nicole-ruth-ellis - Hello Poetry

She had a way of looking at you after one too many pegs Her stare far too focused for someone so blazed on spirits One hand reaching out almost to grab your face But you realise what she's seeking for doesn't exist in the physical realm Her hand grips your face now Gently Until you feel her nails slowly slicing down your ear Your neck feels hot as her deft fingers slip inside Her eyes locked on yours soothing any pain you should be feeling Her hand going deeper inside you Dodging artery nerves and pushing aside your muscles Only to clasp on your voice box You move your mouth in protest but no words escape And as you blink in horror, her hand is gone Your own reaches up to check the wound but there is none "What....the..fuck?" The words slip out with surprising ease You weren't expecting this You look at her in confusion Trying to search her face for an answer she refuses to disclose After 5 minutes of silence she sighs "I couldn't find the words to explain how I feel about you. So I wanted some of yours instead." Her face is closer now, her hand back to cradling your face You brace for another invasion but what you feel is the unexpected touch of her lips against yours They tasted so good you decided to give in Maybe she wasn't the one high on spirits Maybe it was you Maybe you just imagined it all "I want you"

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC

-Demon-Eyes-

She had a way of looking at you after one too many pegs Her stare far too focused for someone so blazed on spirits One hand reaching out almost to grab your face But you realise what she's seeking for doesn't exist in the physical realm Her hand grips your face now Gently Until you feel her nails slowly slicing down your ear Your neck feels hot as her deft fingers slip inside Her eyes locked on yours soothing any pain you should be feeling Her hand going deeper inside you Dodging artery nerves and pushing aside your muscles Only to clasp on your voice box You move your mouth in protest but no words escape And as you blink in horror, her hand is gone Your own reaches up to check the wound but there is none "What....the..fuck?" The words slip out with surprising ease You weren't expecting this You look at her in confusion Trying to search her face for an answer she refuses to disclose After 5 minutes of silence she sighs "I couldn't find the words to explain how I feel about you. So I wanted some of yours instead." Her face is closer now, her hand back to cradling your face You brace for another invasion but what you feel is the unexpected touch of her lips against yours They tasted so good you decided to give in Maybe she wasn't the one high on spirits Maybe it was you Maybe you just imagined it all "I want you"

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They hide in, the shadowy corners In the right-angled crevices, they wander Lying patient and calm, seemingly deceiving Your failed attempts they’re always seeing In the flickering dimness of old candlelight They slowly start growing into your sight 30% beautiful 70% terrifying A dance with them, worth the risk of dying They come when you least expect Reaching out when your misery they detect Not with the gift of peace your heart desires Rather with the fire, your soul requires

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC

where the wild things hide

They hide in, the shadowy corners In the right-angled crevices, they wander Lying patient and calm, seemingly deceiving Your failed attempts they’re always seeing In the flickering dimness of old candlelight They slowly start growing into your sight 30% beautiful 70% terrifying A dance with them, worth the risk of dying They come when you least expect Reaching out when your misery they detect Not with the gift of peace your heart desires Rather with the fire, your soul requires

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The sound of silence has always been deafening The quietness being a song of one’s reckoning Confusing eardrums and hurting our brains A weird pain it is, one impossible to explain The sound of silence has always lived inside us A quiet power we all refuse to discuss Escaping the locks and walls we built Mirroring our mistakes and reminding us our guilt The sound of silence will always make itself heard A call of danger, one never to be ignored

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Jul 9, 2018

Jul 9, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC

the sound of silence

The sound of silence has always been deafening The quietness being a song of one’s reckoning Confusing eardrums and hurting our brains A weird pain it is, one impossible to explain The sound of silence has always lived inside us A quiet power we all refuse to discuss Escaping the locks and walls we built Mirroring our mistakes and reminding us our guilt The sound of silence will always make itself heard A call of danger, one never to be ignored

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Dear Mr. Cat Quite the adventures you and I have had From needy cats purring And bedrooms with water overflowing What a frightfully weird story we seem to be writing Our somewhat poor choices Our every days Don’t they amuse you? For they do me and so much more But that’s all I can say For revealing too much Would leave things better left untouched Stretched too wide and far too open For all to see The silly vulnerability that is me Oh Mister Cat Why couldn’t this have worked out? With your sweet silences and my childish pout We could have drawn up our own world One as beautiful as was bold Filled with mysterious melodies and subtle guitar strumming And endlessly endless chapters Filled with my reckless wonderings You and I Mister Cat Have a bond so special One I could barely begin to define Every second spent with you Was worth all the time Impossibly divine My silly heart chimes Ignorant of harsh realities you’ve seen Lost in the world of what could have been But such things are better written than spoken Wiser in books that carelessly left out in the open For you are you And I, ever changing Far too young to be thinking of dating Our time is now up The bells claim with their clanging So won’t you just kiss me Be mine this one last time Before you go back to swiping online?

