the-emerald-outcast - Hello Poetry

The buzz that leaves my mind gasping My fingers fumbling The heat radiating off my neck The small of my back where you touched me Your hands shaking ever so slightly and me enjoying that movement

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Nov 19, 2019

Nov 19, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC

In Love Again

The buzz that leaves my mind gasping My fingers fumbling The heat radiating off my neck The small of my back where you touched me Your hands shaking ever so slightly and me enjoying that movement

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Scrollin past ol’ conversations and wonderin what it is I saw in him the hate, the anger, the stupidity the flaws, the unwillin’ness to change somethin resuscitates deep within me an I struggle to push it down so the regret don’t drown me I made my choice--I love ‘im there ain’t no backin down now the look in his eyes, the curve of his lips the broad chest yet untouched beneath his shirt lookin at ‘im, I’d jest dive into it--no questions asked turnin ‘round, I feel what he’s stitched of an I flinch but I em unable to walk away from the choice I made

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC

Skype and Ill-made Choices

Scrollin past ol’ conversations and wonderin what it is I saw in him the hate, the anger, the stupidity the flaws, the unwillin’ness to change somethin resuscitates deep within me an I struggle to push it down so the regret don’t drown me I made my choice--I love ‘im there ain’t no backin down now the look in his eyes, the curve of his lips the broad chest yet untouched beneath his shirt lookin at ‘im, I’d jest dive into it--no questions asked turnin ‘round, I feel what he’s stitched of an I flinch but I em unable to walk away from the choice I made

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Whatever happened to chasing after your dreams? All we are now are the butterflies, released Because "if you love them, let them go" Well, ***** ancient proverbs I don't expect anything to come back If it's been abandoned, you see Looks like its going downhill from here Yet I still gaze up to the heavens Instead of the hell before me I guess that's the torture of Not knowing where you're going When you're an optimist like me

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC

Downhill From Here

Whatever happened to chasing after your dreams? All we are now are the butterflies, released Because "if you love them, let them go" Well, ***** ancient proverbs I don't expect anything to come back If it's been abandoned, you see Looks like its going downhill from here Yet I still gaze up to the heavens Instead of the hell before me I guess that's the torture of Not knowing where you're going When you're an optimist like me

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You tainted this site with your fingertips Your presence, your words I came here as an escape-- Or a justification? But you held me confined And gave me no answers Now I am back, but every megabyte screams your name I hover over the search bar even though you have disintegrated Yet I still expect your poems to make an appearance To either kiss me like I would have wanted you to Or stab me like I know too well you did But nothing Your existence has been wiped out I have no reason to return to computerized data Other than hoping you’d come around too

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May 21, 2016

May 21, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC

To the Megabytes Still Left Here

You tainted this site with your fingertips Your presence, your words I came here as an escape-- Or a justification? But you held me confined And gave me no answers Now I am back, but every megabyte screams your name I hover over the search bar even though you have disintegrated Yet I still expect your poems to make an appearance To either kiss me like I would have wanted you to Or stab me like I know too well you did But nothing Your existence has been wiped out I have no reason to return to computerized data Other than hoping you’d come around too

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It pains me just to hear your name Three years later and it's just the same I can't even say I wonder anymore The tears still fresh like they've just been tore Your body can't feel the pain It's just the voices inside my brain Not even there and yet-- I hear you everywhere What did I do WHAT DID I DO?

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC

Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait?

It pains me just to hear your name Three years later and it's just the same I can't even say I wonder anymore The tears still fresh like they've just been tore Your body can't feel the pain It's just the voices inside my brain Not even there and yet-- I hear you everywhere What did I do WHAT DID I DO?

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You don't know fear until The one place that always makes you happy Is 4,425 miles away and You wait as each passing day Gets you closer to never seeing it again You don't know fear until The one person that always makes you happy Won't even recognize you in 4 years and You just look at them hoping That will never come true But it might. And that's fear.

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC

You Don't Know Fear

You don't know fear until The one place that always makes you happy Is 4,425 miles away and You wait as each passing day Gets you closer to never seeing it again You don't know fear until The one person that always makes you happy Won't even recognize you in 4 years and You just look at them hoping That will never come true But it might. And that's fear.

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Whenever I steal a glance at you No matter how fleeting the image is in my memory The photographer in me comes to life, trying Trying to note the focal point of your body The light source Shadows, colors, position blink The artist in me turns on, and I secretly trace the outline of your shoulders I recreate every single strand of your hair On invisible paper blink The poet in me struggles to the surface, attempting Attempting to describe the texture of the skin I never touched, the lips I haven't kissed Wanting to put into words feelings I can't even fathom blink All the while, the student in me desperately tries Not to let the inevitable sigh escape from my lips In the middle of class Whenever I steal a glance at you

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC

Whenever I Steal a Glance at You

Whenever I steal a glance at you No matter how fleeting the image is in my memory The photographer in me comes to life, trying Trying to note the focal point of your body The light source Shadows, colors, position blink The artist in me turns on, and I secretly trace the outline of your shoulders I recreate every single strand of your hair On invisible paper blink The poet in me struggles to the surface, attempting Attempting to describe the texture of the skin I never touched, the lips I haven't kissed Wanting to put into words feelings I can't even fathom blink All the while, the student in me desperately tries Not to let the inevitable sigh escape from my lips In the middle of class Whenever I steal a glance at you

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But am I enough For you to write a poem?

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC

10w

But am I enough For you to write a poem?

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Little by little I come no closer to understanding Why I long for closeness (An introvert like me) My friends might deny it But I know Why the dogs don't tug on their leashes And why I never wave hello to their owners There are moments when I am reminded of a stranger saying "It's difficult, huh? Having a sister that's an extrovert?" In the middle of the night I wake up thinking "No, but what's difficult Is wanting to be the best friend I can be (An introvert like me)"

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC

Introvert Like Me

Little by little I come no closer to understanding Why I long for closeness (An introvert like me) My friends might deny it But I know Why the dogs don't tug on their leashes And why I never wave hello to their owners There are moments when I am reminded of a stranger saying "It's difficult, huh? Having a sister that's an extrovert?" In the middle of the night I wake up thinking "No, but what's difficult Is wanting to be the best friend I can be (An introvert like me)"

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There are Empty chairs all around me Wisps of people who were here --But now aren't-- And yes, even the chair closest to me Contains but the ghost of a person Here, I stand alone For better or for worse I stand alone Among all these chairs I must be brave In my own presence Content inside my own skin Comfortable without a chair of my own --Even in a room full of chairs-- Because I (must) stand alone

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC

Confident Posture

There are Empty chairs all around me Wisps of people who were here --But now aren't-- And yes, even the chair closest to me Contains but the ghost of a person Here, I stand alone For better or for worse I stand alone Among all these chairs I must be brave In my own presence Content inside my own skin Comfortable without a chair of my own --Even in a room full of chairs-- Because I (must) stand alone

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