tatiana-arredondo - Hello Poetry

"Your neck must hurt" said a gentleman from the table over. She looked up, a little mortified that he'd been watching her write intently in the sunlight. "So keen on writing it all down instead of taking it all in." he smirked. "Perhaps when I'm old with Alzheimers I'll appreciate having books written to myself to remind myself of it all" Shaking his head, he said "What good will that do if what you write carries no experience? Give old you a chance to enjoy herself for a second time." He pulled out the chair next to him. "Sit."

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC

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"Your neck must hurt" said a gentleman from the table over. She looked up, a little mortified that he'd been watching her write intently in the sunlight. "So keen on writing it all down instead of taking it all in." he smirked. "Perhaps when I'm old with Alzheimers I'll appreciate having books written to myself to remind myself of it all" Shaking his head, he said "What good will that do if what you write carries no experience? Give old you a chance to enjoy herself for a second time." He pulled out the chair next to him. "Sit."

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There's this time somewhere between three and four AM where you don't hear a thing, where it's the absolute quietest; where everyone's sound asleep. You know that silence? How it can either comfort you or make you feel abandoned? Then there's the first 'whoosh' of the cars driving by, and people are starting to wake up, and birds are beginning to chirp, and you can hear car doors slamming, and a honk or two in the distance. Then a neighborhood rooster crows not far down your own block, muffled by all the whooshing. You look out your window and you see this very pale cyan peaking through and you feel so ******* blessed to hear the hum of the first motorcycle and the 16 wheeler roaring past the houses. You prepare to rest with the knowledge that no one knows you're listening. You soak up all of the morning sounds because it's the high suspended peace before your fabricated nightfall and someone else's good morning. You stayed up talking to the moon and you bid goodnight to the rising sun.

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC

Sun kissed

There's this time somewhere between three and four AM where you don't hear a thing, where it's the absolute quietest; where everyone's sound asleep. You know that silence? How it can either comfort you or make you feel abandoned? Then there's the first 'whoosh' of the cars driving by, and people are starting to wake up, and birds are beginning to chirp, and you can hear car doors slamming, and a honk or two in the distance. Then a neighborhood rooster crows not far down your own block, muffled by all the whooshing. You look out your window and you see this very pale cyan peaking through and you feel so ******* blessed to hear the hum of the first motorcycle and the 16 wheeler roaring past the houses. You prepare to rest with the knowledge that no one knows you're listening. You soak up all of the morning sounds because it's the high suspended peace before your fabricated nightfall and someone else's good morning. You stayed up talking to the moon and you bid goodnight to the rising sun.

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I am someone who can dismantle you as easily as I promised you the world and managed to mean both with all of their heart. Someone so prone to accidents. Charming you with all of the little mistakes I make in preparation to surprise you when the big ones break you. "I promise" he said - "I promise to never leave you" - The second it gets too serious - he will grow distant. "I promise" I said - "I promise to never leave you" - Then, I will explode about something you said three weeks ago over burnt toast. You open your arms, and just when you expect me to run to you - I run the other way.

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC

Anyone

I am someone who can dismantle you as easily as I promised you the world and managed to mean both with all of their heart. Someone so prone to accidents. Charming you with all of the little mistakes I make in preparation to surprise you when the big ones break you. "I promise" he said - "I promise to never leave you" - The second it gets too serious - he will grow distant. "I promise" I said - "I promise to never leave you" - Then, I will explode about something you said three weeks ago over burnt toast. You open your arms, and just when you expect me to run to you - I run the other way.

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There were so many other things you were paying attention to. The corn dogs at a corner, the acrobatic tricks across the ferris wheel. Your arm around her waist. I made sure to trail behind the others. I suppose for me it felt better to stay behind and be oblivious to what everyone was laughing about. I wasn't having a good time, I was so ******* miserable. Every time I looked forward I saw your curves and I caught myself staring too often. I kept thinking that if I had been a little bolder perhaps it'd have been me holding your hand. I kept wondering why you were being so distant when not too long ago we were exchanging glances from across the room that forced both of our mouths into crooked smiles. God how I wondered what your lips tasted like when you'd smile like that. Why are you playing such a cruel game of darts? Despite the ache I felt with every caress you gave another; you still had the gaul to ask me to hold your hand and, foolishly, I extended my arm. Though you let go so quickly, and sure enough you were next to her again. Far in front of me while I tread behind the group, plundering in that familiar feeling of being within and without. **** I'm staring at your *** again.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC

Dhyana

There were so many other things you were paying attention to. The corn dogs at a corner, the acrobatic tricks across the ferris wheel. Your arm around her waist. I made sure to trail behind the others. I suppose for me it felt better to stay behind and be oblivious to what everyone was laughing about. I wasn't having a good time, I was so ******* miserable. Every time I looked forward I saw your curves and I caught myself staring too often. I kept thinking that if I had been a little bolder perhaps it'd have been me holding your hand. I kept wondering why you were being so distant when not too long ago we were exchanging glances from across the room that forced both of our mouths into crooked smiles. God how I wondered what your lips tasted like when you'd smile like that. Why are you playing such a cruel game of darts? Despite the ache I felt with every caress you gave another; you still had the gaul to ask me to hold your hand and, foolishly, I extended my arm. Though you let go so quickly, and sure enough you were next to her again. Far in front of me while I tread behind the group, plundering in that familiar feeling of being within and without. **** I'm staring at your *** again.