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC

Mister Cat

Dear Mr. Cat Quite the adventures you and I have had From needy cats purring And bedrooms with water overflowing What a frightfully weird story we seem to be writing Our somewhat poor choices Our every days Don’t they amuse you? For they do me and so much more But that’s all I can say For revealing too much Would leave things better left untouched Stretched too wide and far too open For all to see The silly vulnerability that is me Oh Mister Cat Why couldn’t this have worked out? With your sweet silences and my childish pout We could have drawn up our own world One as beautiful as was bold Filled with mysterious melodies and subtle guitar strumming And endlessly endless chapters Filled with my reckless wonderings You and I Mister Cat Have a bond so special One I could barely begin to define Every second spent with you Was worth all the time Impossibly divine My silly heart chimes Ignorant of harsh realities you’ve seen Lost in the world of what could have been But such things are better written than spoken Wiser in books that carelessly left out in the open For you are you And I, ever changing Far too young to be thinking of dating Our time is now up The bells claim with their clanging So won’t you just kiss me Be mine this one last time Before you go back to swiping online?

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Every morning she left the bed warm The nightmares of her loss bled into the sheets A ritual she endured every night My soothing words too little help The demons proved to be too strong Those of regret always were Not even my voice could chase them away My fingers failing to awaken her From this nightmare she lived in She was a woman of unimaginable strength A leader for the last dregs of us The warrior meant t lead us all To a place away from this nightmarish hell One of extinction we were at the brink of If only it made a difference Her gift could only protect her so far Her mind roamed free from its clutches Endangering her very existence into the depths of madness The 3 AM demons couldn’t be kept away Years of training now failed me And her too I hope someday One day she saves herself Because none of us can

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC

3 AM

Every morning she left the bed warm The nightmares of her loss bled into the sheets A ritual she endured every night My soothing words too little help The demons proved to be too strong Those of regret always were Not even my voice could chase them away My fingers failing to awaken her From this nightmare she lived in She was a woman of unimaginable strength A leader for the last dregs of us The warrior meant t lead us all To a place away from this nightmarish hell One of extinction we were at the brink of If only it made a difference Her gift could only protect her so far Her mind roamed free from its clutches Endangering her very existence into the depths of madness The 3 AM demons couldn’t be kept away Years of training now failed me And her too I hope someday One day she saves herself Because none of us can

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I think it's beautiful The way your hands are sturdy and calloused Not the gentle softness illustrators are known for These hands have felt real art Built from the ground up Days of mixing, moulding and texturing Breathing life into deathly white parchments I think it's beautiful The way your arms are slender yet firm Dusky brown skin holding rippling strong muscles Strengthened slowly through years of bullying and soul searching Their unsymmetrical realness known not For their harshness But for the gentle notes they strum Weaving elegantly with the quiet moving pictures on screens I think it's beautiful The way your shoulders always stand strong A declaration demanding the eyes of every being in sight Their angled rigidity know to be surprisingly nimble An immovable pillar for the melting of your body A constant transformation into unknown characters The hidden bumps of tired hands The rough ridges of calloused skin The angled sharpness of chiseled bones Hidden works of art Flitting secretively under the armor you wear The priviledge of their appearance But a few can bear

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC

Unrefined Beauty

I think it's beautiful The way your hands are sturdy and calloused Not the gentle softness illustrators are known for These hands have felt real art Built from the ground up Days of mixing, moulding and texturing Breathing life into deathly white parchments I think it's beautiful The way your arms are slender yet firm Dusky brown skin holding rippling strong muscles Strengthened slowly through years of bullying and soul searching Their unsymmetrical realness known not For their harshness But for the gentle notes they strum Weaving elegantly with the quiet moving pictures on screens I think it's beautiful The way your shoulders always stand strong A declaration demanding the eyes of every being in sight Their angled rigidity know to be surprisingly nimble An immovable pillar for the melting of your body A constant transformation into unknown characters The hidden bumps of tired hands The rough ridges of calloused skin The angled sharpness of chiseled bones Hidden works of art Flitting secretively under the armor you wear The priviledge of their appearance But a few can bear

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You know what's harder than falling for the bad guy? Falling for the others The seemingly nice ones The good guys The signs are all there afterall, Everyone can't stop raving about how wonderful he is The ideal nice guy And for a moment Just one moment of blindsidedness You believe it You let it consume you Revelling in the positives Lacing together each moment spent together Into a beautiful story The perfect beginning, middle and end Designed intricately by yours truly A potential work of art Destined for greatness perhaps Isn't it? The pride of your masterpiece destroys you Engulfing your sense of reality Blinding you from the truth The falsehood of it A piece that depicts nothing Nothing but an illusion Another dimensional reality One you don't live in And probably never will And sometimes In those rare moments of silence It comes back The crushing harsh reality Your foolhardy choices laid bare And you admit Quietly to yourself For who else can your true self be revealed to? Maybe Just maybe you were wrong Those masterful strokes of perfection The gleaming knighthood of it all Just a lie? A veil drawn over your sense of truth So strong it blinded you Completely Drowning you in its falsehoods The shores of reality no more than a distant memory You know what's worse than falling for the bad guy? Falling for the right one.

