vscasison - Hello Poetry

1764 The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows,— The birds, they make it in the spring, At night’s delicious close. Between the March and April line— That magical frontier Beyond which summer hesitates, Almost too heavenly near. It makes us think of all the dead That sauntered with us here, By separation’s sorcery Made cruelly more dear. It makes us think of what we had, And what we now deplore. We almost wish those siren throats Would go and sing no more. An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

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vscasison

Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC

Emily Dickinson

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

1764 The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows,— The birds, they make it in the spring, At night’s delicious close. Between the March and April line— That magical frontier Beyond which summer hesitates, Almost too heavenly near. It makes us think of all the dead That sauntered with us here, By separation’s sorcery Made cruelly more dear. It makes us think of what we had, And what we now deplore. We almost wish those siren throats Would go and sing no more. An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

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I had a dream that Everything was drowned in tears All sounds were silenced And the rain fell with a thud— Shards of broken memories. A lone snail was caught Amid the torrent of tears Not for a moment Did it let go of its freight I let it carry my weight. My world is fading Melting in desolate tears And I can't stop it. Woes do come as raging floods But who'll be there to save me?

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC

vscasison

I Had A Dream

I had a dream that Everything was drowned in tears All sounds were silenced And the rain fell with a thud— Shards of broken memories. A lone snail was caught Amid the torrent of tears Not for a moment Did it let go of its freight I let it carry my weight. My world is fading Melting in desolate tears And I can't stop it. Woes do come as raging floods But who'll be there to save me?

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I am sorry if I'm just a mediocre for not being good enough in everything I am sorry if all I could do is whine crying out like a swine how imperfect the world can be I am sorry if I'm not beautiful if I'm not friendly if I'm messy, stupid, insolent, sensitive, and grumpy I am sorry for being so quiet that it makes the air awkward for being a sickly ******* or when I sometimes talk a lot as if I know everything I'm sorry if I sometimes feel special like a protagonist of some story looking at everyone with scornful eyes for being so disgustingly melodramatic for always making excuses for piling lies on top of lies, on top of lies or for not even trying to make these ****** words rhyme I am sorry for being so hard to like let alone, to love and if I ever made you frown of any of the above or simply of my existence know that I am deeply, truly, and terribly sorry.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC

vscasison

To Everyone:

I am sorry if I'm just a mediocre for not being good enough in everything I am sorry if all I could do is whine crying out like a swine how imperfect the world can be I am sorry if I'm not beautiful if I'm not friendly if I'm messy, stupid, insolent, sensitive, and grumpy I am sorry for being so quiet that it makes the air awkward for being a sickly ******* or when I sometimes talk a lot as if I know everything I'm sorry if I sometimes feel special like a protagonist of some story looking at everyone with scornful eyes for being so disgustingly melodramatic for always making excuses for piling lies on top of lies, on top of lies or for not even trying to make these ****** words rhyme I am sorry for being so hard to like let alone, to love and if I ever made you frown of any of the above or simply of my existence know that I am deeply, truly, and terribly sorry.

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Unwanted, it came out of the sky. Each drop falling straight for the earth. Feels heavy upon my shoulders, as if a giant presence filled the air: everywhere I go, leaning, clinging—hanging on my back, with its grips of quicksand. Time and again, it blinds, disarming me with its painful Flash, before its booming Roar, that the beating of my heart seems to shake my vision, and my bones to creak—all out of a stupid fear; creating an earthquake insensible to others, with its epicenter at the very core of my being; while my stomach growls in resonance, giving a severe indigestion, and a vertigo so persistent as to make someone ***** his own life. And though it came down with a chilling breath, sweat unceasingly springs from my body. For the truth is—I am truly nervous, that this rain is but one of the many storms to come. And so, as the discordant melody of the city continues to lull the world I, like an infant mewling at night, remain awake, cursed to ponder never to be reconciled with peaceful Slumber.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC

vscasison

The Rain

Unwanted, it came out of the sky. Each drop falling straight for the earth. Feels heavy upon my shoulders, as if a giant presence filled the air: everywhere I go, leaning, clinging—hanging on my back, with its grips of quicksand. Time and again, it blinds, disarming me with its painful Flash, before its booming Roar, that the beating of my heart seems to shake my vision, and my bones to creak—all out of a stupid fear; creating an earthquake insensible to others, with its epicenter at the very core of my being; while my stomach growls in resonance, giving a severe indigestion, and a vertigo so persistent as to make someone ***** his own life. And though it came down with a chilling breath, sweat unceasingly springs from my body. For the truth is—I am truly nervous, that this rain is but one of the many storms to come. And so, as the discordant melody of the city continues to lull the world I, like an infant mewling at night, remain awake, cursed to ponder never to be reconciled with peaceful Slumber.

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My heart almost stopped While I was inside my head I did not resist. You know, it feels great! How the dark suffocates me Sadly, I awoke.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC

vscasison

My Heart Almost Stopped

My heart almost stopped While I was inside my head I did not resist. You know, it feels great! How the dark suffocates me Sadly, I awoke.

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Would you know me, my Love And wave your hands at me Or curve your lips blissfully If my name chooses to escape Your memory? Would you embrace, my Love A body that has turned to dust — An image of the past— Nay, would you return my love For as long as I last? For it would mean everything To have someone like you Here and everywhere, a companion Knowing that the sky is pale So she fills it with hue.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC

vscasison

Would You, My Love?

Would you know me, my Love And wave your hands at me Or curve your lips blissfully If my name chooses to escape Your memory? Would you embrace, my Love A body that has turned to dust — An image of the past— Nay, would you return my love For as long as I last? For it would mean everything To have someone like you Here and everywhere, a companion Knowing that the sky is pale So she fills it with hue.

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Am I a spider without web? In its silky warmth it abides Am I a wolf without fangs? From which a hapless prey hides Am I a lion without its mane? Upon which the kingdom rests Am I a snake without its hiss? From its music springs death Am I a foolish mouse? Without its genius, it becomes fad To the feline but with stealth The slower ones are just fat Alas, am I a human without a purpose? Slowly thus his soul corrodes.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC

vscasison

Am I—?

Am I a spider without web? In its silky warmth it abides Am I a wolf without fangs? From which a hapless prey hides Am I a lion without its mane? Upon which the kingdom rests Am I a snake without its hiss? From its music springs death Am I a foolish mouse? Without its genius, it becomes fad To the feline but with stealth The slower ones are just fat Alas, am I a human without a purpose? Slowly thus his soul corrodes.

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I long to die And have eternal respite From these tormenting woes. Yet I'm afraid that Upon closing the eyes, Will ensue regrets. But if I live, and force myself to breathe this air of lead, I shall spend days and nights Lying in bed. For there is no soul As tired as mine—prematurely worn By the hands of Time.

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC

vscasison

I Long to Die

I long to die And have eternal respite From these tormenting woes. Yet I'm afraid that Upon closing the eyes, Will ensue regrets. But if I live, and force myself to breathe this air of lead, I shall spend days and nights Lying in bed. For there is no soul As tired as mine—prematurely worn By the hands of Time.

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