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1.4k · Dec 2017
Dear Creativity
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
I’m all out of poems
I’m all out of rhymes
I’m boring, I’m tired,
I’m lacking in time.

Sincerely,

My lack of motivation
Happy Finals Week students!
1.1k · Jun 2018
No more suns.
Olivia Ventura Jun 2018
Why should a sun dictate
What we see and what we don’t?
Are we that insecure
That we have to pay
For our passion
To be seen?
In all honesty I don’t think we should have suns on HelloPoetry. They highlight and promote poems just because people pay for it. I’ve never used a sun before, and I feel ***** even doing this, but I wanted to protest it by using it against itself. What are your thoughts?
883 · Aug 2019
Miscommunication
Olivia Ventura Aug 2019
A tragedy of conversation
Can bring a tremendous friendship  
To an untimely holt
772 · Mar 2018
Beautiful enigma
Olivia Ventura Mar 2018
I’d rather remain an enigma to him.
It’s easier knowing he won’t know my grim
Starvation is not a polite conversation
Damnation is not but a plight confirmation

I’d rather remain an enigma to him.
Let my lip quiver as I try to be prim.
My eyelash vaporizes tears into smoke.
My lipstick a match for fires to stoke.

I’d rather remain an enigma to him.
Let his questions fill him up to the brim.
He would laugh if I told him cause of my pain
I want a connection free of disdain

I’d rather remain an enigma to him.
Not that I don’t think he’d handle the dim.
I just think it’s better to separate it all
After all, he’s the one who caused me to fall

So yes... I’d rather remain a tortured
Yet contained
Beautiful enigma
622 · Feb 2019
You, on the other hand-
Olivia Ventura Feb 2019
I'm wearing a halo of red light,
While you wear one of blue;
You gravitate towards the earth,
And I fall away, without you.

I drift into myself,
And you have no idea who you are;
You are a heavy mass of rock,
and I am a dying star.

But as I expand and explode,
You try to prove your gregarious spirit;
Eventually, we will collide,
And I will be able to endure it.
The title of the poem is the last missing verse
608 · Mar 2018
Only Friends
Olivia Ventura Mar 2018
The other day was a lonely sigh
My tongue, caught, between your teeth
lips were chapped and mouths were dry
The first time that I was underneath

Of course it all meant nothing
It was not something that mattered
Never mind that I can’t help blushing
When you asked me I was only flattered

But days weeks and months more
My body yearns for your hands to explore
Just a look, we both know what’s in store
On the couch, on the bed, on the floor

Your touch is an addictive ******
Whisper again how my skin is like butter
Your sigh is passionately delicate
The lovely truth I keep below a mutter

But we are friends and will remain
Though we occasionally miss each other
I will always wait with such disdain
But commitment is not recovered
585 · Aug 2018
Tolerance
Olivia Ventura Aug 2018
I would get nauseous
After just one cigarette
But since then I’ve grown a tolerance
And now I find friendship from nicotine

I would overthink
About the skin that lived on my body
But since then I’ve grown a tolerance
And I find endearment from my curves

I would rewrite
About love and everything in between
But since then I’ve grown a tolerance
And I see progress instead of mistakes

I would fall
At the sight or even the smell of you
But since then I’ve grown a tolerance
And I think this time it’s gonna stick
495 · Dec 2017
It’s fading
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
I used to drawing these big yellow circles.
They would always make me happy.
Every time I did, I expected miracles
And I know that that seems sappy.
But there was just something about it
That forced my mouth to smile
I wouldn’t even have to think about it
At least that lasted for a little while.
Things have changed now that I’m older
I don’t have time to look at colors
Now, instead of thinking they look bolder
They’ve faded like light through closed shutters
Is it just that time has worn me down
Or is it just the truth in life
That an innocent smile turns to a frown
And a happy yellow circle into strife
422 · Dec 2017
Someone Worth Kissing
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Why do I wish you were standing there
running your hands through my hair
Whispering compliments in my ear
Promising me that you’ll always be here
Listening to our favorite song
swaying, together, all the while long
Feeling your pulse against my cheek
Feeling my knees become a little weak
I could stay here for hours with you
Because I believe what you said was true
That people were made with a part of them missing
Only to find it in someone worth kissing
412 · Dec 2017
The Sea and The Sand
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
I won’t make you choose between me and you
It’s not fair considering all we’ve been through
And although I know this is out of the blue
I hope you know that i’ve missed you too.

