natalie-ryan - Hello Poetry

She always thought about him. Every waking moment of every single day she thought. His absolute perfection cherished her heart, Lavishing her with faultless hugs, kisses, and affection. She was saturated within the tenderness of his touch, The desire that convenes within the obscure dimensions of her heart, Her soul, Her entity. The entity that was brightened into a stream of gratitude and indulgence. Emanated from what seemed to be an eternal hell, he was Salvation. A deliverance of palliation, Easing her with his captivating influence, And relieving her of her poignant past. She looks at him and his blemishes are blurred. Admiring his frayed edges and his vial mistakes They celebrate each other. Lacking the sour stink of irritability. Their love drowns in certainty without a single drop of ambivalence. He heals her with his rigid fingers, caressing her petite frame. Reviving her from the depths of her severed self-esteem. He is her, Salvation.

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Dec 13, 2014

Dec 13, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

Salvation

She always thought about him. Every waking moment of every single day she thought. His absolute perfection cherished her heart, Lavishing her with faultless hugs, kisses, and affection. She was saturated within the tenderness of his touch, The desire that convenes within the obscure dimensions of her heart, Her soul, Her entity. The entity that was brightened into a stream of gratitude and indulgence. Emanated from what seemed to be an eternal hell, he was Salvation. A deliverance of palliation, Easing her with his captivating influence, And relieving her of her poignant past. She looks at him and his blemishes are blurred. Admiring his frayed edges and his vial mistakes They celebrate each other. Lacking the sour stink of irritability. Their love drowns in certainty without a single drop of ambivalence. He heals her with his rigid fingers, caressing her petite frame. Reviving her from the depths of her severed self-esteem. He is her, Salvation.

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They anger her make fun of her tease her about her mistakes Taunting her Using the past as a weapon While she looks over her shoulder She drowns in an abundance of witty smirks and chatter It swallows her With no breathe left They call her selfish They say she has grown stone cold Assuming while knowing nothing Knowing nothing of the ache Cluttered inside They don't know she cares She cares for more than herself Her selfless heart embodies her mind Overflowing beyond her limits She is one who cares She cares for those who have hurt her And left her with frayed edges They severe her trivial existence She is alone With only the wounds that fashion her shrivelled soul She is misunderstood Only if they knew that she cared

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC

She

They anger her make fun of her tease her about her mistakes Taunting her Using the past as a weapon While she looks over her shoulder She drowns in an abundance of witty smirks and chatter It swallows her With no breathe left They call her selfish They say she has grown stone cold Assuming while knowing nothing Knowing nothing of the ache Cluttered inside They don't know she cares She cares for more than herself Her selfless heart embodies her mind Overflowing beyond her limits She is one who cares She cares for those who have hurt her And left her with frayed edges They severe her trivial existence She is alone With only the wounds that fashion her shrivelled soul She is misunderstood Only if they knew that she cared

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Pretty is what people say you are It's a status Pretty is limiting your meals Limiting yourself to two celery sticks for dinner Pretty is whether boys like you or not Pretty is throwing up at the end of the day Pretty determines who your friends are Who talks to you Who looks at you Who knows you exist Pretty is what you wear Pretty is having the spot light Pretty fathoms your mere existence Pretty hurts

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC

Pretty Hurts

Pretty is what people say you are It's a status Pretty is limiting your meals Limiting yourself to two celery sticks for dinner Pretty is whether boys like you or not Pretty is throwing up at the end of the day Pretty determines who your friends are Who talks to you Who looks at you Who knows you exist Pretty is what you wear Pretty is having the spot light Pretty fathoms your mere existence Pretty hurts

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You lack honestly The mere bluntness I seek Your shadowed emotions Hidden, masked Behind blurred, Mixed signals Submerged in frustration Confusion Trying to decode Your thoughts Your actions Your words Do they mean nothing? Or is there something here? A small spark to a flame Growing at a brisk pace Or perhaps its the end The end of hope My hope You call me Text me Hug me Even kiss me You tell me how much I mean to you How much you trust me Then you stop Not only do you lack honesty But you are indecisive Your emotions shadowed Trapped, confined Behind blurred, Mixed Signals

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

Mixed Signals

You lack honestly The mere bluntness I seek Your shadowed emotions Hidden, masked Behind blurred, Mixed signals Submerged in frustration Confusion Trying to decode Your thoughts Your actions Your words Do they mean nothing? Or is there something here? A small spark to a flame Growing at a brisk pace Or perhaps its the end The end of hope My hope You call me Text me Hug me Even kiss me You tell me how much I mean to you How much you trust me Then you stop Not only do you lack honesty But you are indecisive Your emotions shadowed Trapped, confined Behind blurred, Mixed Signals

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Sheer shades of red Sitting tightly on my hip Enhancing my perfections And disguising my flaws An illusion of lucent confidence In my own skin Feeling your heated presence In my midst You amorously gaze At your Aphrodite Your muse Glowing like ember Creating a lustful aura Surrounding us both Those sheer shades of red Are a wonder to us all

