olivia-26 - Hello Poetry

You looked great tonight. You seemed to be in your element, Surrounded by rich people, You looked rich too. I’ve never seen you in these types of events But I guess I had to find out who you are. The you that everybody sees, The you for the public. You looked fantastic in this waistcoat. I’ve never really liked this outfit, But it looks good on you. You were praised tonight, I know you’re used to it, But I was not used to hearing all of these persons only complimenting you. You didn’t see me that night. Everybody saw me because I was out of place. I suddenly became a stranger in your eyes. You invited me, But not my clothes apparently. Stay with your waistcoat and your money Tonight I’m free. Free of judgements Free of criticisms Free of you. I’ll leave in my dress. I’ll leave with my heart and my values Stay with your waistcoat and your shallow mind.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC

- Waistcoat -

You looked great tonight. You seemed to be in your element, Surrounded by rich people, You looked rich too. I’ve never seen you in these types of events But I guess I had to find out who you are. The you that everybody sees, The you for the public. You looked fantastic in this waistcoat. I’ve never really liked this outfit, But it looks good on you. You were praised tonight, I know you’re used to it, But I was not used to hearing all of these persons only complimenting you. You didn’t see me that night. Everybody saw me because I was out of place. I suddenly became a stranger in your eyes. You invited me, But not my clothes apparently. Stay with your waistcoat and your money Tonight I’m free. Free of judgements Free of criticisms Free of you. I’ll leave in my dress. I’ll leave with my heart and my values Stay with your waistcoat and your shallow mind.

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You used to be my favourite encounter. I used to go to this park And just sit on a bench Pretending to read my book Pretending to listen to the birds singing Pretending to observe the nature Pretending to take pictures. But I was just waiting for you. Everyday, around lunchtime, you came. You ordered at that bar You wrote some words In that little notebook that you carried with you everywhere And then you were gone. Once, you came with someone. He was a friend of yours I think, He asked you what was in your notebook. I remember that I listened carefully : “Drawings” that’s what you said. But I knew you were lying. I’ve seen you, several times, writing. Why would you lie? When we started to talk, some months after, I asked you the same question You had the same answer. But then you added : “Because for me, words are drawings. I don’t look at what they mean But at what they look like.” I like encounter as a word Because it is all tied up, You can write it at one go But you have to raise your pen To finish the cross on the T. We too, were together, But at some point we had to part, Only to meet up the following day In an interminable encounter.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC

- Encounter -

You used to be my favourite encounter. I used to go to this park And just sit on a bench Pretending to read my book Pretending to listen to the birds singing Pretending to observe the nature Pretending to take pictures. But I was just waiting for you. Everyday, around lunchtime, you came. You ordered at that bar You wrote some words In that little notebook that you carried with you everywhere And then you were gone. Once, you came with someone. He was a friend of yours I think, He asked you what was in your notebook. I remember that I listened carefully : “Drawings” that’s what you said. But I knew you were lying. I’ve seen you, several times, writing. Why would you lie? When we started to talk, some months after, I asked you the same question You had the same answer. But then you added : “Because for me, words are drawings. I don’t look at what they mean But at what they look like.” I like encounter as a word Because it is all tied up, You can write it at one go But you have to raise your pen To finish the cross on the T. We too, were together, But at some point we had to part, Only to meet up the following day In an interminable encounter.

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You are the missing piece of my puzzle. That’s what you once said. That’s what I once believed. But I guess you could finish your puzzle without me Because I’m no longer by your side. You threw me away. Maybe I belong to another puzzle, Because I didn’t belong to you. I just want to be enough, I just want to find my place in this world. What role am I supposed to play? This is the only thing I will ask today. Because I know you don’t like when I talk. I was supposed to be a part of the puzzle, Not another puzzle. I was supposed to complete you, Not to be your equal. We are not the same. But at least I’m useful. And I’ll be useful to somebody else. I let you flirting, Try to find another piece, Because I’m not compatible with you, Because I’m not yours And I don’t want to be yours. I want to be my own puzzle. And even if I’m only a piece of a puzzle, I will fight. Because you’re not a puzzle without me, But I’m a piece without you.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC

- Puzzle -

You are the missing piece of my puzzle. That’s what you once said. That’s what I once believed. But I guess you could finish your puzzle without me Because I’m no longer by your side. You threw me away. Maybe I belong to another puzzle, Because I didn’t belong to you. I just want to be enough, I just want to find my place in this world. What role am I supposed to play? This is the only thing I will ask today. Because I know you don’t like when I talk. I was supposed to be a part of the puzzle, Not another puzzle. I was supposed to complete you, Not to be your equal. We are not the same. But at least I’m useful. And I’ll be useful to somebody else. I let you flirting, Try to find another piece, Because I’m not compatible with you, Because I’m not yours And I don’t want to be yours. I want to be my own puzzle. And even if I’m only a piece of a puzzle, I will fight. Because you’re not a puzzle without me, But I’m a piece without you.

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Sometimes I have thoughts I should not have. This kind of scary thoughts. The ones you don’t want anyone to know about. The ones that make you look around in order to make sure that no one can read your mind. As if someone could have, just at that particular moment, that particular power. But you have to make sure that nobody is looking strangely at you, Because even to a stranger, It is delicate to admit that this kind of thoughts crosses your mind from time to time. I don’t know if I like those thoughts. I don’t know if, because they are the product of my mind, I should be attached to them. I don’t know if they are really mine, Or if someone is speaking through me, As if someone was trying to reach me, to come in contact with me. As if these thoughts made me special. But they are still scary thoughts, disturbing thoughts. And you know they don’t come from nowhere You know they have a purpose in your life You know they have a reason to cross your mind and disturb your peace. But you can’t throw them away because they are yours. And you have learnt to cherish what is yours and only yours, What can’t be taken away from you. So you keep them with you, in your back pocket, And you pray for them to stay in there and not to scatter Like little ashes made of fire, still hot and untouchable, but fascinating. These are the thoughts that come to haunt me whenever the silence surrounds me. They keep me company. But they are scary, because they can make you think about things you had never thought about, They can make you see yourself in a different way, They can make you feel invisible even for yourself. That’s why I can’t help but fearing those thoughts. Because they have power. And they won’t hesitate to burn.