It seems I’ve had one foot out the door
And in the beginning I know you felt more
But time has since past with its endings galore
So here I am, alone, walking along the shore

Listening to the waves crash upon the land
I’m reminded that heartbreak will never be planned
But much like the sea loves kissing the sand
I will forever miss holding your hand
396 · May 2018
Icarus
Olivia Ventura May 2018
Tangible ghosts stare straight through me
As I run down a winding path
They call out my steps by one two three
As I sort through the aftermath

I still reach for your hand when I’m scared
Sometimes you reach for mine as well
Though you’ll never believe I’ve prepared
For the night that we hold hands in hell

Love is too sweet an idea for reality
Hate is too bitter an emotion for us
Kiss me for a not-so-meaningful duality
We melt when we touch the sun, Icarus
389 · Feb 2018
Steel
Olivia Ventura Feb 2018
My leg is a ****** to steel
But the craving is something too real
I’ll grip the blade in hand
So suffering will be my brand

The cold edge against my soft skin
Calls out to something dark within
The inexplicable need to cut
As my lip quivers and my eyes shut

My leg is no longer a ****** to steel
It stings but I truly get the appeal
Expressing the intensity
When heartstrings pull with tenacity

I wrap the wound in fabric lies
And fasten it with red stained ties
And no one will see the shame
Because they won’t know what to blame
378 · Aug 2018
What to do
Olivia Ventura Aug 2018
Thumbing through pictures of people I don’t know
Looking at paintings by artists no one shows
Watching for patterns to see if I can escape
People not watching my plays or reading my poems

Suddenly art is no longer subjective
Now it’s only credited by the public eye
And I’ve in turn lost my creative eye
And now I’ve lost sight of my objective

To tell a story through my point of view
But now I just sit here and stew
On what they’ll want/see/hear/do
But my words are not meant for all of you

Now that my dreams have become reality
Should I be excited?
That my heart is going to be on display?
In front of my friends and family and him!

******* ambitions caused me to see
That maybe fame isn’t worth insecurity
But maybe that’s why so few people
Come to fame in the first place

My dreams sprawl out in every direction
And I don’t know which way to go
I could be a coward and keep to myself
Or I could be loud and proclaim my pain

Facing my audience, I stand in silence
Waiting for their applause before I perform
Hoping they’re entertained by nothing
So I don’t have to show all them all of me
350 · Feb 2021
Listen
Olivia Ventura Feb 2021
You can hear them
Stories that turn into pantomimes
Shadows dancing in his mind
Joining hands in the quiet
Breaking free when the voices come back
348 · Jan 2018
Blushing
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
cherry blossoms bloom pink across a cloudy white sky.
a sunset washes the overcast away with a rosy hue.
a flame breaks out atop silvery ashes.
women dressed in crimson twirl around a marble dance hall.
redbirds fly in the pale morning to find their nectar.
you blush.
346 · Jun 2018
Kafkaesque
Olivia Ventura Jun 2018
Shadows of a future dancing in the light.

When I look into the darkness of another early night.

How many hours have now met me and passed?

How many days until I finally reach my last?

In a room full of dust I am forgotten waste.

A repulsive disease plaguing my loved ones with distaste.

Little legs can’t take me as far as they might.

I remain in darkness so as not to cause a fright.

Samsa the traveling salesman; a haunting, unfamiliar name.

