violante-holmes - Hello Poetry

Small glances. Sent around the room. At my fellow companions, Ready to face their doom. Short breaths. Staring at the lion in its cage. Preparing myself, Preparing to face its deadly rage. What have I done? To end up in this place? Was it to save my family? Or just to save face? I suppose I shall never know The real reason why. For the only time I will leave this hell-hole Will be the time I die.

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC

To The Death

Small glances. Sent around the room. At my fellow companions, Ready to face their doom. Short breaths. Staring at the lion in its cage. Preparing myself, Preparing to face its deadly rage. What have I done? To end up in this place? Was it to save my family? Or just to save face? I suppose I shall never know The real reason why. For the only time I will leave this hell-hole Will be the time I die.

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People watching is interesting, At least most of the time. As long as you don't find yourself Watching a crime. There are short people. Tall people. Large people. Small people. But that's only on the outside. For if you look deeper in, If you glance a little longer than accepted, You'll see something You may not have expected. Are they happy? Sad? Are they in a good mood? Are they horribly mad? Do they love the person next to them, With a burning of desire? Or would they rather instead Light that person on a pyre? You can people watch, All day and all night. But I warn you that what you see Might cause you a fright.

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC

People Watching

People watching is interesting, At least most of the time. As long as you don't find yourself Watching a crime. There are short people. Tall people. Large people. Small people. But that's only on the outside. For if you look deeper in, If you glance a little longer than accepted, You'll see something You may not have expected. Are they happy? Sad? Are they in a good mood? Are they horribly mad? Do they love the person next to them, With a burning of desire? Or would they rather instead Light that person on a pyre? You can people watch, All day and all night. But I warn you that what you see Might cause you a fright.

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Standing. Watching the people pass by. Their lives all going different places. Though all of them will find time to die.

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC

Standing

Standing. Watching the people pass by. Their lives all going different places. Though all of them will find time to die.

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We've all learned about angels, The celestial myth. But we don't seem to realize, That they can be people we're with. They're with us when we're born. But usually not there when we die. They take care of our injuries. They hold us when we cry. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Sometimes they comfort you when you're sad. They're different for each of us, We all have the chance to be one. They are unique, yet share the same qualities. Qualities that sometimes make them fun. And yes, there are times when you hate them. When you want them to leave you alone. But there are always times, when no one cares. When they're the only one to throw you a bone. They aren't perfect, But no one is. They're known as your mother, And right now, someone who deserves a kiss.

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC

Angelic

We've all learned about angels, The celestial myth. But we don't seem to realize, That they can be people we're with. They're with us when we're born. But usually not there when we die. They take care of our injuries. They hold us when we cry. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Sometimes they comfort you when you're sad. They're different for each of us, We all have the chance to be one. They are unique, yet share the same qualities. Qualities that sometimes make them fun. And yes, there are times when you hate them. When you want them to leave you alone. But there are always times, when no one cares. When they're the only one to throw you a bone. They aren't perfect, But no one is. They're known as your mother, And right now, someone who deserves a kiss.

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When you look in the mirror, What do you see? Someone strong and beautiful, Someone happy and free? Someone alone in the world, Someone who looks like a fright, Someone who curls up alone in their bed at night? Do you see beauty? Do you feel disgust? Do you see someone Whose life has gone to rust? I see strength and sadness, Loneliness and freedom. I see someone who lives In a forgotten kingdom. You see what you want, From the mirror you look at. But others see different, They don't see 'fat'. They don't see 'ugly'. They don't see 'dumb'. They see 'strong'. They see 'unique'. They see things you cannot see, No matter how hard you blink. So don't trust your mirror, No matter what you find. For your looks in the reflection Are all in your mind.

