Serial Dulcinea - Hello Poetry

Jan 2016

Aris

The weaker of us two (His Version)

I will not fight you in this. I
have loved you and that means that I have already won.

Part II - http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1519478/the-weaker-of-us-two-her-version/

#love #depression #thoughts #night #her #late #him #unrequited #hopeless #random

Jul 2015

Anonymous

Anonymous blogger

I used to wonder about you
The girl with the pretty glimmer in her eyes:
The girl with the broken shards of honey speckled glass
Lost in the deep brown chestnut of your iris
I used to wonder how your eyes alone could be so mesmerizing
Yet I’ve never actually seen them in person.

But before I even questioned the beauty of your eyes,
You we’re just words to me,
Another faceless blog to follow,
Another desperate artist bleeding your insides against a keyboard,
I couldn’t stop myself from questioning the inner workings of your mind,
The way your words seemed to echo throughout not just my head, but my whole body.
I craved to know the artist behind the words that drenched my soul in sadness
The artist who wrote not with ink, but with blood,
Your past memories made your words sing like a requiem for the opening of a funeral,
And I was in a trance,
I stalked, then I stalked some more.
(Not in the creepy way I might add)
But in a way where my soul craved to know pieces of you
As beautiful as you are, I had no idea what you looked like.
I stalked your words more than I poured over my own work.
I think I saw the hunger in your words, maybe a sense of loss and a sense of positivity,
You we’re different. The way you wrote wasn’t like any other I had met.
I think I fell in love with your writing at some point,
Then I saw you, and I had wondered why such a beautiful woman would feel such pain
But I couldn’t help but be selfish with your words; I read them and re-read them
Hanging onto each one as if it was a delicate kiss from something beyond this world
You we’re so positive but behind the positivity I could feel a shadow of sadness
Maybe that’s why you’ve always been so beautiful to me;
Because I saw you for your words before I saw you for your looks
Even now to this day, I crave you.
I crave your words like nothing I have experienced
And sometimes, when I feel lost I look for you; I look for your words
Because you’ve always somehow managed to become part of me
Even if you as a person never became part of my life
Your words, your story, and your emotions, they felt like home

Jan 2015

LittleFreeBird

Advice To Boys Who Fall In Love With Sad Girls

some days they are sad. sad about the weather, sad about the thing that happened last night, sad about losing their favorite book, sad about their coffee being cold, sad about the fact that they can't find matching socks. lots of things make them sad, lots of nothings make them sad too. you see, when you have a predisposition for being sad, every little thing counts. so when you ask her why she is sad and she cannot answer, do not press further. do not go looking for a reason that just isn't there. when you ask what you can do and she says nothing, do not be hurt. do not feel useless. when she wakes in the middle of the night and she is silent, but you can feel the bed shaking as she cries, do not assume you know what she is feeling. you don't. hold her if she wants it, don't touch her if she doesn't. if you ask her if she wants you to stay and she says yes, do. but if she tells you to walk away, do not listen. stay with her, because if you don't, she might not be there in the morning .

Nov 2014

Noah Matuszewski

A Quixotic Note

To My Beloved Dulcinea,

the very thought of your
beauty and wonder
let me cast aside perils
with but an image in my mind's eye
of your sweet face
gives me strength on lonely treks

In visions
I burn for you
I soar in your triumphs
and howl like a demon in your
tribulations.

when you smile
I swim in your joy
it is by you
that I may ignore defeat.

Nov 2014

Jeffrey Pua

So I am Winking At Her

She is the most attentive person
That I know. So I am winking
At her.

I do not really know
Which star at night
Reminded me of her
Just like before.
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Aldebaran--
I do not recall a star that--
That does not look back,
She cannot see me anymore,
Just looking, staring at her,
This way. God,
She's so beautiful.

She is the harpist of my life.
She feels more than ever.
She longs for shapes, sizes, and textures.
What a cute baby...
Her hand is fond
Of my hand, memorizing
The intricate lines and features,
Telling my future.
You can tell what she really is.
She smiles despite of.

She is literally wind, monsoon,
Literal dark and light,
A soul, a window.
She is literally blind.
She is literally love.

She is the most attentive love
That I know.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

#love #thoughts

Sep 2014

Molly

False Idol (2)

You said I was a god and I believed you
thought you would always pray to me
thought your devotion to me was eternal

called you crying because my word is divine
even between thunder storm sobs
called you a sinner because fear
is the root of fidelity

but I remember when you said you were an atheist
realized I was just as human as you
decided you didn't need my wrath
you walked through my fire
stole my halo
became your own savior
and now I am alone and godless

you were the only one to ever love me
but you have denounced your faith
and if God doesn't exist
then who the hell was I

Posted a version of this before, edited it in class

#love #god #religion

Jul 2014

wes parham

combat zoology

Twice lost, one soul appeared, unbidden,
Ambushed, in plain sight.
Results? All hidden.
As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.
I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul,
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.
My engine had an inner working, impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.

It was bad enough to have her occupy every minute of my brain's time. She ignored me like an Olympic class apathetic, but my feet, those damnable devices of divination, could find her like a dowser's wand. I began to see this as open hostilities on the part of my angels and muses, to torture my animal so. Fighting to be heard, fighting to be seen, forced to always find and helpless to engage the enemy at such unexpected close quarters.

#love #fear #desire #original #misunderstood #longing #conflict #shy #misunderstanding

Jul 2014

Craig Harrison

Never Before

I'm not scared to admit I've never met anyone like you before
Someone so surprising, so caring and loving
I don't know how but I can't get you out of my mind
which is now filled with thoughts of you.

