therese-telle - Hello Poetry

******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall No-one told us how to fall I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old, newborn Names escape me, even I escaped me as a lovely side effect to the escape itself Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze Dazed Stressed. Depressed. Compressed. For so long I held my head under water When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin And from deep within I felt a desire to possess Heart still set aside, I am become purple Say my name

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Nov 25, 2017

Nov 25, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC

Rear view mirror confessions

******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall No-one told us how to fall I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old, newborn Names escape me, even I escaped me as a lovely side effect to the escape itself Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze Dazed Stressed. Depressed. Compressed. For so long I held my head under water When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin And from deep within I felt a desire to possess Heart still set aside, I am become purple Say my name

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You call me the one while holding a mirror The cracks you see will always be mine Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave, never gave it much thought All will be bygones soon enough Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens With wine it turns to liquid Quicksilver love Creatures in winter fog And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back To the right music my heart will break into a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark Oh, put me back together, you, with golden poetry and call me art Give me your story of choice And did you know? When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain The beauty of it all, the beauty of you, of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams Still My inner life is but a daydream Oh, words, please fail me My smile, please betray me I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions The wall is too high The wall is too thick And honesty would break our hearts

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Nov 25, 2017

Nov 25, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC

Rose gold daydream

You call me the one while holding a mirror The cracks you see will always be mine Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave, never gave it much thought All will be bygones soon enough Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens With wine it turns to liquid Quicksilver love Creatures in winter fog And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back To the right music my heart will break into a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark Oh, put me back together, you, with golden poetry and call me art Give me your story of choice And did you know? When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain The beauty of it all, the beauty of you, of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams Still My inner life is but a daydream Oh, words, please fail me My smile, please betray me I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions The wall is too high The wall is too thick And honesty would break our hearts

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Hello fate I keep avoiding you I keep looking for a purpose less difficult, looking for a place on the ground I stay frightened of the stars One day I'll fly away I'm sure One day I'll slip and slide and levitate and forever lose your hand Forever Cold, alone and an absolute wildflower growing trembeling in the sky With my cloudy brain When will we learn to comunicate? Several years ago and in a future where everything is silver

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Jun 8, 2017

Jun 8, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC

Soul sister

Hello fate I keep avoiding you I keep looking for a purpose less difficult, looking for a place on the ground I stay frightened of the stars One day I'll fly away I'm sure One day I'll slip and slide and levitate and forever lose your hand Forever Cold, alone and an absolute wildflower growing trembeling in the sky With my cloudy brain When will we learn to comunicate? Several years ago and in a future where everything is silver

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I travel trough the heavy rain I sit lonesome on a lonely train I play blues These days are grey, these nights are blue my mind keeps coming back to you I play the blues I travel with desire Past houses lit on fire I play jazz Windows lit by sundown My train-seat old and rundown I play jazz Rainbow roads in colored blurr Pretty little towns I'm sure I play swing Past mirror waves and open sky My stomach tingles, wonder why I Play swing ***** feet on ***** train Skin so white I see my veins I play punk Impatient taps and flickering lights Soon the day will turn to night I play punk Head in the clouds, mind at ease Longing for the morning breeze I play Pink Floyd Memories hanging from branches Passengers sharing brief glances I play Pink Floyd I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still... I travel not by force... yet not by will Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film beyond the windowsill

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May 30, 2017

May 30, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC

Train ride to nowhere

I travel trough the heavy rain I sit lonesome on a lonely train I play blues These days are grey, these nights are blue my mind keeps coming back to you I play the blues I travel with desire Past houses lit on fire I play jazz Windows lit by sundown My train-seat old and rundown I play jazz Rainbow roads in colored blurr Pretty little towns I'm sure I play swing Past mirror waves and open sky My stomach tingles, wonder why I Play swing ***** feet on ***** train Skin so white I see my veins I play punk Impatient taps and flickering lights Soon the day will turn to night I play punk Head in the clouds, mind at ease Longing for the morning breeze I play Pink Floyd Memories hanging from branches Passengers sharing brief glances I play Pink Floyd I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still... I travel not by force... yet not by will Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film beyond the windowsill

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Listen to the morning sky The wind that flirts with the trees The birds that flirt them between The city slowly waking Spring flirtng with me

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC

Morgenstund

Listen to the morning sky The wind that flirts with the trees The birds that flirt them between The city slowly waking Spring flirtng with me

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Tonight I am color blind, and nothing tastes right. The room is like I left it last, it's dark, but still too bright. Lots of strange items in a pile on the floor. Some dust and a beer bottle next to the door. Out my little window, darkness there, still. The wind is slowly humming, I am cold and feeling ill. Another tired sigaret, my eyes are turning red. Too late by far, yet I am far from my bed. The room seems bigger now, a mile from side to side. I am dreaming already, but have yet to close my eyes. Pretty little objects by the window in a row. Oh, no I'm not depressed, my friend. On the contrary, I'm in love.