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

- Thoughts -

Sometimes I have thoughts I should not have. This kind of scary thoughts. The ones you don’t want anyone to know about. The ones that make you look around in order to make sure that no one can read your mind. As if someone could have, just at that particular moment, that particular power. But you have to make sure that nobody is looking strangely at you, Because even to a stranger, It is delicate to admit that this kind of thoughts crosses your mind from time to time. I don’t know if I like those thoughts. I don’t know if, because they are the product of my mind, I should be attached to them. I don’t know if they are really mine, Or if someone is speaking through me, As if someone was trying to reach me, to come in contact with me. As if these thoughts made me special. But they are still scary thoughts, disturbing thoughts. And you know they don’t come from nowhere You know they have a purpose in your life You know they have a reason to cross your mind and disturb your peace. But you can’t throw them away because they are yours. And you have learnt to cherish what is yours and only yours, What can’t be taken away from you. So you keep them with you, in your back pocket, And you pray for them to stay in there and not to scatter Like little ashes made of fire, still hot and untouchable, but fascinating. These are the thoughts that come to haunt me whenever the silence surrounds me. They keep me company. But they are scary, because they can make you think about things you had never thought about, They can make you see yourself in a different way, They can make you feel invisible even for yourself. That’s why I can’t help but fearing those thoughts. Because they have power. And they won’t hesitate to burn.

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Souffle. That means breath in French. And many other things that I can’t describe. That means that I am in peace. That means that I have the right to exist Just because I, too, breathe. I, too, am alive. I, too, can speak for myself. I belong to the living ones. I inhale. I exhale. I breathe. That long expiration, As I close my eyes, Is the only proof that I exist. That’s why this word might be my favourite Because thanks to it, I have the certainty of my existence. That’s a short and soft word With a deep meaning to it And a deep meaning to me.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC

Souffle

Souffle. That means breath in French. And many other things that I can’t describe. That means that I am in peace. That means that I have the right to exist Just because I, too, breathe. I, too, am alive. I, too, can speak for myself. I belong to the living ones. I inhale. I exhale. I breathe. That long expiration, As I close my eyes, Is the only proof that I exist. That’s why this word might be my favourite Because thanks to it, I have the certainty of my existence. That’s a short and soft word With a deep meaning to it And a deep meaning to me.

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My mind is a maze. You’re not the one trying to find the entrance, I'm the one trying to find the exit. I am the lost one The outcast The one who wanted to understand the world The one who was betrayed The one who wanted to laugh The one who had dreams. And I thought we shared the same dream I thought we were together Hand in hand And that we were moving forward In the same direction. But you left me. You left me here, alone, in my own maze. The dreams I had started to vanish And the trust I put into you just disappeared. I had a dream with you And now that dream is only mine. The dream we once shared is now my dream. And as I keep it with me, I try to find the exit of my own maze.

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC

Maze

My mind is a maze. You’re not the one trying to find the entrance, I'm the one trying to find the exit. I am the lost one The outcast The one who wanted to understand the world The one who was betrayed The one who wanted to laugh The one who had dreams. And I thought we shared the same dream I thought we were together Hand in hand And that we were moving forward In the same direction. But you left me. You left me here, alone, in my own maze. The dreams I had started to vanish And the trust I put into you just disappeared. I had a dream with you And now that dream is only mine. The dream we once shared is now my dream. And as I keep it with me, I try to find the exit of my own maze.

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Two blue piercing eyes A luminous sky And your hand in mine. Our breaths becoming one A bright green esplanade Two pigeons flying above the clouds To reach the unreachable To dream of being free To leave what was once their land. I’m biting my nails and you’re looking at me. I’m wondering for how long you will stay this time. Will you leave without a word Or will you disappear ? I know you will leave anyway… Not that I don’t trust you, It’s me, that I don’t trust. I know you’re in my head But doesn’t that make you more real? I want to make a promise To myself, to you, to your eyes, to the sky. I want to promise you that I will fight And maybe I’ll get closer to the unreachable.

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC

The Unreachable

Two blue piercing eyes A luminous sky And your hand in mine. Our breaths becoming one A bright green esplanade Two pigeons flying above the clouds To reach the unreachable To dream of being free To leave what was once their land. I’m biting my nails and you’re looking at me. I’m wondering for how long you will stay this time. Will you leave without a word Or will you disappear ? I know you will leave anyway… Not that I don’t trust you, It’s me, that I don’t trust. I know you’re in my head But doesn’t that make you more real? I want to make a promise To myself, to you, to your eyes, to the sky. I want to promise you that I will fight And maybe I’ll get closer to the unreachable.

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Solitude kills me. Their gaiety sickens me. Over eighteen years living in a world I can't seem to fit in, In a life I've never wished for, In a body that is not mine. Who am I ?

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC

Who am I ?

Solitude kills me. Their gaiety sickens me. Over eighteen years living in a world I can't seem to fit in, In a life I've never wished for, In a body that is not mine. Who am I ?

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