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noella
noella
I write occasionally and recreationally. Mostly I joined this site to read other people's work because I find it enjoyable to do so. / I'd appreciate if you checked out this fellow poet on HP that I personally love: / https://hellopoetry.com/littlestories/
It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. ‘Do you love me?’ I ask. In your hesitation I found my answer.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Hesitation
The monster waits His prey near Hidden in darkness Feeding on fear.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Monster
this is the moon's quiet rose, the unfolding of the clouds, tranquility resting her head, the beautiful sea.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
this
The hinged door has fallen open inviting me to step outside - Death, be not so hurried to grasp my wrinkled hand. You've come for me too early I must make a few demands. I've not yet said farewell to those I've loved and lost, nor to those who once loved me - whose hearts suffered at great cost. One more time must I take in the fragrance of magnolia, feel the wind muss my hair, and say a final prayer. Do not pity the gasp of my last breath. Life was a sampling, a test, a temporary state of existence until Death reached with persistence. I walk slowly to my grave not taking his cold hand. Death does not afford me help. No choir voices do I hear sing, no celebration ending my life. Freedom is awaiting me, that only Death can bring. Shed no tears of sadness, tis for you I mourn and weep. You must live in this evil world and I... I shall merely be asleep.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
I've not yet said Farewell
I am but just a nickle.. That's what you said to me, when you threw it at my face "all you're worth, you worthless being" With a penny as my partner, together worth 6 cents I feel our value dropping I need out while I'm ahead. Bruises on my arms, blisters on my hands. Beatings from this guy, who calls himself a man. He's sorry for the hurt, then not sorry again. I can't do this much longer, It feels like the end. He grabs me by my hair, holds me in the tub. The bubbles fading slowly, as my lungs are good and numb. With one last breath I look to him, to see what he has done. He takes my throat, begins to choke. Its over, I am gone.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Run
I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore All their anger dispensed on the oceans floor I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze Dancing in rhythm with so much ease Look up at the trees hearing the singing of the birds Happily chirping singing at ease without words Sitting here holding my knees to my chest Watching and hearing nature at it s best I ponder how Nature could get it so right
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Lessons From Nature
Sometimes the dance floor for everyone else is a boxing ring for me I go in expecting trouble And come out bruised Or with an injured partner Spend enough time doubting your corner man And he’ll quit This shouldn’t fill you with as much relief as it does Fight the urge to be hypnotized by professional dancers Instead find a quiet studio and stare at the mirrors until they talk to you Until you talk to them Learn to dance Expect bruises But inexperienced feet still make noise Know yourself Learn yourself Not present you No mirror is clear enough for that But future you Let no matter how foggy the mirror You can still draw a moustache on your face And kids in the background Then dust yourself off And get back on the dance floor
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Expect Bruises
Not all monsters are evil and protected hearts have keyholes To one monster cutting was cutting Didn’t matter if it saves or kills To the other finding god and her maker was a goal And man or machine died in her path The monsters met They laughed They killed They saved They loved They lost each other One was captured And god’s avatar turned over the world pursuing revenge There were other deities now Ones that played with the little people The monster that was the first ones avatar did all she could Burned the world pursing her love And lost her god along the way Her god chose to sacrifice herself for the monster Because people are not interchangeable And even monsters have hearts. (c)Mottelz
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Shoot
She says "Cupid is irresponsible." I say "I think he lost my address." She says "Love hurts." I say "So do life and death." She says "I've been in love so often I feel like cupid's been using me for target practice." I say "I can count how many times I've been in love on an amputee's stump." She says "I feel bad for you." I ask "Why?" She says "Because love is worth it." I say "I have love." I say "I have known love that does not fade, The love between parents and children." I say "I have known a love both reliable and invisible The love between true friends." She says "It's not the same." I ask "How is it different?" She says "My love is like a volcano, all passion and warmth. It comes from deep inside you and flies. It flies higher than either of us ever could." She says "Your love is like a coal. Always there to keep you warm, but it'll never fly or burn like my lava." I say "Your lava crashes and cools. But so long as someone's there my coal will always burn." I say "People run from your lava, but they gather around my coal." She says "But you can't form an island with coal." I say "You're right." "Aha!" She exclaims. Thinking she's got me. "But wait." I say I tell her "I intend to find your love. To find that lava and ride it, and I know no matter what I do I can never truly prepare for it, but that doesn't mean I won't try." I say "I want that love you speak of." "But" I tell her "the only way to survive a volcano is to prepare. To strap down all your possessions and to get a gas mask." She laughs at me and with a wild look in her eyes she says "Then how do you enjoy the ride?" I smile and say "Not as much as you, but I can stay on that ride forever." She stops for a moment and looks at me. As I get down one knee and ask "Will you marry me? Will you show me that love you speak of, a love of beauty, passion and rage." and with a tear in her eye she says "Yes I'll marry you my little sage."
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Love Poem
She says "Cupid is irresponsible." I say "I think he lost my address." She says "Love hurts." I say "So do life and death." She says "I've been in love so often I feel like cupid's been using me for target practice." I say "I can count how many times I've been in love on an amputee's stump." She says "I feel bad for you." I ask "Why?" She says "Because love is worth it." I say "I have love." I say "I have known love that does not fade, The love between parents and children." I say "I have known a love both reliable and invisible The love between true friends." She says "It's not the same." I ask "How is it different?" She says "My love is like a volcano, all passion and warmth. It comes from deep inside you and flies. It flies higher than either of us ever could." She says "Your love is like a coal. Always there to keep you warm, but it'll never fly or burn like my lava." I say "Your lava crashes and cools. But so long as someone's there my coal will always burn." I say "People run from your lava, but they gather around my coal." She says "But you can't form an island with coal." I say "You're right." "Aha!" She exclaims. Thinking she's got me. "But wait." I say I tell her "I intend to find your love. To find that lava and ride it, and I know no matter what I do I can never truly prepare for it, but that doesn't mean I won't try." I say "I want that love you speak of." "But" I tell her "the only way to survive a volcano is to prepare. To strap down all your possessions and to get a gas mask." She laughs at me and with a wild look in her eyes she says "Then how do you enjoy the ride?" I smile and say "Not as much as you, but I can stay on that ride forever." She stops for a moment and looks at me. As I get down one knee and ask "Will you marry me? Will you show me that love you speak of, a love of beauty, passion and rage." and with a tear in her eye she says "Yes I'll marry you my little sage."
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