salma-elaouni - Hello Poetry

I will get a moon right there Where you kissed me I will pin it with needles and ink And make the stars watch As my skin shivers out of the hurt you have kept in me I will step away and watch from a far Maybe drink more Or hold on to my guitar I will climb every roof and curse the words for being real I will hold every ocean and swallow every fear I will keep my moon right there Beneath my ear Where it can whisper and I can hear All the things you have failed to say.

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Jan 15, 2019

Jan 15, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC

All the things you have failed to say

I will get a moon right there Where you kissed me I will pin it with needles and ink And make the stars watch As my skin shivers out of the hurt you have kept in me I will step away and watch from a far Maybe drink more Or hold on to my guitar I will climb every roof and curse the words for being real I will hold every ocean and swallow every fear I will keep my moon right there Beneath my ear Where it can whisper and I can hear All the things you have failed to say.

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I need a cigarette I want a pitch black coffee And a cigarette I need a window On the 7th floor And an empty flat Streets with chaos and corruption Allys with secrets that stink And you out of my head I want a wounded room in the middle of a clutter Where the cracks speak the terrors stuck in my throat and silhouettes with night stories. I want you Right there by the corner Where I can inhale you in the dark and steal your scent like a gem I could keep on my chest. I want you Out of my body Yet it is windy It is dim, lonely and hallow It is pulsing and it is late Late enough to sit by the window Sipping at that pitch black coffee Waiting to be saved by the morning Or a cigarette.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

A cigarette

I need a cigarette I want a pitch black coffee And a cigarette I need a window On the 7th floor And an empty flat Streets with chaos and corruption Allys with secrets that stink And you out of my head I want a wounded room in the middle of a clutter Where the cracks speak the terrors stuck in my throat and silhouettes with night stories. I want you Right there by the corner Where I can inhale you in the dark and steal your scent like a gem I could keep on my chest. I want you Out of my body Yet it is windy It is dim, lonely and hallow It is pulsing and it is late Late enough to sit by the window Sipping at that pitch black coffee Waiting to be saved by the morning Or a cigarette.

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If I should tell the world about you I would plug my heart into an amp Let the music play Until the echo turns into thunder And the earth quakes out of bass If I should tell the world about you I would place my hand on your chin And my body would speak you in shivers and lightning. There is ache underneath my skin There is tragedy There is enough poetry to defy my pride Enough ornery to stab my own mind How much stubborn hope could one breath of life carry How much fire does it take for one chest to freeze How much more agony could you bring And how much more could I give If I should tell the world about you I couldn't It would take so much of me And you have already had enough

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May 12, 2018

May 12, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

Despair

If I should tell the world about you I would plug my heart into an amp Let the music play Until the echo turns into thunder And the earth quakes out of bass If I should tell the world about you I would place my hand on your chin And my body would speak you in shivers and lightning. There is ache underneath my skin There is tragedy There is enough poetry to defy my pride Enough ornery to stab my own mind How much stubborn hope could one breath of life carry How much fire does it take for one chest to freeze How much more agony could you bring And how much more could I give If I should tell the world about you I couldn't It would take so much of me And you have already had enough

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Son of Peleus Lord of the sword Fill my wounds with whatever filled yours And I will chant of the wars you haven't gone on We'll spill our drinks for the sake of glory And curse the gods for failing our story Son of Nymph Drain my chest of whom it beats to Skin it open and tear it apart I am stuck Stuck in a ship graveyard Where ghosts speak my name in a lullaby Send me an anchor Pull me aboard We'll sail to whatever land you command And match our scars to whatever made us stand Son of Peleus Soldier of your own Take me a rebel of another time I am filled with wrath And you have already gone that path

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC

Call to Achillies

Son of Peleus Lord of the sword Fill my wounds with whatever filled yours And I will chant of the wars you haven't gone on We'll spill our drinks for the sake of glory And curse the gods for failing our story Son of Nymph Drain my chest of whom it beats to Skin it open and tear it apart I am stuck Stuck in a ship graveyard Where ghosts speak my name in a lullaby Send me an anchor Pull me aboard We'll sail to whatever land you command And match our scars to whatever made us stand Son of Peleus Soldier of your own Take me a rebel of another time I am filled with wrath And you have already gone that path

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She already knows about metaphors She knows about cliffs and edges About how much I loved all She understood the wilderness I don't want tamed Gets the fire kept for the hurt you have claimed I'm a runner Too broken to stay I'm a hider Too scared to play Chase me around the pines Find me in the dark Through the eyes that glow beneath the stars Catch me naked and touch me where I keep my scars Then Maybe Just Maybe You would understand Like she understood Or know Like she knows Till that, I will run again Catch another sunset myself Find another edge, another cliff Another metaphor For when you ask me Like she did "Why a fox?" I would say Like I did "I Love Orange"

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC

Fox Phase

She already knows about metaphors She knows about cliffs and edges About how much I loved all She understood the wilderness I don't want tamed Gets the fire kept for the hurt you have claimed I'm a runner Too broken to stay I'm a hider Too scared to play Chase me around the pines Find me in the dark Through the eyes that glow beneath the stars Catch me naked and touch me where I keep my scars Then Maybe Just Maybe You would understand Like she understood Or know Like she knows Till that, I will run again Catch another sunset myself Find another edge, another cliff Another metaphor For when you ask me Like she did "Why a fox?" I would say Like I did "I Love Orange"

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*And then he was doomed because she fell for him Everything about him was turned into poetry*

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May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC

Cursed

*And then he was doomed because she fell for him Everything about him was turned into poetry*

