land and you'll finally reach where I stand.

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Standing under a night sky Straining my eyes to find Orion's belt What will tomorrow do to us? Our pasts become loving memories And I can't remember the last time I was embraced A world where he exists is a world where I erased him I'm swimming in a familiar body of water But keep drowning every few hours My friends and I love the open sky Yet can't stay in the light for too long Waiting for the sun to touch the mountains And come out out to play There's nothing quite like the summer heat With my beloved and future mystery

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC

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Standing under a night sky Straining my eyes to find Orion's belt What will tomorrow do to us? Our pasts become loving memories And I can't remember the last time I was embraced A world where he exists is a world where I erased him I'm swimming in a familiar body of water But keep drowning every few hours My friends and I love the open sky Yet can't stay in the light for too long Waiting for the sun to touch the mountains And come out out to play There's nothing quite like the summer heat With my beloved and future mystery

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I've entranced myself into an eternal dance where the truth glides across my skin and I always stare into the eyes of my lie.

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC

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I've entranced myself into an eternal dance where the truth glides across my skin and I always stare into the eyes of my lie.

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She goes on late night escapades Finds his arms as an escape Search for herself secretly in soft whispers She's running and sometimes it's not towards him But he's the only one ever welcoming her Her house sits like a monument With a lighted path only she finds after being Shrouded in darkness Other days it's a flame It spreads down the street And the neighborhood watch never calls it in She's a fire when she leaves Seems to light up the whole town in engulfing flames No one questions why she's so bright But everyone turns away when her skin starts To melt and her heart falls out of her chest The boy pretends he did not step on it She is not running away from her world You can't call it leaving when it doesn't Stop following you The boy thinks she is looking for him But she only tried to find herself Under the fire that never extinguished.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC

Fire

She goes on late night escapades Finds his arms as an escape Search for herself secretly in soft whispers She's running and sometimes it's not towards him But he's the only one ever welcoming her Her house sits like a monument With a lighted path only she finds after being Shrouded in darkness Other days it's a flame It spreads down the street And the neighborhood watch never calls it in She's a fire when she leaves Seems to light up the whole town in engulfing flames No one questions why she's so bright But everyone turns away when her skin starts To melt and her heart falls out of her chest The boy pretends he did not step on it She is not running away from her world You can't call it leaving when it doesn't Stop following you The boy thinks she is looking for him But she only tried to find herself Under the fire that never extinguished.

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