renee-yvonne-chen - Hello Poetry

Catch his eye. Blink twice. Smile coyly. As he heads towards you, turn your head. Walk away. But swing your arms, just so. In a way that'll give him the chance to catch your hand in his. Nudge him playfully on the shoulder. Laugh at everything he says. Unless he's pouring his heart out to you. Then, listen intently. Let him be a gentleman. Let him pay for dates. Just make sure you pick the cheapest thing on the menu. Eat. Don't order a salad and pick at it; it's a waste of food. Don't starve yourself in an effort to appear borderline anorexic. You'll have to deal with awkward tummy grumbles later. Don't let him objectify you, But accept all his compliments graciously. Believe him when he tells you you're beautiful. But don't get too comfortable. Be insecure. Because it means you don't take him for granted. Because it means you appreciate him. Because it means you care. Tell him when you're worried. Tell him when you're scared. And let him wrap you in his arms and tell you it's ok. Let him tell you everything will all work out. And let yourself believe him. Trust him completely, But not too quickly. Because the heart is fragile; It must transfer hands slowly. Realize that you love him. If you cannot bring the words to your lips, then tell him with your eyes. Tell him in the way your hands fit together. Tell him with soft kisses. And know that he'll understand the words behind your silence.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC

Unsolicited Advice for Teenage Girls

Catch his eye. Blink twice. Smile coyly. As he heads towards you, turn your head. Walk away. But swing your arms, just so. In a way that'll give him the chance to catch your hand in his. Nudge him playfully on the shoulder. Laugh at everything he says. Unless he's pouring his heart out to you. Then, listen intently. Let him be a gentleman. Let him pay for dates. Just make sure you pick the cheapest thing on the menu. Eat. Don't order a salad and pick at it; it's a waste of food. Don't starve yourself in an effort to appear borderline anorexic. You'll have to deal with awkward tummy grumbles later. Don't let him objectify you, But accept all his compliments graciously. Believe him when he tells you you're beautiful. But don't get too comfortable. Be insecure. Because it means you don't take him for granted. Because it means you appreciate him. Because it means you care. Tell him when you're worried. Tell him when you're scared. And let him wrap you in his arms and tell you it's ok. Let him tell you everything will all work out. And let yourself believe him. Trust him completely, But not too quickly. Because the heart is fragile; It must transfer hands slowly. Realize that you love him. If you cannot bring the words to your lips, then tell him with your eyes. Tell him in the way your hands fit together. Tell him with soft kisses. And know that he'll understand the words behind your silence.

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I sat at my desk, poised. Calculated. Pencil in hand, I wrote each line slow and straight so that the page would be a page of print marks of lead so mechanical that the answers had to be right. I sigh. Anxious. In my little town, my small world was everything. It was massive and impressive. Daunting. Terrifying. Each little breeze would pick me up and throw me across the room, leaving me winded. Breathless. Now I sit on the couch, leaning my head against his shoulder. My words are a scrawl, a scribbled mix of loopy cursive and hurried print racing across a notebook crookedly propped on my knee. I sigh. Content. The city rises and falls, the steady thump of my heart. Silent and small in comparison to the rambunctious world swirling in circles over and over again. It is bustling and unnerving. Promising. Intoxicating. The papers beneath me flutter as the wind picks up, but I stand my ground. Afraid. But undeterred.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC

Metamorphosis

I sat at my desk, poised. Calculated. Pencil in hand, I wrote each line slow and straight so that the page would be a page of print marks of lead so mechanical that the answers had to be right. I sigh. Anxious. In my little town, my small world was everything. It was massive and impressive. Daunting. Terrifying. Each little breeze would pick me up and throw me across the room, leaving me winded. Breathless. Now I sit on the couch, leaning my head against his shoulder. My words are a scrawl, a scribbled mix of loopy cursive and hurried print racing across a notebook crookedly propped on my knee. I sigh. Content. The city rises and falls, the steady thump of my heart. Silent and small in comparison to the rambunctious world swirling in circles over and over again. It is bustling and unnerving. Promising. Intoxicating. The papers beneath me flutter as the wind picks up, but I stand my ground. Afraid. But undeterred.