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC

Lace

Sheer shades of red Sitting tightly on my hip Enhancing my perfections And disguising my flaws An illusion of lucent confidence In my own skin Feeling your heated presence In my midst You amorously gaze At your Aphrodite Your muse Glowing like ember Creating a lustful aura Surrounding us both Those sheer shades of red Are a wonder to us all

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A game A joust Shouting voices Piercing my ears Ringing Incalescent rage Nimbus darkness Consuming the soul What is the point? What is it's significance? All for what? Hubris? Pride is the impetus we are too ashamed to admit Admit that it is the cause of Quarrel

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC

Quarrel

A game A joust Shouting voices Piercing my ears Ringing Incalescent rage Nimbus darkness Consuming the soul What is the point? What is it's significance? All for what? Hubris? Pride is the impetus we are too ashamed to admit Admit that it is the cause of Quarrel

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A sudden surge A cascade Of blurred emotions Devouring my soul Becoming too difficult to acquiesce Suffering, and diminishing into Buckets of tears Failing to dissemble, or eclipse my mental state Unable to hear the echo in that cold, musky cave Reality seems elusive Hard to grasp Just out of reach All because you're drowning in Buckets of tears

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC

Buckets

A sudden surge A cascade Of blurred emotions Devouring my soul Becoming too difficult to acquiesce Suffering, and diminishing into Buckets of tears Failing to dissemble, or eclipse my mental state Unable to hear the echo in that cold, musky cave Reality seems elusive Hard to grasp Just out of reach All because you're drowning in Buckets of tears

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Pimple popping Lathered deodorant Awkward tampons Hair in unwanted places Drunken nights Failed hangover cures Flunked classes Broken hearts First kisses and first times Rebounds Hookups Hickeys Rushes of frustration These are all unglamorous occasions Of a not so florescent Adolescence

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC

A Not So Florescent Adolescence

Pimple popping Lathered deodorant Awkward tampons Hair in unwanted places Drunken nights Failed hangover cures Flunked classes Broken hearts First kisses and first times Rebounds Hookups Hickeys Rushes of frustration These are all unglamorous occasions Of a not so florescent Adolescence

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Sudden Abrupt Unexpected These words describe a sensation A sensation that fashions the soul Molding, sculpting The person I am today Hyperventilation Nausea A sudden rush Adrenalin Slamming doors Crowded, congested Populously packed into a box Air tight Repetitiveness is a quality this one sensation possesses Repeating Over and over Repeating Fearing it Fearing it's repetitiveness Repeating all over again Preventing me From opportunities Simple, basic, opportunities While I'm still stuck In the box That populously packed box All alone Shouting Till my larynx Rip and tears But I'm left Abandoned With no response This sensation The panic Has no end

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

Unpleasant Surpises

Sudden Abrupt Unexpected These words describe a sensation A sensation that fashions the soul Molding, sculpting The person I am today Hyperventilation Nausea A sudden rush Adrenalin Slamming doors Crowded, congested Populously packed into a box Air tight Repetitiveness is a quality this one sensation possesses Repeating Over and over Repeating Fearing it Fearing it's repetitiveness Repeating all over again Preventing me From opportunities Simple, basic, opportunities While I'm still stuck In the box That populously packed box All alone Shouting Till my larynx Rip and tears But I'm left Abandoned With no response This sensation The panic Has no end

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Feelings are broken, they mend, and they they're broken again. It ***** so you've gotta be a man and **** it up, well with a ****** if you've got one. Breaking. It hurts. Hurricanes from hell destroying every inch of your body starting from the heart, the "center" of all the emotional ******** we call feelings. That breaking is as if your 3Ds died after you beat Pokemon x. That **** didn't save and is worth a few tears on that $55 topshop sweater all hormonal girls love. That breaking is as if you stubbed your toe and you just got your nails done, it's as if u got a B+ not an A. Well you get my point. But that mending though, that uplifting sensation you feel after you've hit rock bottom. Emotional mending is like taking your bra off after a long day at school, or work, or whatever your occupation. Now that's a simile. Feelings are emotions, Emotions are feelings. It's all the same. it always gets better, then worse again.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

A Synonym For Emotion

Feelings are broken, they mend, and they they're broken again. It ***** so you've gotta be a man and **** it up, well with a ****** if you've got one. Breaking. It hurts. Hurricanes from hell destroying every inch of your body starting from the heart, the "center" of all the emotional ******** we call feelings. That breaking is as if your 3Ds died after you beat Pokemon x. That **** didn't save and is worth a few tears on that $55 topshop sweater all hormonal girls love. That breaking is as if you stubbed your toe and you just got your nails done, it's as if u got a B+ not an A. Well you get my point. But that mending though, that uplifting sensation you feel after you've hit rock bottom. Emotional mending is like taking your bra off after a long day at school, or work, or whatever your occupation. Now that's a simile. Feelings are emotions, Emotions are feelings. It's all the same. it always gets better, then worse again.

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