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You are not much of a talker Maybe that's what has gotten into me Having to look you in the eyes every time you spoke Reaching for the words you wouldn't slip Like a treasure hunt At the bottom of the ocean Never much oxygen to breathe yet enough heart beat to keep from suffocating And if I could stick my hand beneath my skin I would rip you Like another dissonant string in the middle of a perfect pitch Pull you out of my ribs and sit away in silence Tracing back the days to that one night You caught my neck between your teeth Bit your venom right into me and left The way you leave every burning temple Like a fucken coward Afraid the fire would burn further than the back of your hand Or the broken glass would cut deeper into the side of your eyebrow And I know I've got both your fears buried inside of me Ready to sting But they would never tear you apart Not the way you're tearing me In silence

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC

His silence

You are not much of a talker Maybe that's what has gotten into me Having to look you in the eyes every time you spoke Reaching for the words you wouldn't slip Like a treasure hunt At the bottom of the ocean Never much oxygen to breathe yet enough heart beat to keep from suffocating And if I could stick my hand beneath my skin I would rip you Like another dissonant string in the middle of a perfect pitch Pull you out of my ribs and sit away in silence Tracing back the days to that one night You caught my neck between your teeth Bit your venom right into me and left The way you leave every burning temple Like a fucken coward Afraid the fire would burn further than the back of your hand Or the broken glass would cut deeper into the side of your eyebrow And I know I've got both your fears buried inside of me Ready to sting But they would never tear you apart Not the way you're tearing me In silence

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Do not blame me for trying to understand That's like blaming the stars for whatever they had It's too late they're dead Do not put that blame on me I got lost and I can't find my way back I got tears I can no longer hold back I got beautiful thoughts starting to turn black Please see the fear filling my chest and ice burning my skin I am the angry roar of the storm I am the motion of the wind I am the shy glimpse of the sun I am the human Blame me Blame me for my will for the empty glass I can't fill For the questions I can't take and the walls I can't break Blame the light for breaking the dark I have spread Just don't blame the stars They are dead

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC

For The Stars

Do not blame me for trying to understand That's like blaming the stars for whatever they had It's too late they're dead Do not put that blame on me I got lost and I can't find my way back I got tears I can no longer hold back I got beautiful thoughts starting to turn black Please see the fear filling my chest and ice burning my skin I am the angry roar of the storm I am the motion of the wind I am the shy glimpse of the sun I am the human Blame me Blame me for my will for the empty glass I can't fill For the questions I can't take and the walls I can't break Blame the light for breaking the dark I have spread Just don't blame the stars They are dead

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I will let you hate me Not because you have a right to it You don’t But because your tears will turn to acid the moment you realize there is no one to blame I will let you grieve You’ve got a right to it Maybe even draw new lines between the two of us as if they haven’t drawn enough As if they haven’t already sorted us by faith and labeled us like toys A dollhouse in the middle of a shooting range Where doors do not connect and floors shake Where the sound of trigger is all we hear The smell of blood, all we crave We keep writing each others’ names into tombstones Thinking it will somehow lead us to heaven As if the key to the promise land is encrypted by the devil in ash and destruction Or the flames we’re setting outside will ever be able to wash away the ones burning inside of us I will let you run Break through the openings we managed to keep Flee Flee to the edges of this earth See the ocean There Where no hate is there

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC

Flee

I will let you hate me Not because you have a right to it You don’t But because your tears will turn to acid the moment you realize there is no one to blame I will let you grieve You’ve got a right to it Maybe even draw new lines between the two of us as if they haven’t drawn enough As if they haven’t already sorted us by faith and labeled us like toys A dollhouse in the middle of a shooting range Where doors do not connect and floors shake Where the sound of trigger is all we hear The smell of blood, all we crave We keep writing each others’ names into tombstones Thinking it will somehow lead us to heaven As if the key to the promise land is encrypted by the devil in ash and destruction Or the flames we’re setting outside will ever be able to wash away the ones burning inside of us I will let you run Break through the openings we managed to keep Flee Flee to the edges of this earth See the ocean There Where no hate is there

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Find a universe where tears taste like wine Let them sink down your throat like blood vessels Let the hurt get to the ends of your brain Let it remind you how high your soul can reach *Be a ********* For the sake of angels bound to submit and demons destined to burn For the soldier who's heart beat is counted by the number of bullets left inside his gun and the girl looking for him in the stars each night For the fingers and palms put together on a hospital bed waiting for the beeping line to go straight For the silent cries of every naked woman having to suffocate under her breath and drown in her own blood For the child who knows nothing about childhood and the man who lost a child I'm sorry I wish I knew about bandates and pain killers I wish I had the cure I wish I could save you from the monsters hunting your skull and the nails filling your wounds But I can try Come to me I will pour you a glass of wine

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC

A Glass of Wine

Find a universe where tears taste like wine Let them sink down your throat like blood vessels Let the hurt get to the ends of your brain Let it remind you how high your soul can reach *Be a ********* For the sake of angels bound to submit and demons destined to burn For the soldier who's heart beat is counted by the number of bullets left inside his gun and the girl looking for him in the stars each night For the fingers and palms put together on a hospital bed waiting for the beeping line to go straight For the silent cries of every naked woman having to suffocate under her breath and drown in her own blood For the child who knows nothing about childhood and the man who lost a child I'm sorry I wish I knew about bandates and pain killers I wish I had the cure I wish I could save you from the monsters hunting your skull and the nails filling your wounds But I can try Come to me I will pour you a glass of wine

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