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Unparalleled beauty, a reflection in the mirror. To the world's inattentive eye, it couldn't be clearer. Smiling, she shone, her appearance alluring. At first glance, she was gorgeous, beauty only maturing. A mirror, she was used by others, free and unfettered. As they primped and they powdered, flipped their hair, fixed their sweaters. Whitewashed into a white bread world, the masquerade was what mattered, the layers of paint covering the cracks, not the disheartened soul, broken and battered. She reflected the world's superficial dream, hiding the emotional menagerie. Not a girl; she never spoke, A fragile mirror, she didn't bend, she broke. The world's superficial abuse made insecure cracks become fissures. Distorted lines marring her figure. Smiles became sneers pitifully given by peers. Taunts left her shattered. Jagged shards. Scattered.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC

Mirror

Unparalleled beauty, a reflection in the mirror. To the world's inattentive eye, it couldn't be clearer. Smiling, she shone, her appearance alluring. At first glance, she was gorgeous, beauty only maturing. A mirror, she was used by others, free and unfettered. As they primped and they powdered, flipped their hair, fixed their sweaters. Whitewashed into a white bread world, the masquerade was what mattered, the layers of paint covering the cracks, not the disheartened soul, broken and battered. She reflected the world's superficial dream, hiding the emotional menagerie. Not a girl; she never spoke, A fragile mirror, she didn't bend, she broke. The world's superficial abuse made insecure cracks become fissures. Distorted lines marring her figure. Smiles became sneers pitifully given by peers. Taunts left her shattered. Jagged shards. Scattered.

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What do you do when you wake from your sleep? Do you mumble and grumble, or not make a peep? Do you throw your covers overhead, escaping all time To return to your sweet dreams, where nothing will bind? When the day dawns and work needs to be done, Sometimes we can't help but just want to run From the stresses of life as they beat and they batter, As they wait at your door, their knocks getting louder. Some people frown; they groan and they pout, Others, unfazed, just dawdle about. There are people who jump up to greet the day, While others, brows furrowed, shake their heads in dismay. When I wake, I don't toss and turn. I don't frown, although there's something I yearn. Each day now, I wake with a smile on my face, For my mind thinks only of our fingers, enlaced. And the comfort I feel, wrapped tight in your arms, Keeping me safe, guarding me from all harm. The thought of your voice, soft in my ear, Leaves my mind muddled yet simultaneously clear.

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

Mind in the Morning

What do you do when you wake from your sleep? Do you mumble and grumble, or not make a peep? Do you throw your covers overhead, escaping all time To return to your sweet dreams, where nothing will bind? When the day dawns and work needs to be done, Sometimes we can't help but just want to run From the stresses of life as they beat and they batter, As they wait at your door, their knocks getting louder. Some people frown; they groan and they pout, Others, unfazed, just dawdle about. There are people who jump up to greet the day, While others, brows furrowed, shake their heads in dismay. When I wake, I don't toss and turn. I don't frown, although there's something I yearn. Each day now, I wake with a smile on my face, For my mind thinks only of our fingers, enlaced. And the comfort I feel, wrapped tight in your arms, Keeping me safe, guarding me from all harm. The thought of your voice, soft in my ear, Leaves my mind muddled yet simultaneously clear.

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When people you know become people you knew, When friends become strangers you just can't get through to. Change happens so quickly as time rushes past, You can try all you want, but close ties just won't last. The crooked smile you once sought can't be found, In its place a cold, deep, unfamiliar frown. This path that I take, it's all on my own, There's no trace of the warm house I'd once called a home. I try to let go, escape old memories with age, But the harder I try, the tighter the cage. Memories once false, now memories true. Rosy retrospection, now splotches of blue. The pleasant memories, once neat and pristine, Full of pastel colors: pinks, yellows and greens, Now sneer scathingly, they're superficial and fake. The past, once so beautiful, now a giant mistake.

