taylor-bart - Hello Poetry

I want to be kissed in an art gallery And cross streets without looking both ways, Because we’re too busy, Giving each other our own green lights. (The sun was shining, and your smile was beautiful) I smoke cigarettes as a metaphor But I am not a book Or exceptionally skinny It still makes me feel romantic I screamed at the top of a mountain, And fell into my grave All without leaving my bed. I vow not to be a parent that looks the other way And that punishes the symptoms Of a sickness Its hard not feel broken When I can hear the rattling of my shattered insides Its been a year since you died I’m so sorry. I used to draw. I used to think beautifully. I miss who I used to be, before I found myself I have a whole world in my head I am so much and I can’t wait to share it with someone I’m not done living, I have so much left to experience. And I must find beauty in my distortions If I’m ever going to make it out of here -Taylor.

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC

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I want to be kissed in an art gallery And cross streets without looking both ways, Because we’re too busy, Giving each other our own green lights. (The sun was shining, and your smile was beautiful) I smoke cigarettes as a metaphor But I am not a book Or exceptionally skinny It still makes me feel romantic I screamed at the top of a mountain, And fell into my grave All without leaving my bed. I vow not to be a parent that looks the other way And that punishes the symptoms Of a sickness Its hard not feel broken When I can hear the rattling of my shattered insides Its been a year since you died I’m so sorry. I used to draw. I used to think beautifully. I miss who I used to be, before I found myself I have a whole world in my head I am so much and I can’t wait to share it with someone I’m not done living, I have so much left to experience. And I must find beauty in my distortions If I’m ever going to make it out of here -Taylor.

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You’ve got me humming, And buzzing. The reason I’m doing my hair in the morning. Little daydreams, Of something that could be This isn’t a poem about love, Just a poem about the curve of your back That my fingers like to trace And the little kisses in the stairwell, We like to steal when no one is looking. I’ll compare you to my glass of wine, Light. Something innocent and Refreshing, Giving me the perfect little buzz. I’m not drunk on love. Just enough. And I’m not And I’m not And I’m not counting stars, I’m enjoying the sunrises, And how floral you make me feel, When you look at me with soft grass in your eyes. I’m going to keep enjoying this longest afternoon, Drinking up your positivity and soft touches Until our eventual sunset But you know, sunsets are beautiful too. -Taylor

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC

A Sad Little Poem, For a Boy Who Doesn’t Have a Clue

You’ve got me humming, And buzzing. The reason I’m doing my hair in the morning. Little daydreams, Of something that could be This isn’t a poem about love, Just a poem about the curve of your back That my fingers like to trace And the little kisses in the stairwell, We like to steal when no one is looking. I’ll compare you to my glass of wine, Light. Something innocent and Refreshing, Giving me the perfect little buzz. I’m not drunk on love. Just enough. And I’m not And I’m not And I’m not counting stars, I’m enjoying the sunrises, And how floral you make me feel, When you look at me with soft grass in your eyes. I’m going to keep enjoying this longest afternoon, Drinking up your positivity and soft touches Until our eventual sunset But you know, sunsets are beautiful too. -Taylor

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Act I Watching the scenes of my life As a spectator, Understanding acting isn’t for me Participation kept to a minimum, Dialogue kept painfully simple And, forget emotion Laughing, crying Its all the same Act II Silently And rather appropriately Mocking the silliness Of this dreadful girl, who resembles me And that sad, and lonely boy Who resembles fire, and dust All an illusion really. Yes, I think I’ll sit this one out too The drama, and loud tears So moving, So disgustingly indulgent Act III A finale of sorts I’ll have a cocktail with this one, It ought to be good. Awaiting the breakdown God, such a convincing heartbreak. Thankful I quit, That I saw this ending coming Lets just close the curtains, Shut down the whole god ****** production I’d rather the story just stop now. -Taylor Its better this way.

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Nov 29, 2012

Nov 29, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC

Will someone else play me in this life? Because I quit.

Act I Watching the scenes of my life As a spectator, Understanding acting isn’t for me Participation kept to a minimum, Dialogue kept painfully simple And, forget emotion Laughing, crying Its all the same Act II Silently And rather appropriately Mocking the silliness Of this dreadful girl, who resembles me And that sad, and lonely boy Who resembles fire, and dust All an illusion really. Yes, I think I’ll sit this one out too The drama, and loud tears So moving, So disgustingly indulgent Act III A finale of sorts I’ll have a cocktail with this one, It ought to be good. Awaiting the breakdown God, such a convincing heartbreak. Thankful I quit, That I saw this ending coming Lets just close the curtains, Shut down the whole god ****** production I’d rather the story just stop now. -Taylor Its better this way.

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And we’ve got these days stretched out before us Like a thought beginning in mid sentence Like a conversation in circles That isn’t connecting Only in round laughter. We’ve discovered these things On the floor In the sun In each other. Truth. Ours. That the hours are short But the sun is long And the water is overflowing So I’ll try and make a complete thought in this time In one full rotation Around the sun Or my mind (We) Stop believing in chaos I believe in progress -Taylor

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Aug 30, 2012

Aug 30, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC

We've got a lot to learn from the skies...

