maria-enika-r - Hello Poetry

We never talked Anymore And when we did The conversation dripped Like a dried up Desert stream Funny how then he’d seem Like a tidal wave of talk Not letting my words walk Anywhere Near his extremely important Ten minute Explanation In which he’d sum up that day’s Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night While he fetted without a slight Thought of me. So understandably He was exhausted And couldn’t Wouldn’t Didn’t want to hear My ten minuets Of how I missed The boy who kissed Me At a movie theater Read all my pathetic poetic Love letters Told me I was a better Writer than I thought Fought for me Drove across highways for me Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply Who told me constantly That he loved me When I didn’t believe it He loved me When I didn’t want to hear it He loved me When I’d just finished crying He loved me I miss the boy who never made me feel Alone Whose cell phone Didn’t mind listening to my voice And given the choice Would listen to it All night Long. But that boy’s gone. And I’m left to pick up conversation With this Affectionless alien.

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC

Conversation Fillers

We never talked Anymore And when we did The conversation dripped Like a dried up Desert stream Funny how then he’d seem Like a tidal wave of talk Not letting my words walk Anywhere Near his extremely important Ten minute Explanation In which he’d sum up that day’s Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night While he fetted without a slight Thought of me. So understandably He was exhausted And couldn’t Wouldn’t Didn’t want to hear My ten minuets Of how I missed The boy who kissed Me At a movie theater Read all my pathetic poetic Love letters Told me I was a better Writer than I thought Fought for me Drove across highways for me Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply Who told me constantly That he loved me When I didn’t believe it He loved me When I didn’t want to hear it He loved me When I’d just finished crying He loved me I miss the boy who never made me feel Alone Whose cell phone Didn’t mind listening to my voice And given the choice Would listen to it All night Long. But that boy’s gone. And I’m left to pick up conversation With this Affectionless alien.

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I’ve always wanted to play chess with you But I never thought it’d be like this. I never thought you’d bring me onto this battlefield As your Queen Promising to shield Me. Promising to wield Your ponderous power Any day, any hour I needed you. Never thought I’d be fighting this war Alone Giving up everything I owned For you Never knew I’d have to battle other queens On this chessboard. Never guessed you’ never budge From your square You sit comfortably on your chair Without a care In the world (But yourself) It’s just a game to you. I am just game to you. I always thought You’d have my back Any attack and I swore You’d be At my side I thought this was a ride Built for two. But there are too Too many Knights Bishops Rooks Pawns That I can count on Before I can count You as The One Who truly loves me. But one day it will hit you Hard in the face That my place Is empty On this black and white field When the real World smacks you straight in the heart I won’t be there to be a part Of it all. One day my King, I will not be on your board And what a twisted twist of fate When there’s a white King standing stately Before you Shaking your hand as he says Checkmate.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC

Playing Chess

I’ve always wanted to play chess with you But I never thought it’d be like this. I never thought you’d bring me onto this battlefield As your Queen Promising to shield Me. Promising to wield Your ponderous power Any day, any hour I needed you. Never thought I’d be fighting this war Alone Giving up everything I owned For you Never knew I’d have to battle other queens On this chessboard. Never guessed you’ never budge From your square You sit comfortably on your chair Without a care In the world (But yourself) It’s just a game to you. I am just game to you. I always thought You’d have my back Any attack and I swore You’d be At my side I thought this was a ride Built for two. But there are too Too many Knights Bishops Rooks Pawns That I can count on Before I can count You as The One Who truly loves me. But one day it will hit you Hard in the face That my place Is empty On this black and white field When the real World smacks you straight in the heart I won’t be there to be a part Of it all. One day my King, I will not be on your board And what a twisted twist of fate When there’s a white King standing stately Before you Shaking your hand as he says Checkmate.

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When someone dies We neither see them Nor hear them We stay tied to them By a mere spider’s web Of memories. I neither see you Nor hear you And all I have to prove That this is real Is a thin transparent Spider web thread of memories. But you know what they say about spider silk is real It may look fragile, but it is stronger than steel.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC

Call Lines

When someone dies We neither see them Nor hear them We stay tied to them By a mere spider’s web Of memories. I neither see you Nor hear you And all I have to prove That this is real Is a thin transparent Spider web thread of memories. But you know what they say about spider silk is real It may look fragile, but it is stronger than steel.