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

Memories

When people you know become people you knew, When friends become strangers you just can't get through to. Change happens so quickly as time rushes past, You can try all you want, but close ties just won't last. The crooked smile you once sought can't be found, In its place a cold, deep, unfamiliar frown. This path that I take, it's all on my own, There's no trace of the warm house I'd once called a home. I try to let go, escape old memories with age, But the harder I try, the tighter the cage. Memories once false, now memories true. Rosy retrospection, now splotches of blue. The pleasant memories, once neat and pristine, Full of pastel colors: pinks, yellows and greens, Now sneer scathingly, they're superficial and fake. The past, once so beautiful, now a giant mistake.

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8-years-old, he comes alone Bruised and battered to a broken home Tears in his eyes that he won't let out Because his father once said life's nothing to cry about For years, he had a bulls-eye pinned to his back He was nothing but the target of taunts and attacks He didn't feel love, just punches and shoves Once, he'd tried praying for help from above Sometimes he called the lockers he's shoved into, home Now laying, ice cold, his parents insist they had never known Because as he got older, he learned how to hide the scars Learned to smile even while he felt caged behind bars Growing up, his mom said kisses would make it all better Now all that's left of him is a body and a letter Only 15, nowhere near an adult How could they ever think she could handle the insults Staring at her emaciated body, all she saw was fat It's what the media told her: short, ugly, a brat She let boys take advantage; they'd said it'd make her feel better Their hands rubbing the skin and bones beneath her sweater Until no one would touch her, too brittle to break No one wanted to **** her, to make that mistake But to her, losing touch meant she was no longer wanted A feeling that left her cadaverous body empty and haunted No one stopped her, they looked on as she stopped taking bites They just watched as she gave up the will to fight Kisses can only help for so long But there comes a point where we can no longer be strong

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Feb 11, 2014

Feb 11, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

Kiss It Better

8-years-old, he comes alone Bruised and battered to a broken home Tears in his eyes that he won't let out Because his father once said life's nothing to cry about For years, he had a bulls-eye pinned to his back He was nothing but the target of taunts and attacks He didn't feel love, just punches and shoves Once, he'd tried praying for help from above Sometimes he called the lockers he's shoved into, home Now laying, ice cold, his parents insist they had never known Because as he got older, he learned how to hide the scars Learned to smile even while he felt caged behind bars Growing up, his mom said kisses would make it all better Now all that's left of him is a body and a letter Only 15, nowhere near an adult How could they ever think she could handle the insults Staring at her emaciated body, all she saw was fat It's what the media told her: short, ugly, a brat She let boys take advantage; they'd said it'd make her feel better Their hands rubbing the skin and bones beneath her sweater Until no one would touch her, too brittle to break No one wanted to **** her, to make that mistake But to her, losing touch meant she was no longer wanted A feeling that left her cadaverous body empty and haunted No one stopped her, they looked on as she stopped taking bites They just watched as she gave up the will to fight Kisses can only help for so long But there comes a point where we can no longer be strong

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Your eyes meet mine Piercing, I'm Caught unaware Scared, unprepared Your stare leaves me naked I can no longer fake it I'm so confused and unsure Hesitant, wanting more Your hands trail slowly I'm losing all control of me Intimate, scorching heat My heart can't help but skip a beat Your fingers tracing down my spine Makes me think we've nothing but time Their path is leisurely, unhurried Winding, arching, and unworried Silence falls, cheeks flushed red Leaning in, I press my head Soothingly, against your chest Hearing each and every breath You inhale deep Open your mouth to speak At a loss for words All unsaid is heard

