yllise - Hello Poetry

The razor slid across my skin

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

yllise

Six Word Stories 1

The razor slid across my skin

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Language can be used to unify representing our cultural groupings of religion, caste, region Language is power, the power to name It is the most potent instrument of culture Language is sweet tongued riddles in speech beautifully balanced rhythm in original language A widespread...language game A game with hidden rules: indigenous structures and rhythms referring by analogy to something else with hidden meanings which must be searched for Take our language away and We have fallen apart A foreign tongue will send tremors of fear into every heart “Oh Lord, save Thy people” The great Evil has come: Language of the small and elite the petty-bourgeoisie readership It has established a kind of presence It has created its own momentum. It doesn’t go anywhere. There’s nothing you can do with it to make it sing. It’s heavy. It’s wooden. A strategy of language manipulation The darkness drops again Translation is a battleground, mere anarchy loosened upon the world The neutralizing alternative interlanguage, mimicking A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun Take our language and our center cannot hold Things fall apart. Or construct the lens through which understanding takes place: What is it in your dialect? The result is incredible.

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Apr 19, 2014

Apr 19, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC

yllise

What is it in your Dialect?: A Cento

Language can be used to unify representing our cultural groupings of religion, caste, region Language is power, the power to name It is the most potent instrument of culture Language is sweet tongued riddles in speech beautifully balanced rhythm in original language A widespread...language game A game with hidden rules: indigenous structures and rhythms referring by analogy to something else with hidden meanings which must be searched for Take our language away and We have fallen apart A foreign tongue will send tremors of fear into every heart “Oh Lord, save Thy people” The great Evil has come: Language of the small and elite the petty-bourgeoisie readership It has established a kind of presence It has created its own momentum. It doesn’t go anywhere. There’s nothing you can do with it to make it sing. It’s heavy. It’s wooden. A strategy of language manipulation The darkness drops again Translation is a battleground, mere anarchy loosened upon the world The neutralizing alternative interlanguage, mimicking A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun Take our language and our center cannot hold Things fall apart. Or construct the lens through which understanding takes place: What is it in your dialect? The result is incredible.

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Blue like the ocean Green like the land But deep like your soul never bland. Speckled with dirt and clouded with tears But gazing at you They showed no fear They showed no hurt, no scars, no past I looked to your soul, Said I want this to last.

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC

yllise

Eyes

Blue like the ocean Green like the land But deep like your soul never bland. Speckled with dirt and clouded with tears But gazing at you They showed no fear They showed no hurt, no scars, no past I looked to your soul, Said I want this to last.

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You hurt me. We affect each other, We change each other, You changed my life You eliminated my life You may not remember me But I remember you. You hurt me. Your Words. I remember your words because they hurt, They enveloped my brain and became a part of me I wanted to forget-- I wanted to go away They wouldn’t go away so I had to. You hurt me. Are you listening now? Your drop of water is my storm A hurricane of words you don’t even remember All I remember. All I think about-- Your words won’t go away They will never go away You hurt me. Your words are powerful, They changed me, My life You hurt me. One careless sentence One moment in time. You think you’re funny Your words don’t matter They matter. But maybe you said nothing You remained silent-- stood and watched. You watched my storm grow I became a hurricane You watched me spin and didn’t stop me You watched me build. You let Me build Until I was unstoppable. I became destructive You watched. You hurt me. One careless Action. One meaningless inaction. You hurt me. You ruined me.

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC

yllise

You Hurt Me.

You hurt me. We affect each other, We change each other, You changed my life You eliminated my life You may not remember me But I remember you. You hurt me. Your Words. I remember your words because they hurt, They enveloped my brain and became a part of me I wanted to forget-- I wanted to go away They wouldn’t go away so I had to. You hurt me. Are you listening now? Your drop of water is my storm A hurricane of words you don’t even remember All I remember. All I think about-- Your words won’t go away They will never go away You hurt me. Your words are powerful, They changed me, My life You hurt me. One careless sentence One moment in time. You think you’re funny Your words don’t matter They matter. But maybe you said nothing You remained silent-- stood and watched. You watched my storm grow I became a hurricane You watched me spin and didn’t stop me You watched me build. You let Me build Until I was unstoppable. I became destructive You watched. You hurt me. One careless Action. One meaningless inaction. You hurt me. You ruined me.

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I am stuck. I am stuck inside a person I hate. I am a person I don't want to be and I wish nothing more than to fail. Why do I want to fail? Why God do I feel, do I feel unwanted? Unloved by even my self. Why must I be this person? A soul trapped in a skin gasping for air... Air I tell myself I don't want. I don't need. I am drowning and I like the feel. My lungs burn for air and I don't want to surface. I want the fire to engulf me--I want the flames to swallow my lungs. Swallow me whole. I feel dead inside. No something worse than death... I am a small child trying to find a place in this world. A child who can't find Who won't find a place in this world. Why, oh why God? Do I spend more time, wanting to end my life. Than to live it

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC

yllise

Stuck.

I am stuck. I am stuck inside a person I hate. I am a person I don't want to be and I wish nothing more than to fail. Why do I want to fail? Why God do I feel, do I feel unwanted? Unloved by even my self. Why must I be this person? A soul trapped in a skin gasping for air... Air I tell myself I don't want. I don't need. I am drowning and I like the feel. My lungs burn for air and I don't want to surface. I want the fire to engulf me--I want the flames to swallow my lungs. Swallow me whole. I feel dead inside. No something worse than death... I am a small child trying to find a place in this world. A child who can't find Who won't find a place in this world. Why, oh why God? Do I spend more time, wanting to end my life. Than to live it

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Like a river washing over us everything was gone. The tears The laughter The memories The good and the Bad Everything. Gone. Gone. Gone. No turning back, No holding on. Everything left us Every moment we ever shared was stripped from our past. There was nothing left to hold onto Like limp helpless humans we had to stand. Stand and watch everything we loved and cared for stripped from us. Until we were left as cold humans left bare in a rushing stream, The love we once felt was disappearing. Dissolving. We cried. Both of us. We so desperately wanted to hold on... But we felt our grips loosen We had to let Go. There was no life preserver no swimming to shore The current pulled us away and there was no turning back. No memory. We washed away until we no longer wanted to remember. To remember, why? Why we loved. How we loved. What we felt before was no longer there. It was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC

yllise

Gone.

Like a river washing over us everything was gone. The tears The laughter The memories The good and the Bad Everything. Gone. Gone. Gone. No turning back, No holding on. Everything left us Every moment we ever shared was stripped from our past. There was nothing left to hold onto Like limp helpless humans we had to stand. Stand and watch everything we loved and cared for stripped from us. Until we were left as cold humans left bare in a rushing stream, The love we once felt was disappearing. Dissolving. We cried. Both of us. We so desperately wanted to hold on... But we felt our grips loosen We had to let Go. There was no life preserver no swimming to shore The current pulled us away and there was no turning back. No memory. We washed away until we no longer wanted to remember. To remember, why? Why we loved. How we loved. What we felt before was no longer there. It was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

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