perfectsilence - Hello Poetry

i feel new, i no longer have chains holding me down, i no longer feel like i have to take my time, hold my tongue; be a good girl now, i feel new, i can stretch my arms i won't me a brick wall, taunting me; i want out but they hate when i am free, i feel new, i can feel the sun on my skin, the rain on my lips, the wind in my hair, the love in your kiss, i am new, no longer in the past, i am the future, i'm more than happy with that.

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC

perfectsilence

new

i feel new, i no longer have chains holding me down, i no longer feel like i have to take my time, hold my tongue; be a good girl now, i feel new, i can stretch my arms i won't me a brick wall, taunting me; i want out but they hate when i am free, i feel new, i can feel the sun on my skin, the rain on my lips, the wind in my hair, the love in your kiss, i am new, no longer in the past, i am the future, i'm more than happy with that.

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now that i am older, i am faster, stronger, braver, now that i am older, i am wittier, prettier, probably, possibly, definitely, shitier, i can help it now i am older, i will continue to get older, till i am frail, pale, meek, made obsolete, they just want to press delete, i am a burden to the nation of youths, so wide-eyed and bushy tailed with determination, endless possibilities, that will come to an end, because, like me, you will get older, i promise like me, pale and meek and obsolete, someone somewhere, will press delete.

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Feb 24, 2019

Feb 24, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC

perfectsilence

\\now that i am older//

now that i am older, i am faster, stronger, braver, now that i am older, i am wittier, prettier, probably, possibly, definitely, shitier, i can help it now i am older, i will continue to get older, till i am frail, pale, meek, made obsolete, they just want to press delete, i am a burden to the nation of youths, so wide-eyed and bushy tailed with determination, endless possibilities, that will come to an end, because, like me, you will get older, i promise like me, pale and meek and obsolete, someone somewhere, will press delete.

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the colours are more vivid than I remember, Reds, oranges and yellows dance across the sky, Clouds brushing past in awe hoping to pick up the hues of sunset, Dance, Dancing, Watch, Watching time has come and gone, The stars ask if I’ve had the time of my life, ...I have The best way to spend my final day. Now eternal rest.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC

perfectsilence

Love for the sunset

the colours are more vivid than I remember, Reds, oranges and yellows dance across the sky, Clouds brushing past in awe hoping to pick up the hues of sunset, Dance, Dancing, Watch, Watching time has come and gone, The stars ask if I’ve had the time of my life, ...I have The best way to spend my final day. Now eternal rest.

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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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perfectsilence

Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may **** me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

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Have I ever dreamt of the sunrise? The new dawn, with it thoughts and opportunities. Have I ever confessed my love of the sunrise? Your image in my head, Your breath softly caressing my skin unknown to you as you are unknowning to the world sleeping beside me. The fresh morning breeze, Whistle of the leaves, The joy of the trees. My heart belongs now to the sunrise. The unknown yet known. What lies ahead... Take my hand. Inhale. Exhale. Come with me.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC

perfectsilence

Sunrise.

Have I ever dreamt of the sunrise? The new dawn, with it thoughts and opportunities. Have I ever confessed my love of the sunrise? Your image in my head, Your breath softly caressing my skin unknown to you as you are unknowning to the world sleeping beside me. The fresh morning breeze, Whistle of the leaves, The joy of the trees. My heart belongs now to the sunrise. The unknown yet known. What lies ahead... Take my hand. Inhale. Exhale. Come with me.

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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is ****** but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

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perfectsilence

May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC

William Ernest Henley

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is ****** but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

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I wrote a poem when I died... Another at my birth. A brand-new sonnet when I cried. And again when there was mirth. A song for my confession... A story for my pain... A painting for depression... And nursery rhymes for rain. My creations live inside my heart. I keep them there in shame. Yet you looked around and saw my art, And smiled all the same.

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perfectsilence

May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC

OrangeRose

I wrote a poem

I wrote a poem when I died... Another at my birth. A brand-new sonnet when I cried. And again when there was mirth. A song for my confession... A story for my pain... A painting for depression... And nursery rhymes for rain. My creations live inside my heart. I keep them there in shame. Yet you looked around and saw my art, And smiled all the same.

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I'm tired. Tired of everything. I just want to sleep, And never wake up again. No, I'm not lazy, I'm not running away from life. I'm just tired of the world and myself, And too tired to change anything.

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perfectsilence

May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

blackleaf

Tired

I'm tired. Tired of everything. I just want to sleep, And never wake up again. No, I'm not lazy, I'm not running away from life. I'm just tired of the world and myself, And too tired to change anything.

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If I was to sit here and tell you my pain we’d be here for hours, Pain is inevitable, For some endless, For me a darkness and lingers in the back of my mind waiting for a moment to envelop me in a blanket so heavy I have no way out, I have to wait. For someone outside that darkness to just whisper my name so I can swim up and just breathe. This darkness is wide, Even as I cry out to this darkness it has no sympathy, My pain is mean, Heartless, My struggle is its joy, My hurt is relief, My sorrow is a sweet aroma to the stretch of my happiness, Yes, I smile. A lot in fact, But is it real? I’m the best actress you’ve ever seen, My smile is laced with the pain; darkness; hurt and sorrow that you will never see so, please! Allow me to grieve for the happiness I can’t feel. I forgot how it feels, it’s numb but pain... You’ve all but won.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC

perfectsilence

My pain//

If I was to sit here and tell you my pain we’d be here for hours, Pain is inevitable, For some endless, For me a darkness and lingers in the back of my mind waiting for a moment to envelop me in a blanket so heavy I have no way out, I have to wait. For someone outside that darkness to just whisper my name so I can swim up and just breathe. This darkness is wide, Even as I cry out to this darkness it has no sympathy, My pain is mean, Heartless, My struggle is its joy, My hurt is relief, My sorrow is a sweet aroma to the stretch of my happiness, Yes, I smile. A lot in fact, But is it real? I’m the best actress you’ve ever seen, My smile is laced with the pain; darkness; hurt and sorrow that you will never see so, please! Allow me to grieve for the happiness I can’t feel. I forgot how it feels, it’s numb but pain... You’ve all but won.

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i love you, i truly do. i love your eyes as they gaze down at me i see my reflection in your stare, i see you see me. your lips as they caress my name lovingly falling from you, i revel in the moment. your touch. how it ignites my heart sending it racing trying to burst from my chest. an answer to your call. how i love you, i truly do.

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC

perfectsilence

Truly

i love you, i truly do. i love your eyes as they gaze down at me i see my reflection in your stare, i see you see me. your lips as they caress my name lovingly falling from you, i revel in the moment. your touch. how it ignites my heart sending it racing trying to burst from my chest. an answer to your call. how i love you, i truly do.

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