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC

The Unspoken

Your eyes meet mine Piercing, I'm Caught unaware Scared, unprepared Your stare leaves me naked I can no longer fake it I'm so confused and unsure Hesitant, wanting more Your hands trail slowly I'm losing all control of me Intimate, scorching heat My heart can't help but skip a beat Your fingers tracing down my spine Makes me think we've nothing but time Their path is leisurely, unhurried Winding, arching, and unworried Silence falls, cheeks flushed red Leaning in, I press my head Soothingly, against your chest Hearing each and every breath You inhale deep Open your mouth to speak At a loss for words All unsaid is heard

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At 8AM Their voices rise Angry statements No surprise By 9 Their shouts seep under doors Revealed to all Through vibrating floors At 12 Mom comes down the stairs "I'm going out." We all just stare 'Cause though she smiles Her eyes vacant And the makeup she wears Can't hide her hatred Her eyes swollen red Tears streak her face As she puts on her heels And tries leaving with grace The house is silent No one voices concern We all know she'll be back It's just something we've learned By 7 She's back pretending all's well Setting plates out for dinner For an unspoken hell By 8PM The silence grows No one speaks up And they throw silent blows Which turn into doors Slamming shut as plates fall Accusations now flying Forming a verbal squall "How could you do this?" "Well it's your fault, not mine!" "I'M NOT TO BLAME." A common tag line Above all, I hear "I have expectations of you!" Looking down, I whisper "I have expectations too."

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Nov 9, 2013

Nov 9, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC

Expectations

At 8AM Their voices rise Angry statements No surprise By 9 Their shouts seep under doors Revealed to all Through vibrating floors At 12 Mom comes down the stairs "I'm going out." We all just stare 'Cause though she smiles Her eyes vacant And the makeup she wears Can't hide her hatred Her eyes swollen red Tears streak her face As she puts on her heels And tries leaving with grace The house is silent No one voices concern We all know she'll be back It's just something we've learned By 7 She's back pretending all's well Setting plates out for dinner For an unspoken hell By 8PM The silence grows No one speaks up And they throw silent blows Which turn into doors Slamming shut as plates fall Accusations now flying Forming a verbal squall "How could you do this?" "Well it's your fault, not mine!" "I'M NOT TO BLAME." A common tag line Above all, I hear "I have expectations of you!" Looking down, I whisper "I have expectations too."

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You Don't feel a thing While curtains are drawn You're just pulling strings You're making them fight Scratch scream and cry Fighting for life Saying goodbye You're forcing them To cut all their ties Tearing the hem Of all of their lives You're forming lies And placing the blame Claiming they're allies Not puppets to tame But now there's a twist You had a role Rumors amidst All out of control Everyone knows Someone's losing their touch Things that were simple Now all way too much I don't know if you see Or can even guess who You might think it's me But really It's you.

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC

Puppet Show

You Don't feel a thing While curtains are drawn You're just pulling strings You're making them fight Scratch scream and cry Fighting for life Saying goodbye You're forcing them To cut all their ties Tearing the hem Of all of their lives You're forming lies And placing the blame Claiming they're allies Not puppets to tame But now there's a twist You had a role Rumors amidst All out of control Everyone knows Someone's losing their touch Things that were simple Now all way too much I don't know if you see Or can even guess who You might think it's me But really It's you.

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Falling for the way you make me feel for your contagious grin and the way your presence lights up the room. Laughing over the most ridiculous things over our sing-song rapping and the absurdity of life. Wishing that you would take my hand that you would kiss my lips and hold me close. Watching as you entered bliss as you held her gaze and you fell for her. Missing how it felt to be with you how your touch lingered on my skin and your voice echoed in my ears.

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May 3, 2013

May 3, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC

A Kind of Yearning.

Falling for the way you make me feel for your contagious grin and the way your presence lights up the room. Laughing over the most ridiculous things over our sing-song rapping and the absurdity of life. Wishing that you would take my hand that you would kiss my lips and hold me close. Watching as you entered bliss as you held her gaze and you fell for her. Missing how it felt to be with you how your touch lingered on my skin and your voice echoed in my ears.

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