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You threw mints all over my car the other night to annoy me. You closed the door behind you on your way out, I said I loved you when you were no longer listening. With a Ricola wrapper pressed to my chest, swirling the taste of the mint in my mouth with my tongue; I realized just how much I missed you.

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC

Ricola

You threw mints all over my car the other night to annoy me. You closed the door behind you on your way out, I said I loved you when you were no longer listening. With a Ricola wrapper pressed to my chest, swirling the taste of the mint in my mouth with my tongue; I realized just how much I missed you.

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It’s all loves fault. I didn't want to be happy anyway, why the **** did it have to come strolling along to show me how asleep I've been. Why did I give it the right to parade around me and then keep marching off with its drums and dancers, leaving only confetti behind and a wide-eyed person relentless of letting go of the procession but FORCED to clean up the massive mess on the street that no one else seems to notice. It’s in that same moment that we all realize, we should never throw parties that big, that festivities that grand shouldn't even be legal. They’re messy and exhausting and the confetti is too scattered to rest assured that we’ll ever clean every last bit up to toss away. It’s in that moment that people assure us that paper is biodegradable and that it just needs time for the earth to make it natural. But every bright piece of glitter that gleams on the street, persistent and as present as ever, is simply a reminder of that parade with its cheers and the faint beats of the drums and the moment you had to stand idly by and watch it go.

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC

The red parade

It’s all loves fault. I didn't want to be happy anyway, why the **** did it have to come strolling along to show me how asleep I've been. Why did I give it the right to parade around me and then keep marching off with its drums and dancers, leaving only confetti behind and a wide-eyed person relentless of letting go of the procession but FORCED to clean up the massive mess on the street that no one else seems to notice. It’s in that same moment that we all realize, we should never throw parties that big, that festivities that grand shouldn't even be legal. They’re messy and exhausting and the confetti is too scattered to rest assured that we’ll ever clean every last bit up to toss away. It’s in that moment that people assure us that paper is biodegradable and that it just needs time for the earth to make it natural. But every bright piece of glitter that gleams on the street, persistent and as present as ever, is simply a reminder of that parade with its cheers and the faint beats of the drums and the moment you had to stand idly by and watch it go.

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"Have I ever told you how Beautiful you are? I don't think I have but I could show you. If you let me, I could kiss every little inch of your face and leave no freckle untouched. Your forehead; last. Idk who you're sometimes hurt by but I hate your pain. I just want you to know that there's someone out here who wants you to be happy & If I made you smile at any point in this message; then I've done my job."

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC

Anonymous messages

"Have I ever told you how Beautiful you are? I don't think I have but I could show you. If you let me, I could kiss every little inch of your face and leave no freckle untouched. Your forehead; last. Idk who you're sometimes hurt by but I hate your pain. I just want you to know that there's someone out here who wants you to be happy & If I made you smile at any point in this message; then I've done my job."

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“…wait, are you afraid of the dark?” he asked with a tone of disbelief. “So what if I am?” “Well, I'd say that's a shame. You allow your imagination to control you.” She couldn’t disagree. He was right and she was embarrassed. “turn off the light,” silence. "and just listen to my voice." And she did.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC

are you afraid?

“…wait, are you afraid of the dark?” he asked with a tone of disbelief. “So what if I am?” “Well, I'd say that's a shame. You allow your imagination to control you.” She couldn’t disagree. He was right and she was embarrassed. “turn off the light,” silence. "and just listen to my voice." And she did.

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There’s a strong urgency in ************ The longing for there to be another human body pressed up against your own, so much so you envision it vividly in your mind, painting hundreds of thousands of scenarios until you find one just right for your hand, for your body. It's not about pleasure, but about that momentary loss of place and time, a further commitment to your imagination but to your loneliness as well.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC

************

There’s a strong urgency in ************ The longing for there to be another human body pressed up against your own, so much so you envision it vividly in your mind, painting hundreds of thousands of scenarios until you find one just right for your hand, for your body. It's not about pleasure, but about that momentary loss of place and time, a further commitment to your imagination but to your loneliness as well.

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