yara - Hello Poetry

Its frightening how being alone and being lonely are not the same. A wise Greek spoke of a cave and a fire in the back of our minds with lips pressed to our palms casting shadows of false reality and puppeteers with hidden strings and chains that sit comfortably on scathing skin. We were born in the cave. I've come to realize I am not the same person at three o'five AM and half past eight.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC

yara

July 3rd, 1:10am

Its frightening how being alone and being lonely are not the same. A wise Greek spoke of a cave and a fire in the back of our minds with lips pressed to our palms casting shadows of false reality and puppeteers with hidden strings and chains that sit comfortably on scathing skin. We were born in the cave. I've come to realize I am not the same person at three o'five AM and half past eight.

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You try to paint walls to hide cracks and cover holes to fill them up. You hang up pretty pictures to try to take attention from the stains And scatter pots and pans to stop the rain But the room will always be the same Its still the same place as it was yesterday.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC

yara

You're Just An Old Room

You try to paint walls to hide cracks and cover holes to fill them up. You hang up pretty pictures to try to take attention from the stains And scatter pots and pans to stop the rain But the room will always be the same Its still the same place as it was yesterday.

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Dark drapes fall on both sides Heavy with the drought of sleepless nights When the moon shone but did not shine Through the windows that are stained to this day I'd try rubbing the grit away But the grains of sand have found their home As have the lead in my heavy heart.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC

yara

Sleepless

Dark drapes fall on both sides Heavy with the drought of sleepless nights When the moon shone but did not shine Through the windows that are stained to this day I'd try rubbing the grit away But the grains of sand have found their home As have the lead in my heavy heart.

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Shells burst exposing the soul within What once was bud holds the key Buzz all you might Such delicate skin shan't fall for your poison Only one bee can access the honey in my deepest being.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC

yara

Pollin

Shells burst exposing the soul within What once was bud holds the key Buzz all you might Such delicate skin shan't fall for your poison Only one bee can access the honey in my deepest being.

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As the curtains close Tears you could not hold back begin to flow No use of setting light to a room When the darkness comes from inside of you Look at that rose Look as the petals slowly fade Will you stay hidden from yourself? Is there nothing else to take? Dedicate your heart and soul to those who would do the same The only beauty you live without is because of the beast you've locked within.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC

yara

Beast Inside

As the curtains close Tears you could not hold back begin to flow No use of setting light to a room When the darkness comes from inside of you Look at that rose Look as the petals slowly fade Will you stay hidden from yourself? Is there nothing else to take? Dedicate your heart and soul to those who would do the same The only beauty you live without is because of the beast you've locked within.

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Daylight rolls around a comforter and the sun touches the tops of trees, Specifically the one I'm sitting on, trying to think of words to say when i meet you for the first time. I'll tell you to close your eyes. I'll say "just let me paint you a picture". I'll gaze up at the beauty blue, and even though i can't sing at all, I'll sing you a song to help you remember. "You are my south, and i am the bird that'll migrate to your arms. You are the child, and i am your big red balloon, so please don't lose me. And i promise, with all my heart and my last breath, that i will do whatever to keep that smile on your lips, I am just a body, and you are my heart, please keep beating. Please keep me alive."

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC

yara

You Are My Missing Piece

Daylight rolls around a comforter and the sun touches the tops of trees, Specifically the one I'm sitting on, trying to think of words to say when i meet you for the first time. I'll tell you to close your eyes. I'll say "just let me paint you a picture". I'll gaze up at the beauty blue, and even though i can't sing at all, I'll sing you a song to help you remember. "You are my south, and i am the bird that'll migrate to your arms. You are the child, and i am your big red balloon, so please don't lose me. And i promise, with all my heart and my last breath, that i will do whatever to keep that smile on your lips, I am just a body, and you are my heart, please keep beating. Please keep me alive."

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The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes. The clouds will cry and i dance. Under his scorching rays i'll lay. And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly. The stars tie stories. Bless the mother sky.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC

yara

Beauty Blue

The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes. The clouds will cry and i dance. Under his scorching rays i'll lay. And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly. The stars tie stories. Bless the mother sky.

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My wings beat towards the morning sun. The oceans are alive beneath my feet. A beautiful melody flows from my beak. My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC

yara

Song of a Mourning Bird

My wings beat towards the morning sun. The oceans are alive beneath my feet. A beautiful melody flows from my beak. My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.

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I lay on my back, absorbing the warmth. I dream. I look up at the sky. I watch the clouds as they take shape. I count the sheep, They are swimming in the heaven's blues. I think of the times I let my self tear. I hope that i'm gazing at the same sky as You.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC

yara

Torn By Skies

I lay on my back, absorbing the warmth. I dream. I look up at the sky. I watch the clouds as they take shape. I count the sheep, They are swimming in the heaven's blues. I think of the times I let my self tear. I hope that i'm gazing at the same sky as You.

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