And we’ve got these days stretched out before us Like a thought beginning in mid sentence Like a conversation in circles That isn’t connecting Only in round laughter. We’ve discovered these things On the floor In the sun In each other. Truth. Ours. That the hours are short But the sun is long And the water is overflowing So I’ll try and make a complete thought in this time In one full rotation Around the sun Or my mind (We) Stop believing in chaos I believe in progress -Taylor

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We laid on **** rugs, And creativity flowed out. Finger tips to minds, Like making love, We made music. I slept with you, And turned into a spider A vine, And rooted myself Into your dreams The kind of dreams, You try and fall back into After the daylight has woken you. Squeezing eyes shut, The window growing smaller, Darker. But oh! The reality. My dreams, in all their dimensional glory Living beauty, right beside me Privileges, An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it Until in envelopes me, Until it is inside me, Watering the vines You already planted. -Taylor

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Feb 19, 2012

Feb 19, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC

Our roots have intertwined....

We laid on **** rugs, And creativity flowed out. Finger tips to minds, Like making love, We made music. I slept with you, And turned into a spider A vine, And rooted myself Into your dreams The kind of dreams, You try and fall back into After the daylight has woken you. Squeezing eyes shut, The window growing smaller, Darker. But oh! The reality. My dreams, in all their dimensional glory Living beauty, right beside me Privileges, An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it Until in envelopes me, Until it is inside me, Watering the vines You already planted. -Taylor

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I don’t want to save you for a rainy day, Because we are the storm. I don’t want you to buy me flowers, Because you are the thorns I can’t fall asleep in your arms, For you are the nightmare Can’t trust my own reflection, The moon blinds with a glare. And I really can’t remember, If what was left was ever enough Fighting with gunpowder, Because we’re made of that stuff. -Taylor And I crave your poison.

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Oct 13, 2011

Oct 13, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC

We love that we're toxic.

I don’t want to save you for a rainy day, Because we are the storm. I don’t want you to buy me flowers, Because you are the thorns I can’t fall asleep in your arms, For you are the nightmare Can’t trust my own reflection, The moon blinds with a glare. And I really can’t remember, If what was left was ever enough Fighting with gunpowder, Because we’re made of that stuff. -Taylor And I crave your poison.

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Writing in colors Practicing the wrong art Illusions that discover, set me apart Feeling too washed up, at such a young age Could I say something real? **** turning the page. Writing in Fonts So that I may distract. Its like smoke and mirrors, you’ll miss what I lack The fancier this seems, the more elaborate the scheme, You’ll think you saw talent, I’ll just blind you with bling. Writing in sizes, Milking the diversions Fancy rhyming, bold assertions Witty one liners, and maybe a clever rhyme Will I ever give up this job? Oh, maybe in time. -Taylor

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Aug 16, 2011

Aug 16, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC

The difference between having talent...and having the talent to make them think you do.

Writing in colors Practicing the wrong art Illusions that discover, set me apart Feeling too washed up, at such a young age Could I say something real? **** turning the page. Writing in Fonts So that I may distract. Its like smoke and mirrors, you’ll miss what I lack The fancier this seems, the more elaborate the scheme, You’ll think you saw talent, I’ll just blind you with bling. Writing in sizes, Milking the diversions Fancy rhyming, bold assertions Witty one liners, and maybe a clever rhyme Will I ever give up this job? Oh, maybe in time. -Taylor

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Just hold your breath, And I’ll read you a lullaby Drinking luke-warm coffee And tunneling though my mind Moving like winter, But approaching those summer days I think I love you, but it might be a phase. -Taylor

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Aug 15, 2011

Aug 15, 2011 at 1:18 AM UTC

Take my silence as an invitation.

Just hold your breath, And I’ll read you a lullaby Drinking luke-warm coffee And tunneling though my mind Moving like winter, But approaching those summer days I think I love you, but it might be a phase. -Taylor

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You’re just a boy I held hands with I let you discover every part of me In the smoky apartment, in the back room It was like floating, but only for a while Then when you were gone, it was like thunder And I shook, and held my own cold naked body I cried. But then you came back, and held me. Wrapped your arms against me, we melted. You told me lies, and I knew it It made me whole again, but not fixed Because I know you will leave again And won’t come back I am so afraid. -Taylor

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Aug 15, 2011

Aug 15, 2011 at 1:16 AM UTC

Circle at Sunset.

You’re just a boy I held hands with I let you discover every part of me In the smoky apartment, in the back room It was like floating, but only for a while Then when you were gone, it was like thunder And I shook, and held my own cold naked body I cried. But then you came back, and held me. Wrapped your arms against me, we melted. You told me lies, and I knew it It made me whole again, but not fixed Because I know you will leave again And won’t come back I am so afraid. -Taylor

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I see myself, in the dark. Like, on an empty street, Well, its all in my head anyways. These shadow people that haunt me We’re all just what they make of us The puppets to put in their shows We take part in their tragedy’s For their **** entertainment To cure their selfish boredom. And with wandering eyes, to find The sun, we look toward the sky But oh, the days are like an endless eclipse Only darkness Oh, and ourselves. Reflected back in the puddles Of muddy water, like the blood that runs through The pipes of our veins Seeing, only what we wish to see, Living on the lonely streets of our mind. -Taylor

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Aug 15, 2011

Aug 15, 2011 at 1:14 AM UTC

Who is making this reality?

I see myself, in the dark. Like, on an empty street, Well, its all in my head anyways. These shadow people that haunt me We’re all just what they make of us The puppets to put in their shows We take part in their tragedy’s For their **** entertainment To cure their selfish boredom. And with wandering eyes, to find The sun, we look toward the sky But oh, the days are like an endless eclipse Only darkness Oh, and ourselves. Reflected back in the puddles Of muddy water, like the blood that runs through The pipes of our veins Seeing, only what we wish to see, Living on the lonely streets of our mind. -Taylor

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