olivepoet - Hello Poetry

you you do not cry c r y you do not cry you don't i sit beside the mirror cross legged and watch and my eyes fill to the brim salty water spilling over a deep waterfall your eyes are a drout you do not cry y o u do n' t cr y do you miss my gloomy clouds?

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC

olivepoet

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you you do not cry c r y you do not cry you don't i sit beside the mirror cross legged and watch and my eyes fill to the brim salty water spilling over a deep waterfall your eyes are a drout you do not cry y o u do n' t cr y do you miss my gloomy clouds?

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its been a year and I still don't know w hat to say when so meone asks me abo ut the scars. My fri ends tell me I look t he same as I did fiv e years ago and I a m relieved, nothing has changed. She te lls me she likes the heart shape my face akes but I feel a little broken when I see na rrow noses and almo nd eyes. The song yo u burned for me two years ago still feels fa miliar but our friends hip feels like it's only taking small baby st eps forward and I a m afraid we are too g entle again, unsure. I miss it, but I don't. I m iss it. I don't I don't I don't. Things are wobb ly again. I'll be here.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

olivepoet

nothing is new (everything is new)

its been a year and I still don't know w hat to say when so meone asks me abo ut the scars. My fri ends tell me I look t he same as I did fiv e years ago and I a m relieved, nothing has changed. She te lls me she likes the heart shape my face akes but I feel a little broken when I see na rrow noses and almo nd eyes. The song yo u burned for me two years ago still feels fa miliar but our friends hip feels like it's only taking small baby st eps forward and I a m afraid we are too g entle again, unsure. I miss it, but I don't. I m iss it. I don't I don't I don't. Things are wobb ly again. I'll be here.

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today you made my bones shiver like you were the winter frost and i was an an old birch tree i can feel my leaves turning crisp breaking off, crumbling deteriorating today you made my bark peel flecks of me twisting onto the solid dirt turning cold in the frost, hard and stiff leaving me naked before you I am splinters and knots vulnerable today you came as the axeman blunt weapons at my side the deer are scattering at the noise the birds tweeting madly, desperate the wolves howling you've stolen my limbs now claimed them as your own I am only a stump

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC

olivepoet

christmas will pass and ill end up in a dumpster

today you made my bones shiver like you were the winter frost and i was an an old birch tree i can feel my leaves turning crisp breaking off, crumbling deteriorating today you made my bark peel flecks of me twisting onto the solid dirt turning cold in the frost, hard and stiff leaving me naked before you I am splinters and knots vulnerable today you came as the axeman blunt weapons at my side the deer are scattering at the noise the birds tweeting madly, desperate the wolves howling you've stolen my limbs now claimed them as your own I am only a stump

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maybe you can hear my whispering to you in the dark my letters are crumpled pieces of landscape in the trashbin im trying to speak to you with my silence but i cant lose my lips blah

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

olivepoet

blah

maybe you can hear my whispering to you in the dark my letters are crumpled pieces of landscape in the trashbin im trying to speak to you with my silence but i cant lose my lips blah

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being caught in your chest with my face tucked into your shirt while the actors fought on the screen and i could hear the blood pouring while you laughed at my squeals standing between aisles ten minutes before closing with the music scratching softly on the speaker my jean jacket and the plastic cup filled with tea and the man who looked up as i laughed spring air on my arms as I walk out the door and you follow behind me shouting my name the cool of the concrete as I rest my head and think about how manufactured your smile looked like a product you produced curled in a ball with the door creaking and my breath is loud shaking the bed turn on the radio with the projecting noise to cancel out solidarity

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Jul 26, 2014

Jul 26, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC

olivepoet

night time

being caught in your chest with my face tucked into your shirt while the actors fought on the screen and i could hear the blood pouring while you laughed at my squeals standing between aisles ten minutes before closing with the music scratching softly on the speaker my jean jacket and the plastic cup filled with tea and the man who looked up as i laughed spring air on my arms as I walk out the door and you follow behind me shouting my name the cool of the concrete as I rest my head and think about how manufactured your smile looked like a product you produced curled in a ball with the door creaking and my breath is loud shaking the bed turn on the radio with the projecting noise to cancel out solidarity

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I think you can cry away ten thousand years of dirt and grime I think you can stuff feelings away in a clear container too (keep them from getting soiled) I think "I am young and have so much to live for" I think " everything I experience is a mistake and I must mature" I think "I hope to god I have not yet peaked" (its only downhill from there) (id still rather walk up Everest and see the top than stick to the bike path beside my house)

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC

olivepoet

what am I missing

I think you can cry away ten thousand years of dirt and grime I think you can stuff feelings away in a clear container too (keep them from getting soiled) I think "I am young and have so much to live for" I think " everything I experience is a mistake and I must mature" I think "I hope to god I have not yet peaked" (its only downhill from there) (id still rather walk up Everest and see the top than stick to the bike path beside my house)

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I have no hard feelings I will look at your skirt and think "wow" and not comment on the person that occupies it I can pretend you're transparent that helps me

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC

olivepoet

strategy #1

I have no hard feelings I will look at your skirt and think "wow" and not comment on the person that occupies it I can pretend you're transparent that helps me

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I like riding the bus at 8:00 am when the windows are foggy (I only ride in the back, on the first floor) I thought about your birthday coming up I've been shivering I can't tell if you passed through me like a ghost, again or if its the AC blaring on my legs or the man's fingers I'm pressed into I like riding the bus at 8:00 am but I still squeeze my eyes closed at the train tracks the AC gets a little less bearable

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC

olivepoet

I thought I saw you in Puerto Rico

I like riding the bus at 8:00 am when the windows are foggy (I only ride in the back, on the first floor) I thought about your birthday coming up I've been shivering I can't tell if you passed through me like a ghost, again or if its the AC blaring on my legs or the man's fingers I'm pressed into I like riding the bus at 8:00 am but I still squeeze my eyes closed at the train tracks the AC gets a little less bearable

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I know you better than anyone so why don't I know you at all? blonde wisps of hair used to fall into your eyes almost transparent, angelic now your roots are brown and your hair falls in messy spirals away from your forehead out of the way I can see the blue in your eyes and it scares me you used to look at me so tenderly we thought about distance and the space between us you asked me about everything now I see exhaustion in your features it is not the lack of sleep I know you better than anyone so why don't I know you at all?

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC

olivepoet

I still think about you

I know you better than anyone so why don't I know you at all? blonde wisps of hair used to fall into your eyes almost transparent, angelic now your roots are brown and your hair falls in messy spirals away from your forehead out of the way I can see the blue in your eyes and it scares me you used to look at me so tenderly we thought about distance and the space between us you asked me about everything now I see exhaustion in your features it is not the lack of sleep I know you better than anyone so why don't I know you at all?

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I'm staring at a dead flower I won't throw it away It's still bright yellow only the edges are tainted brown and it's delicate petals are floating in murky water and the leaves are greying and crumpled the stem dripping over the rim of the vase, pathetic I won't let it die come back come back please

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

olivepoet

I'm keeping hold of nothing

I'm staring at a dead flower I won't throw it away It's still bright yellow only the edges are tainted brown and it's delicate petals are floating in murky water and the leaves are greying and crumpled the stem dripping over the rim of the vase, pathetic I won't let it die come back come back please

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