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Single life is sweet And a lover’s life is a dream But then there is that Space in between That doesn’t seem real At all. It’s the fall From cloud nine To the loneliest limbo. It’s watching sparkling sugar coated single earthlings Below show off their uncommitted free spirited Confectioner outfitted Figures and naked fingers Bubblegum ***** call blazers And frosted fickle flaked fedoras Suiting each been-there-done-that suitor In runway Yong Wild and Free And then you see Above Airy fairy angels in love Wearing pale peachy perfection And creamy chiffon Adorned in pearly promises Baby’s breath and fresh roses French kisses and rubbing noses And of course The stupid Valentine’s Day cards. But you are far Away from either world You are a girl In silent confinement Trapped On Cloud Five nothingness Like a time bomb A volatile child Ready to explode At any moment So kept In icy isolation So that no one Could hear the cries Of your eruption.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC

The Semi-Single Life

Single life is sweet And a lover’s life is a dream But then there is that Space in between That doesn’t seem real At all. It’s the fall From cloud nine To the loneliest limbo. It’s watching sparkling sugar coated single earthlings Below show off their uncommitted free spirited Confectioner outfitted Figures and naked fingers Bubblegum ***** call blazers And frosted fickle flaked fedoras Suiting each been-there-done-that suitor In runway Yong Wild and Free And then you see Above Airy fairy angels in love Wearing pale peachy perfection And creamy chiffon Adorned in pearly promises Baby’s breath and fresh roses French kisses and rubbing noses And of course The stupid Valentine’s Day cards. But you are far Away from either world You are a girl In silent confinement Trapped On Cloud Five nothingness Like a time bomb A volatile child Ready to explode At any moment So kept In icy isolation So that no one Could hear the cries Of your eruption.

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I made you swear We’d share Everything. Smiling, you came calling me to see The imitation of honesty that you had painted. My trust in you fainted. Self sainted, You showed me your holy creation (filled with holes, rotting in mould; rank with deception) In the anticipation That I’d buy it That **** Really. Boasting that you never talked to her anymore. Sure. Like you said, I could have checked your messages Myself; for added validation. I am no fool. That night there was just something Small You deleted from our discussion Just like you how you deleted your most recent conversation With her. I’m sorry that she couldn’t make it to the mall that Saturday. I hope she made it up to you the following Friday. You really know how to play. I can read people like books But you are a magazine. Well it looks like we’re even. We both have something we never showed each other. You never showed me the entire conversation and I never showed you this poem.

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC

Just Something You Forgot to Mention

I made you swear We’d share Everything. Smiling, you came calling me to see The imitation of honesty that you had painted. My trust in you fainted. Self sainted, You showed me your holy creation (filled with holes, rotting in mould; rank with deception) In the anticipation That I’d buy it That **** Really. Boasting that you never talked to her anymore. Sure. Like you said, I could have checked your messages Myself; for added validation. I am no fool. That night there was just something Small You deleted from our discussion Just like you how you deleted your most recent conversation With her. I’m sorry that she couldn’t make it to the mall that Saturday. I hope she made it up to you the following Friday. You really know how to play. I can read people like books But you are a magazine. Well it looks like we’re even. We both have something we never showed each other. You never showed me the entire conversation and I never showed you this poem.

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They say actions speak louder than words but I’ve never been one for shouting so here’s my quiet confession only for you; my sole obsession My mounting feelings soar on this paper My words may not roar But rest assured They are true. I need no hyped up hyperbole No profound, mind-boggling simile no hiding behind complex imagery all I have are my naked words bare, exposed emotion unbuttoned passion white expression embrace this page clinging tight. Still nothing I write can ever capture this feeling no epic, no odyssey can chart this journey of flying with you I am not Shakespeare Dickenson Frost I’m just a fool; lost Without you I am not trying to compose a classic not trying to re-write the Romantics these are my words from heart to hart I love you

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 10:02 AM UTC

From Heart to Hart

They say actions speak louder than words but I’ve never been one for shouting so here’s my quiet confession only for you; my sole obsession My mounting feelings soar on this paper My words may not roar But rest assured They are true. I need no hyped up hyperbole No profound, mind-boggling simile no hiding behind complex imagery all I have are my naked words bare, exposed emotion unbuttoned passion white expression embrace this page clinging tight. Still nothing I write can ever capture this feeling no epic, no odyssey can chart this journey of flying with you I am not Shakespeare Dickenson Frost I’m just a fool; lost Without you I am not trying to compose a classic not trying to re-write the Romantics these are my words from heart to hart I love you