Samsa the traveling salesman; soon gone before his fame.
345 · Jan 2018
Phone number
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
Used her ******* to write down her digits
Texted him while she leaned against the bathroom stall
Laughed at his joke while she coughed up her food
Cried because of him when she still wasn’t thin enough
340 · Dec 2017
The Crowd of the Grounded
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
People talking to one another without speaking
walking by without stepping forward
ignoring without looking the other way
screaming without moving their mouths

yet here I'm sitting without touching the ground
without being grounded to anything or anyone
and I seem to be the only one breaking the silence
I seem to be the one who moves the feet below me

I'm feeling my  legs stiffening as I step
I'm not breaking the silence as loudly as I once had
I'm touching the ground and it's weighing me down
Yet everyone wants to be a "grounded person"

So I'm leaping off the landing with all I've got
Trying to be suspended as I was before
It's harder now knowing all that I do
But I have to get back to where I was before

I'm afraid, if I don't, I too will be stuck
falling into the same patterns as the others
never moving, never making noise, never knowing
what it means to be grounded
is being without doing
337 · Nov 2018
Her Hair
Olivia Ventura Nov 2018
Nimble fingers and humble toes
Each with a different set of fingerprints
He examined each one and kissed them
And then he lay them down

Tight cheek bones and a concave torso
He let his hand run down her jagged ribs
He memorized the veins she tried to open. And his tears took her blood’s place

He felt the lines etched in her skin
And he noticed their strategic placement
His lip quivered when hers lay still
His eyes watered when hers turned pale

He couldn’t collect himself
So he collected thin strands of her hair
He compiled enough to touch her forever
Then he stood, taking her in one last time
335 · Feb 2019
Failure
Olivia Ventura Feb 2019
Dirivitive
Misleading
A complete
And utter
Failure.

Words that puncture my lungs
And drill their way through the walls
surrounding my heart
until they reach the main artery
And demolish the confidence I knew
Until the new words like

Sub-par
overrated
under-achieving
And cliche
take form.
Even my poetry about failure is a failure
318 · Dec 2017
Her creation
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
she leans against the tree
Wondering what life would be like
If her two became a three
Yet she rode up the hill with one bike

She wants someone to look at her
So she gouges out her eyes
She wants someone to listen to her
So she tears off an ear with her ties
She wants someone to dance with
So she splits her foot in two
She wants someone to laugh with
So she breaks off a rib to make do

She wants someone to sing to her
So she grips the voice in her throat
she wants someone to kiss her
And she tears the lips with the throat

She creates her own someone
And she loves him to pieces
But the one thing she forgot to give him
Was a piece of her heart
309 · Dec 2017
Thank you
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Thank you, dear poets, for your words of wisdom
Thank you for sharing your thoughts
thank you for all of the comments and views
thank you for sharing your plots

thank you for writing your feelings in lyric
thank you for all the epiphanies
thank you for supporting others, always
thank you for sharing your memories

As the rest of us know writing isn't easy
neither is sharing your work
so thanks, again, for letting us read
and giving us all a good smirk
I just wanted to make sure I said thank you because nobody says it enough, but thank you truly for reading my work and supporting it; it means a lot that I'm a part of a community that takes care of one another.
304 · Dec 2017
Let them
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Let my mind wander through green pastures
Let my feet follow
Let my eyes search the sea for a great Creature
Let my ship follow
Let my lips talk of love without having to speak
Let my heart follow
296 · Dec 2017
The Best You Can Do
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
If they do something to hurt you
And they look you in the eye
With tears in the place of a smile
And all they can think to speak
Is “This is the best I can do, right now.”
Then you forgive them.
Because that’s the best thing you can do
For them
295 · Apr 2018
Gazebo
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
There’s a place where ivy grows too thick
Spilling over wooden walls of white lattice
It stands on a platform of grey brick
Where fireflies wallow in a luminous status

In the night, the lights give off a hazy glow
It traps the sounds of laughter and lust
Where daytime fades and shadows grow
Where a lovely sigh becomes a windy gust

In the morning the leaves whisper secrets
And the flowers listen in with open ears
And the dirt stays moist and weedless
So the vines creep up from cloud’s tears

That beautiful hideaway we used to share
I’ll always remember what we had there
Now summer arrives and you hardly care
And you’ll never love me, you’ll never dare

But at least I still have my gazebo
It’s roomier without you
294 · Nov 2017
Let It Be Him
Olivia Ventura Nov 2017
Love, you've hurt me here and there
I can't count the times I've been caught in your snare
But along these journeys, I've learned lessons
Like never to let heartbreak turn into depression