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May 17, 2017

May 17, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC

The Nice Guys

You know what's harder than falling for the bad guy? Falling for the others The seemingly nice ones The good guys The signs are all there afterall, Everyone can't stop raving about how wonderful he is The ideal nice guy And for a moment Just one moment of blindsidedness You believe it You let it consume you Revelling in the positives Lacing together each moment spent together Into a beautiful story The perfect beginning, middle and end Designed intricately by yours truly A potential work of art Destined for greatness perhaps Isn't it? The pride of your masterpiece destroys you Engulfing your sense of reality Blinding you from the truth The falsehood of it A piece that depicts nothing Nothing but an illusion Another dimensional reality One you don't live in And probably never will And sometimes In those rare moments of silence It comes back The crushing harsh reality Your foolhardy choices laid bare And you admit Quietly to yourself For who else can your true self be revealed to? Maybe Just maybe you were wrong Those masterful strokes of perfection The gleaming knighthood of it all Just a lie? A veil drawn over your sense of truth So strong it blinded you Completely Drowning you in its falsehoods The shores of reality no more than a distant memory You know what's worse than falling for the bad guy? Falling for the right one.

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When we're together It's like escaping to a magical land Locked in a stuffy room Our desires reigned recklessly free Keeping away the harsh realities of our lives Passionately intertwined as one In each others own madness Your fingers are minx like Dancing across the fretboard with thoughtless grace Strumming your thoughts through our kisses With a sharp twinkle in those quiet brown eyes Every song feels like reliving an old memory One you plucked fresh from my soul I love the way cigarettes rest on your lips A classic addition some would say But in it I see the self made man you are The way your fingers elegantly roll tobacco Baffles my clumsy mind Could a mortal be so beautifully designed?

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC

*** Guitars and Cigarettes

When we're together It's like escaping to a magical land Locked in a stuffy room Our desires reigned recklessly free Keeping away the harsh realities of our lives Passionately intertwined as one In each others own madness Your fingers are minx like Dancing across the fretboard with thoughtless grace Strumming your thoughts through our kisses With a sharp twinkle in those quiet brown eyes Every song feels like reliving an old memory One you plucked fresh from my soul I love the way cigarettes rest on your lips A classic addition some would say But in it I see the self made man you are The way your fingers elegantly roll tobacco Baffles my clumsy mind Could a mortal be so beautifully designed?

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The hardest part of your death Was not the muchness you took away Rather, How easily life went on The sun still rose sharp at 4 like always The trains rattling away on time The birds singing the same old songs like yesterday Strange isn’t it? Nothing has changed. Nothing paled now that you’re gone Life, my life, kept moving forward It’s steady pace terrifyingly normal Just a shadow of you seemed to remain Locked deep within the lost sea of my soul Your memories, that stupid smile, Forgotten The world moved on. Unchanged by the suddenness of your passing Unphased by the hole you left behind In my shockingly unstable soul A place you once called home A home now dusty and empty In an endless eternity of waiting Waiting… Forever waiting….

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC

Life Goes On...

The hardest part of your death Was not the muchness you took away Rather, How easily life went on The sun still rose sharp at 4 like always The trains rattling away on time The birds singing the same old songs like yesterday Strange isn’t it? Nothing has changed. Nothing paled now that you’re gone Life, my life, kept moving forward It’s steady pace terrifyingly normal Just a shadow of you seemed to remain Locked deep within the lost sea of my soul Your memories, that stupid smile, Forgotten The world moved on. Unchanged by the suddenness of your passing Unphased by the hole you left behind In my shockingly unstable soul A place you once called home A home now dusty and empty In an endless eternity of waiting Waiting… Forever waiting….

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A red-headed sprite With a deep love for all things music I offered 2 years to the gods of brand communication Only to discover a passion to question everything Springing into the world of harsh advertising I still retain my love for ambiguous alliterations Paired with a glass of single malt whiskey and some Chinese takeout I’m excited for this new journey into the Universe of Planners

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC

Muriel

A red-headed sprite With a deep love for all things music I offered 2 years to the gods of brand communication Only to discover a passion to question everything Springing into the world of harsh advertising I still retain my love for ambiguous alliterations Paired with a glass of single malt whiskey and some Chinese takeout I’m excited for this new journey into the Universe of Planners

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