When I'm with you, no matter how short the time spent
everyone else in the room disappears,
I don't hear or see anyone else, only you.
I've reached a point where I no longer know what to do
I don't know how but I can't get you out of my mind
which is now filled with thoughts of you.

In the near future certain events may pull us apart
I may never see you again
but I will try everything to keep you in my life
I'm not scared to admit I've never met anyone like you before
Someone so surprising, so caring and loving

This is an oldie, came across it while looking at some of my old stuff.. I hope you like

Jun 2014

Q

Unobsessed

It's fading, I can feel it
You no longer get me high
It's fading, god, it's fading
You're not the light of my life.

I knew it when I hugged you
And you felt so damnably human
I knew it, I told myself to stop
But I never listen, I wouldn't, couldn't.

I've been scared of this since I saw you
I knew from the get-go you weren't like the rest
I've been scared of this since I saw you
And I'm fighting becoming unobsessed.

I knew I felt nothing particularly healthy
I knew I idolized you without reason
But reason enough was gut instinct
I can't just leave it behind, can't move on.

This is my personality's greatest flaw
I grip and hold and latch to anything
And when my fingers are to numb too hold on
I cry and scream and write farewells in poetry.

Goodbye sweet obsession
Soon you'll simply be a friend
Goodbye sweet obsession
While you lasted, you were godsend.

I don't think I'll be in the mood to write for awhile.

#depressed #alone #obsession #left #tired

Jun 2014

wes parham

the Light Between Oceans pt2

Confidences
were something we shared, but then,
Secrets are nothing per sè...

Confidence
was a thing that I'm lacking, but that
Never stopped me, anyway...

I pressed you, you starved me,
It was wrong, but it couldn't be helped.
I said some things that I don't quite recall
You said a few things yourself.

It was a ridiculous assumption, and god **** it,
You're right.
Forgive me if I don't always hear your advice,
Or look away from the truth.
I'm still listening, I swear it.
I'm afraid you might think I'm just here for your ***,
Or afraid you might think that I'm boring and dull.
I'm just beginning to learn that others perceptions,
Are all, as they should be,
well beyond my control,

But, still...

Your eyes of ocean depth see me,
I want you to speak my name.
Searching all my cliches in the dark,
Forgetting the lies from which we came.
But what if all my words are true?
What if they show me the way?
What if the light between oceans is thought,
And words sufficient to make you stay?

(continued from part one) Nasty business, this. The story takes a dark turn, polluting the waters but pulling through in the end, hopeful. Hopeful. This is all metered for a reading over some music sent to me by a distant collaborator through soundcloud. I'll link when that noise is ready.
http://soundcloud.com/warmphase
(UPDATE: IT'S COMPLETE. Thanks to soundcloud musician Dennis Ramler for taking me on in a collaborative effort )
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/the-light-between-oceans

#eyes #soul #discovery #communication #misunderstanding #revelation #collaboration

Jun 2014

wes parham

lean raven head

Hello again, raven, I’m glad that you’re here,
It’s been far too long since you came.
I missed your black feathers, your gravelly call,
Becomes music when speaking my name.
Lean close, my bird, and tell me a secret,
Any, if yours, will do.
I’m too long alone, and the world is too guarded,
I’m pinning my hopes all on you.

Lean again, bird, and tell me some more,
Black feathers cantilevered,
Away and Away.
Drink of me,
And Drink of you,
As we think all the night into day.

Music, when speaking my name.
Her voice, unkind; her heart, steady set against a storm of blackness.
By your thoughts you will change this world for the better.

Read here by the author:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/lean-raven-head?in=warmphase/sets/poems

#love #hope #solitude #beauty #loneliness #raven #dulcinea

Jun 2014

wes parham

(always) I have been here before

Always, I have been here before.
I tried living backwards with her,
Asking the questions after her answers,
Falling in love once she was long gone.
But that was another, not the same, in a chain of serial Dulcineas.
But then you came along and climbed down from that pedestal,
you slapped me,
Hard,
But laughed,
And I realized,
how you had been right,
All along.

You've got it all wrong. You're doing it wrong. Listen to that coarse voice because it is much more practical than you. There is nothing romantic about a pining Quixote, he's just another giant mouth to feed. Elevation and desire, the one you need is not the one you want, candy is sweet, but can give you indigestion. Life's best lessons are painful, don't ignore their value.
Hear that noise here:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/i-have-always-been-here-before

#love #desire #pain #obsession #mistakes #awakenings #dulcinea #quixote

Jun 2014

wes parham

ocean's Floor

"Nothing waits below for you", mermaids smiled, and spoke to me.
Memory fled, then all I knew was written on the sea.
Great paragraphs, on ocean swells,
In running, sodden ink,
The bow broke foam from recollections,
My wedding day,
I think.
Words rose up the sides of waves,
and flung me down the other side.
Then licked the shore for crumbs they found,
That rose up in the tide.
Heartbeat slowed, my body sank,
Turned empty eyes beneath.
Rays of light revealed your face,
Colossal, in the reef.

The poet's memories are stripped away as his life is ending. Drowning at sea, his final sight is the staggering vision of beauty in a human face, seen formed out of the reef on the sea floor. Inspired by a dream and after a steady musical diet of nick cave's "push the sky away", including a track called "mermaids" which contains the haunting verse:
"I believe in the rapture, for I've seen your face,
on the floor of the ocean, at the bottom of the rays..."
Hear that noise recited by the author here:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/oceans-floor

#love #original #death #beauty #mermaids #longing #drowning #memory #cave #shipwreck