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All I’d ever known were full stops I’ve dangled By commas All my life Strife filled juxtapositions Disappointed allusions Had punctuated my compositions From the start But my heart Is rewritten You erase my punctuation Drawing instead, devotion In permanent ink I am a new page No longer caged By doubt I’ve thrown mistrust out My window All I am is a pathetic fallacy A hurricane Of imperfections Forgive me I am overcoming insecurity Burying uncertainty And rising above Fear You’ve rewritten me Clearly Your love outweighed Cowardice. I am no longer afraid For I always knew There is nothing on earth worth loosing you.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 12:34 PM UTC

The First Poem

All I’d ever known were full stops I’ve dangled By commas All my life Strife filled juxtapositions Disappointed allusions Had punctuated my compositions From the start But my heart Is rewritten You erase my punctuation Drawing instead, devotion In permanent ink I am a new page No longer caged By doubt I’ve thrown mistrust out My window All I am is a pathetic fallacy A hurricane Of imperfections Forgive me I am overcoming insecurity Burying uncertainty And rising above Fear You’ve rewritten me Clearly Your love outweighed Cowardice. I am no longer afraid For I always knew There is nothing on earth worth loosing you.

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I’m locking away all my metaphors Packing up all these stupid similes. My rhymes and I are Out. No doubt can bail me out From this decision. Blinded by illusions Of sincerity Happy hyperboles of fidelity Reality Rips my pages To shreds. My personifications are Dead. Like my underfed heart. Part of me will remain As lifeless as this page. Don’t let my pentameters Hold you back. Let my lyrics liberate you. Revel in this drop Our rhyme was only ever an end stop. Here is your conclusion. Your last allusion True Because No matter what you do, No girl will ever again write poems for you.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC

The Last Poem

I’m locking away all my metaphors Packing up all these stupid similes. My rhymes and I are Out. No doubt can bail me out From this decision. Blinded by illusions Of sincerity Happy hyperboles of fidelity Reality Rips my pages To shreds. My personifications are Dead. Like my underfed heart. Part of me will remain As lifeless as this page. Don’t let my pentameters Hold you back. Let my lyrics liberate you. Revel in this drop Our rhyme was only ever an end stop. Here is your conclusion. Your last allusion True Because No matter what you do, No girl will ever again write poems for you.

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Hurt Trampled, face down in the dirt Feeling worthless Breathless From running a race without any trace Of hope Of winning. Loosing All sense of reality Normality slips and slits though your Fingers Like broken glass. Past Memories Are history, your story Has only just begun I am here; I am your Chapter One. Come run Away with me Run away from pain This is no game. This is reality’s fantasy. Your storybook ending Is only just beginning. So take off your old shoes You have nothing to loose With me Free As birds in the open sky Come John, Let’s fly.

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Nov 22, 2011

Nov 22, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC

Birdsong

Hurt Trampled, face down in the dirt Feeling worthless Breathless From running a race without any trace Of hope Of winning. Loosing All sense of reality Normality slips and slits though your Fingers Like broken glass. Past Memories Are history, your story Has only just begun I am here; I am your Chapter One. Come run Away with me Run away from pain This is no game. This is reality’s fantasy. Your storybook ending Is only just beginning. So take off your old shoes You have nothing to loose With me Free As birds in the open sky Come John, Let’s fly.

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You turn on my lights On the darkest of days A haze Of happiness and sweet smells Quells my flustered frustration Exhilaration Rushes through exhausted veins Your embrace Drains Away All exasperation, aggravation and stress Jokes, pokes and jest Caress a sleepy soul Awake. Don’t take This light off. Let it shine; bright and gleaming. If I am asleep If I am only dreaming Don’t ever kiss me awake. If this is just a dream If none of this is real Lave me with your lullabies of lukewarm laughter Let me sleep, happily ever after.

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Nov 21, 2011

Nov 21, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC

Dreaming of You

You turn on my lights On the darkest of days A haze Of happiness and sweet smells Quells my flustered frustration Exhilaration Rushes through exhausted veins Your embrace Drains Away All exasperation, aggravation and stress Jokes, pokes and jest Caress a sleepy soul Awake. Don’t take This light off. Let it shine; bright and gleaming. If I am asleep If I am only dreaming Don’t ever kiss me awake. If this is just a dream If none of this is real Lave me with your lullabies of lukewarm laughter Let me sleep, happily ever after.

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