ninamarie - Hello Poetry

Silence is said to be the loudest sound. Years of enjoyment shadowed by impending doom. The smoke filling every room She loved the smell of the exhaust And never thought of the cost The burn she would feel in the back of her throat Her favorite part, she would gloat The rush from the nicotine The soft, happy tickling The itch of addiction that had to be scratched Unsuspecting, she quickly became attached Uncaring and inhaling Her lungs were failing She knew this now after only thirty-two Silence is said to be the loudest sound. If she were able to speak, she would tell you.

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC

ninamarie

Silence

Silence is said to be the loudest sound. Years of enjoyment shadowed by impending doom. The smoke filling every room She loved the smell of the exhaust And never thought of the cost The burn she would feel in the back of her throat Her favorite part, she would gloat The rush from the nicotine The soft, happy tickling The itch of addiction that had to be scratched Unsuspecting, she quickly became attached Uncaring and inhaling Her lungs were failing She knew this now after only thirty-two Silence is said to be the loudest sound. If she were able to speak, she would tell you.

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The story is always the same A young girl gives her heart She lets herself go insane And they end up apart

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC

ninamarie

Tragic

The story is always the same A young girl gives her heart She lets herself go insane And they end up apart

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He gave me true lust I loved His kisses and His touch I held Him in secret And it was our little game We played like children Meaningless promises Blushing gazes Every night a new adventure He could have had me A willingness no other possessed Until my honesty turned to poison And I became His yesterday Spoken words meant nothing The game was only that But He played it too well Now the violent end has come He thinks He won But the most harmful of all Was the act I did myself, Letting Him into my life

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC

ninamarie

Abuse

He gave me true lust I loved His kisses and His touch I held Him in secret And it was our little game We played like children Meaningless promises Blushing gazes Every night a new adventure He could have had me A willingness no other possessed Until my honesty turned to poison And I became His yesterday Spoken words meant nothing The game was only that But He played it too well Now the violent end has come He thinks He won But the most harmful of all Was the act I did myself, Letting Him into my life

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I've done things, I wish I could undo I've regretted them, and this is very true But what is a lie Is that if I were to die I'd cast myself away And regret who I am, on my dying day There have been mistakes I've made And debts I've paid But I wouldn't want to live If there was no gift to give I wouldn't want to stay I'd wish to go, on my dying day I've had frowns and smiles I've travelled millions of miles I've been all the places I've wished to be I've seen all the things I've wished to see So when I know it's time, I'll be okay I'll be satisfied, on my dying day

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC

ninamarie

On My Dying Day

I've done things, I wish I could undo I've regretted them, and this is very true But what is a lie Is that if I were to die I'd cast myself away And regret who I am, on my dying day There have been mistakes I've made And debts I've paid But I wouldn't want to live If there was no gift to give I wouldn't want to stay I'd wish to go, on my dying day I've had frowns and smiles I've travelled millions of miles I've been all the places I've wished to be I've seen all the things I've wished to see So when I know it's time, I'll be okay I'll be satisfied, on my dying day

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People cling to the past Over the years we feel regret And those emotions last forever Until we decide to let them go We release regret by forgiveness And although it takes tears We feel the heavy burden lift And forget our sorrows

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Nov 28, 2013

Nov 28, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC

ninamarie

Untitled

People cling to the past Over the years we feel regret And those emotions last forever Until we decide to let them go We release regret by forgiveness And although it takes tears We feel the heavy burden lift And forget our sorrows

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I need help The one thing I can't voice A cry that remains unheard By all ears Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't show A mask that remains unseen By all eyes Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't feel A burden that remains untouched By all shoulders Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't have A thought that remains unknown By all minds Except for my own

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Nov 23, 2013

Nov 23, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC

ninamarie

My Own

I need help The one thing I can't voice A cry that remains unheard By all ears Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't show A mask that remains unseen By all eyes Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't feel A burden that remains untouched By all shoulders Except for my own I need help The one thing I can't have A thought that remains unknown By all minds Except for my own

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Then I was a child Then times were wild Then knowledge slipped past my understanding Then I was in flight and afraid of landing Because... Then I was a different person from now I hear it in my voice and see it in my body yet I still don't know how Now I am far bigger than I was then Yet I am smaller on the inside and my memories must comfort me again Because... Now I'm still young though not young enough Now times are merciless and tough Now happiness has slipped past my sight Now I've landed and I fear flight

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May 26, 2013

May 26, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC

ninamarie

Then and Now

Then I was a child Then times were wild Then knowledge slipped past my understanding Then I was in flight and afraid of landing Because... Then I was a different person from now I hear it in my voice and see it in my body yet I still don't know how Now I am far bigger than I was then Yet I am smaller on the inside and my memories must comfort me again Because... Now I'm still young though not young enough Now times are merciless and tough Now happiness has slipped past my sight Now I've landed and I fear flight

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There's one day in a month When the sky is very dark And with it comes the shadows of humanity But we'd be lucky to have wars last only one night Shrouded in blackness, we are the horrors that cause nightmares The crescent, with its sliver of paleness It is the overpowering hand of discrimination Destruction comes in many different forms Curved like a scythe and sharp at the tips Oddly shaped, we are those who judge so wrongly The moon in its first quarter shows more than good and evil It houses purity and serenity in white But the other half is black with invinsibilty and unkindness It is split in half like a heart torn between two decisions Opposite colors, we are the creators of love and hate Brighter and bigger the gibbous moon is ignorance The incomplete light is a lack of awareness to global conflicts Poverty is ignored and wars happen "some place else" Drugs and abuse are only scenes from dramatic movies Partially dark, we are those who don't live for the benefit of others But when the moon is at its fullest, its brightest We can see our world completely out of the darkness With no black to shield our eyes we see the truth Reality hits our senses and we long for forgiveness Illumination, we are those who regret our mistakes

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC

ninamarie

Phases of the Moon

There's one day in a month When the sky is very dark And with it comes the shadows of humanity But we'd be lucky to have wars last only one night Shrouded in blackness, we are the horrors that cause nightmares The crescent, with its sliver of paleness It is the overpowering hand of discrimination Destruction comes in many different forms Curved like a scythe and sharp at the tips Oddly shaped, we are those who judge so wrongly The moon in its first quarter shows more than good and evil It houses purity and serenity in white But the other half is black with invinsibilty and unkindness It is split in half like a heart torn between two decisions Opposite colors, we are the creators of love and hate Brighter and bigger the gibbous moon is ignorance The incomplete light is a lack of awareness to global conflicts Poverty is ignored and wars happen "some place else" Drugs and abuse are only scenes from dramatic movies Partially dark, we are those who don't live for the benefit of others But when the moon is at its fullest, its brightest We can see our world completely out of the darkness With no black to shield our eyes we see the truth Reality hits our senses and we long for forgiveness Illumination, we are those who regret our mistakes

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