But now I'd like to ask you a favor
See, this time I truly think I'm enchanted
if you grant me this wish, I'll be on my best behavior
And you know, from the past, that I won't take you for granted

If you're planning on a soul mate
If you're finding me a whim
I request no fate
Love, let it be him

The one who I think of when I see the word "romance"
The one who finds his way into all my thoughts
the one who, I wish, would give me a glance
the one who ties my stomach into knots

If you're already working on someone
I'd rather you start from scratch  
for I fear these feelings cannot be undone
my heart is already planning to dispatch

If you're planning on a soul mate
If you're finding me a whim
I request no fate
Love, let it be him

I'm afraid my time is running out
The warmth is overtaking my brain
Though, now I know without a doubt
This new feeling is not another feign

If you're planning on a soul mate
If you're finding me a whim
I request no fate
just let it be him
293 · Jul 2019
Chase
Olivia Ventura Jul 2019
The sun said to the moon:
Why can I never catch up to you?
But the moon replied:
Were we not running away from each other?
266 · Apr 2018
To send
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
To send you love is to hope that the praying and the thinking and the fantasizing and the scheming and the wishing upon wish will finally end with a gesture from you.

To send you off is to say goodbye to the kisses and whispers and glances and laughter and crooked smiles that somehow seem to hurt worse than they heal.

To send for help is to cry out after all of the fake smiles and the pretend listening and the day to day charade and the useless chit chat that covers up all the emotions that are too intense to talk about over brunch.

To send assistance is to pick you up and carry you through the fighting and punching and sobbing and confusion even though I have no idea where I’m going either.

To send a signal is to let someone else know there’s another lonely person out there.
260 · Aug 2018
Polish
Olivia Ventura Aug 2018
You were like a coat of nail polish-
I felt pretty when you were there, but you made me feel cheap, which made it satisfying to slowly chip away at little pieces of you.
But when you were completely gone,
I felt like I was missing something.
250 · Jan 2019
The dreaded elbow
Olivia Ventura Jan 2019
My elbow is throbbing.

My elbow is throbbing because I was getting out of bed, and I bonked my elbow on my headboard.

I bonked my elbow on my headboard because, while I was getting out of bed, I stepped on a pile of clothes I had left at the foot of my bed the night before, stumbled, fallen, bonked, and now my elbow is throbbing.

I left the pile of clothes at the foot of my bed because I was too tired and lazy to fold them and put them away, but my grandmother always told me that if I forgot to put my clothes away at the end of the day there would be bad karma, and now I guess the only thing to say is that I got what I deserved after I had stumbled, fallen, and bonked, and now my elbow is throbbing.

I was too tired and lazy to put my clothes away because I had just gotten out of the shower and I was already carrying a towel, my work clothes, and I was shutting the door with foot, so in a way it makes sense that I dropped my clothes at the foot of my bed because I had to change into comfortable sleeping clothes before I could crawl into bed, but in order to so I had to drop the work clothes that were already in my hands so I could grab my comfortable sleeping clothes before letting my towel slip, and once I did that I realized it made me forget about the work clothes I had recently dropped because I was only thinking about sleeping, which eventually lead to my stumble, fall, bonk, and throbbing elbow.
249 · Dec 2017
limbo
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
I'm in a state of contemplation
I'll need to apply some meditation
I'm struggling with how to say
that I think I'll never make anyone stay

But I tell myself it wont last long
soon I'll be writing another love song
but I ask myself if it's truly worth it
If the best I'll ever do is getting no benefit

I'm still young and I've got plenty of time
but waiting for something from nothing isn't sublime
to tell you the truth I don't think I can wait
but it's not like I have much say in my fate

The only thing to do is wonder
and watch my love life be torn asunder
time after time and the cycle continues
sitting, alone, reading take out menus

is there really such a thing as a sole mate?
or are people just looking for something they can't hate
to distract themselves with some illusion
which, coincidentally, causes much more confusion

I'm in a limbo between hope and giving up
'cuz I don't really know how to "live it up"
so I'll stay in my room and I'll keep complaining
since when did being cynical become so draining?
248 · Nov 2017
I'm Not In Love
Olivia Ventura Nov 2017
If I was in love with you, I would tell you how you've never left my mind since the day we last talked.