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC

Sleepless

Tonight I am color blind, and nothing tastes right. The room is like I left it last, it's dark, but still too bright. Lots of strange items in a pile on the floor. Some dust and a beer bottle next to the door. Out my little window, darkness there, still. The wind is slowly humming, I am cold and feeling ill. Another tired sigaret, my eyes are turning red. Too late by far, yet I am far from my bed. The room seems bigger now, a mile from side to side. I am dreaming already, but have yet to close my eyes. Pretty little objects by the window in a row. Oh, no I'm not depressed, my friend. On the contrary, I'm in love.

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I wear shadows like a cloak, weighing heavy on my shoulders Mysterious sounds bid me up to dance The fireplace is lit to keep my corpse warm Silent whispers, lights that flicker, this is the darkest hour I see myself from deep within Trough chest and not trough eyes Smiles have faded, my heartbeat rests This is the time when day becomes night I swim in the sensation I borrowed from yesterday I sleep midair, creatures crawling, fighting for my attention They put on a show, like gleaming embers Until they become the morning sun And I keep spiraling

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC

When day becomes night

I wear shadows like a cloak, weighing heavy on my shoulders Mysterious sounds bid me up to dance The fireplace is lit to keep my corpse warm Silent whispers, lights that flicker, this is the darkest hour I see myself from deep within Trough chest and not trough eyes Smiles have faded, my heartbeat rests This is the time when day becomes night I swim in the sensation I borrowed from yesterday I sleep midair, creatures crawling, fighting for my attention They put on a show, like gleaming embers Until they become the morning sun And I keep spiraling

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Silent night Unholy night Cold, alone and filled with fright Hands are shaking, sigaret in hand Recalling better times if they can Noone knows who they are Noone knows who they are Heaven above Streetlamps for stove Flickering lights in search of love Eyes that have seen things you won't understand Hearts so heavy they needed a hand Knew they'd never get far Knew they'd never get far Ghosts all around In this ghost town A different silence filled with sound Some days they see a smile sent their way In endless night that is their dawn of day Their eyes shine bright like the stars Their eyes shine bright like the stars

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC

Silent night

Silent night Unholy night Cold, alone and filled with fright Hands are shaking, sigaret in hand Recalling better times if they can Noone knows who they are Noone knows who they are Heaven above Streetlamps for stove Flickering lights in search of love Eyes that have seen things you won't understand Hearts so heavy they needed a hand Knew they'd never get far Knew they'd never get far Ghosts all around In this ghost town A different silence filled with sound Some days they see a smile sent their way In endless night that is their dawn of day Their eyes shine bright like the stars Their eyes shine bright like the stars

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A young girl sat in an apple tree The years faded and so did she

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC

Time

A young girl sat in an apple tree The years faded and so did she

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In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding, but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon. It might be too much, what I'm demanding. Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut. Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover, all with square eyes and hungry heart. We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others. And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother. Faceless enemies all around, with painted smiles and powers. Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh, Chasing bones between towers. Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts, our own world frightens us. But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child, what is right! Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ****** You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care. Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak, for our nameless enemy created false dreams. And the nameless is us, yet powerless still, alone I stand strong, together you stand still. To ask for more is common man's sin, but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin. Alienated souls are dumped and lost, questions fade by each year. And what life do you live, puppets at will, seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC

IN MADMAN'S FLESH

In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding, but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon. It might be too much, what I'm demanding. Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut. Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover, all with square eyes and hungry heart. We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others. And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother. Faceless enemies all around, with painted smiles and powers. Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh, Chasing bones between towers. Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts, our own world frightens us. But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child, what is right! Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ****** You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care. Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak, for our nameless enemy created false dreams. And the nameless is us, yet powerless still, alone I stand strong, together you stand still. To ask for more is common man's sin, but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin. Alienated souls are dumped and lost, questions fade by each year. And what life do you live, puppets at will, seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.

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