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC

Looking in the Mirror

When you look in the mirror, What do you see? Someone strong and beautiful, Someone happy and free? Someone alone in the world, Someone who looks like a fright, Someone who curls up alone in their bed at night? Do you see beauty? Do you feel disgust? Do you see someone Whose life has gone to rust? I see strength and sadness, Loneliness and freedom. I see someone who lives In a forgotten kingdom. You see what you want, From the mirror you look at. But others see different, They don't see 'fat'. They don't see 'ugly'. They don't see 'dumb'. They see 'strong'. They see 'unique'. They see things you cannot see, No matter how hard you blink. So don't trust your mirror, No matter what you find. For your looks in the reflection Are all in your mind.

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In history class, we learned about witches. About them being hunted down. We were told this was all a misconception. That true witches were never to be found. But I know the real truth, The one everyone says is wrong. That while witches may be fake, The witch hunts are still going strong.

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC

Witch Hunt

In history class, we learned about witches. About them being hunted down. We were told this was all a misconception. That true witches were never to be found. But I know the real truth, The one everyone says is wrong. That while witches may be fake, The witch hunts are still going strong.

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There is a book, somewhere. That holds the answers to life. It explains why we live, It explains why we die. It explains every question thought and spoken. But no one will ever find it. Because if someone found a book like this, A book with all of the right answers, all of the correct reasons, How would that person continue? The book of life can't be found. Because if it is, We will lose our most valuable possession. Creativity.

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC

The Book of Life

There is a book, somewhere. That holds the answers to life. It explains why we live, It explains why we die. It explains every question thought and spoken. But no one will ever find it. Because if someone found a book like this, A book with all of the right answers, all of the correct reasons, How would that person continue? The book of life can't be found. Because if it is, We will lose our most valuable possession. Creativity.

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I don't understand it. I try and I try, but it makes no sense. All that I've heard About love is the pain. Nobody ever seems To speak about the gain. The only ones who care To tell me the happy parts Are the ones who have not Yet experienced broken hearts. So while others wait For that one perfect mate. I think I'd rather read Than go on a date.

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC

Love.

I don't understand it. I try and I try, but it makes no sense. All that I've heard About love is the pain. Nobody ever seems To speak about the gain. The only ones who care To tell me the happy parts Are the ones who have not Yet experienced broken hearts. So while others wait For that one perfect mate. I think I'd rather read Than go on a date.

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I wish people would listen. Wish they'd pay attention to my words. But people are so selfish sometimes. I know all they see is their woe. It's annoying, at least. I wish they would hear. I'm shouting as loud as I can, But nobody's there. I feel like a child Having a tantrum at the mall. Except this time, Nobody seems to care at all. So I resort to watching as they walk to and fro. And I wish they would notice, For even a mo.

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC

Untitled

I wish people would listen. Wish they'd pay attention to my words. But people are so selfish sometimes. I know all they see is their woe. It's annoying, at least. I wish they would hear. I'm shouting as loud as I can, But nobody's there. I feel like a child Having a tantrum at the mall. Except this time, Nobody seems to care at all. So I resort to watching as they walk to and fro. And I wish they would notice, For even a mo.

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A tangle of lies. An unknown secret. Once you find out, Can you keep it? The secrets I keep, The things I've done. To hide them all, I've told no one. I'm telling you To let it go. I know what will happen If I don't do so. It'll eat me up, It'll make me cry. I'll feel almost like I want to die. So save me now, With your words and smiles. I hope you sit down, This might take a while. The secrets I keep. The reasons I weep. The worries and fears that drive an anchor so deep. I release them to you, My friend so dear. I hope that afterwards, My life will become more clear.

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC

A Reveal of Secrets.

A tangle of lies. An unknown secret. Once you find out, Can you keep it? The secrets I keep, The things I've done. To hide them all, I've told no one. I'm telling you To let it go. I know what will happen If I don't do so. It'll eat me up, It'll make me cry. I'll feel almost like I want to die. So save me now, With your words and smiles. I hope you sit down, This might take a while. The secrets I keep. The reasons I weep. The worries and fears that drive an anchor so deep. I release them to you, My friend so dear. I hope that afterwards, My life will become more clear.

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