If I was in love with you, I would tell you that I can't remember the last time I had the courage to look you in the eye.

If I was in love with you, I would tell you that I laugh at myself every day for being in this much pain when I was the one who caused it.

If I was in love with you, I would tell you that I'm frustrated with myself because of the fact that I hurt you.

If I was in love with you, I would distract myself with anything to stop you from invading my thoughts.

If I was in love with you, you could tell by my expression that I wear a plastic face to cover up my exposed skeleton.

If I was in love with you, you would have known from the start that I've been in misery watching you try for me.

If I was in love with you, I would try to convince myself that the world's view on young lovers is the right one.

If I was in love with you, why would I hurt you like I did?

So I can't be in love with you, because how could anyone like you love me?
248 · Apr 2018
Moving on
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
Sun wakes me up with a warm smile
Bird welcomes the day with a hymn
You haven’t danced in my mind in a while
Suddenly the chance of rain feels slim
247 · Apr 2018
Brave Soul
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
A walking corpse with a beating heart
Sends you her love with her smile
Though her beady eyes set her apart
She’ll still be around for a while

Go on as if she was not in the room
It’s difficult to look in her direction
Her expression blends into all the gloom
And her face holds a sickly complexion

But she’s doing the best that she can
And that’s all that should matter to us
She may not be toned she may not be tan
But we’ll help by not making a fuss

She tries her best to dance and sing
She attempts to make us all laugh
She doesn’t know what tomorrow brings
So she never lives life to only a half
246 · Jun 2018
Motherhood
Olivia Ventura Jun 2018
“I have stretched out my skin
I have worn my face out
This is the last day of my life
And the first day of hers

Everything I am and have been
Is now sewn into her lineage
Everything she will one day be
Has to be better than what I was

The pressure of creating a perfect home
Is the only thing that keeps me calm
The stresses of becoming a role model
Only make me try to be better

The reason I’m in this position
Is the reason I get out of bed everyday
This is the last day of my life
And the first day of hers”

- Who I strive to be when my time comes
239 · Jun 2018
Salty Water
Olivia Ventura Jun 2018
I cupped my hands full of salty water
I told him this was my life, and more
He acted like I wasn’t someone’s daughter
And he swam back to the shore

The water dripped out
Through holes in my skin
I tried my best to seal them
But I couldn’t keep in

It ran between my fingers
And landed on my toes
My hands were empty and wet
And my bare feet froze
238 · Nov 2017
Bumble Bee
Olivia Ventura Nov 2017
Bumble Bee
Fly with me
Talk of tomorrow
oh blue sky
let me lie
hide from my sorrow
you and me
meant to be
despite our future
take the leap
off to sleep
this sweet dream suits her
why should I
sit and cry
It was her mistake
still this pain
leaves a stain
that blood was not fake
to the sad
poor young lad
sitting at the bar
never know
he may go
join the other stars
236 · Jan 2018
Dear Heartbreak
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
I lost my best friend
I lost my companion
I’m bruised and I’m beat
But I’ll get back on my feet

Love,

The closure I finally have
233 · Apr 2022
Just one
Olivia Ventura Apr 2022
All it takes is one person
To pull a poem out of the stack and say
“This is good, people should see it”
Never mind the other contenders
Or the fact that it’s been sitting there
Under a pile of other feelings, pages, works
For so long that it’s warped and dusty
Because one person likes it
And shared it with the world
And suddenly it’s a masterpiece
Even if it’s not
But that’s a beautiful thing, albeit frustrating
Because all it takes is one person
230 · Dec 2017
The Ornament
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Last Christmas an ornament fell off the tree
The glass orb slipped from the highest bow
transparent shards replaced its pretty ivory
to this day I'm still confused as to how

I still remember when it was new and clean
It brought a great warmth to our collection
I think about all the Christmases it had seen
How many had seen its delicate complexion

it was given to my parents on their wedding day
and they hung it together, every year
but last year it fell and broke on Christmas day
and the only shimmers are found from tears
229 · Jan 2018
Golden Rye
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
Close your eyes, take a breath.
There's no need to be scared.
cover your ears and shun the death
of the innocence we once shared.

Pretend the raven did not crow.
Pretend that Paul did not deny.
Pretend that highs aren't always low.
Just look to the golden rye.

Tread through the weeds and find a patch
where sunlight bathes earth's skin.
Here your dreams may stay and hatch,
But commandments won't let you sin.

lay down, lady with gleaming hair,
and stay a while in thought.
Just fade away and smell the air.
Forget the purity you once sought.
226 · Feb 2019
Disappointment
Olivia Ventura Feb 2019
Droplets rolling over oily-feathered wings
Dew weighing down the lady bugs’ shelter
Wrinkles characterizing an aging set of eyes
A tea bag floating in unboiled water
Grey clouds strangling the sun
A gorgeous curve without a hand to touch it
A stained tear caressing a red face
You are disappointed
225 · Dec 2017
Haiku of the 900
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Nine hundred people
Don’t know what to say or do
So they’ll look to you
223 · Feb 2019
Hurt
Olivia Ventura Feb 2019
I’m burning the back of my throat
Every time I speak to you

I’m pulling the muscles in my neck
Trying to look away from you

I’m spraining both of my ankles
Trying to be far from you

But it feels natural
To be hurt by you
222 · Mar 2019
Night cap
Olivia Ventura Mar 2019
Whiskey and sours
In the lonely hours
Is a bubbly dream
As I’m letting off steam
218 · Jan 2018
breakfast
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
A porcelain landscape
Becomes the great escape
clothed in savory splendor
masked by sweet contenders
a pool of black greets its pallet
blue mugs are decadent chalets
217 · Oct 2018
Cave
Olivia Ventura Oct 2018
I wandered into a cave the other day
It was hollow and dark and damp and dank
I threw a stone into the empty grey
I smiled and turned as if I had someone there to thank

I explored the space with a candle and a stick
I cranked my neck down to the rocks below
I utterly uttered a name that made me sick
The haunting sound made a resonating echo

And for some reason I waited, expecting an answer
It wasn't long before, again, I saw I was alone
I knew that I wasn't exactly the second-glancer
But that's why I fell when you cast the first stone

That's why I sat at the bottom of a cave shivering, shaking
Waiting for an excuse to drag me back to my real life
To go from a rock ridden home to a home that's breaking
To go back and pick up my burden of strife

And on my way out I saw a drop fall and a waveform
And on my way out I saw a shimmer against the darkness
And on my way out the rain kissed my face like a perfect storm
And on my way out I knew there was a light I could harness
212 · May 2018
For all
Olivia Ventura May 2018
Dear skin,
For all intents and purposes
For all those willing to listen
For all people who are lost
For all the threatening thoughts
For all the times it happened
For all the times it never did-
This is why I did it.
Sincerely,


Knife.
211 · Dec 2017
Clarity
Olivia Ventura Dec 2017
Whenever an indevor
I’d think of the meaning of clarity
Its simple beauty
Its blissful foundation
The feeling of everything
And yet the feeling of one thing
Clarity is a beautiful word
Yet now I find no peace of mind
It isn’t so simple
It isn’t so romantic
It’s all so messy
So clarity is not a beautiful word
It’s just an idea
211 · Jan 2018
Evangeline's Lament
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
my heart is all but beating today,
my lips are parted, cold, and numb.
my person scattered, now a scarlet array.
my love confused, utterly dumb.

what a life I wanted to share with you.
Dear God I pray it was not in vain.
such a life I dreamt might've never come true,
now my crimson tears stream out of these veins.

The eternal smell of alfalfa and cover
greets me with a sweet hello.
forgive me, my love, now our future is over.
My shadow will tempt you but you must say no.

Say no if it asks you to keep me company,
For I know your fate is not so bleak.
if you miss me, just visit my willow tree,
and forgive me, my love, that I was weak.

The Reaper's siren, I always repressed.
a wreath of baby's breath is my new halo.
my hands lay crossed above my breast.
revolver taken away along with the blood from cephalo-

Ethereal light transfixed on her figure.
this melancholy serene where life and death meet.
The name, Evangeline, carved of Ligure
her wedding veil now her winding sheet.
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