Dani - Hello Poetry

Dani Apr 2013

College

In seven days
six hours
twenty three minutes
and 5
     4
      3
       2
        1 seconds

I will lose you.

I will lose you,
because you will be farther
than we already are.
and we will be more broken,
than we have previously been.

We will be distanced,
by time,
and days,
and hours and minutes and seconds.

And I will lose you.

I will lose you to a world,
of higher education,
wilder parties,
and heavier drinking.

I will lose you,
to sluttier girls,
and drunken weekends,
after a long 5 days of studying.

I will lose you,
to stressful days
and sleepless nights,
and 19 cent ramen noodle meals.

I have lost you.
Physically.

But mentally,
loss seems unreal
You will always be on my mind,
and in my memory.
But in six days
five hours
twenty two minutes
and 5
     4
      3
       2
        1 seconds,

I will no longer be in yours.

You will lose me.

He is going to forget that I exist.

Dani Apr 2013

Daft Poem

What's going on ?

All because I hoped that you'd be someone different
and I know that I was right,
you just gotta try.

Fear will always make you blind
especially if it's to love
But the answer is in clear view
It's amazing what you'll find face to face

I realized you weren't wrong,
about this, but
it was a mere illusion
it could be changed to a different conclusion.

Because
It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
when you finally get involved face to face

I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true
I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true

Why don't you play the game ?

I know that,
It might not be the right time
and I know that,
I might not be the right one.
But there's something about us.
There's something between us anyway.

We are human... after all,
we do have
Much in common. After all

Because if you
Buy it, use it, break it,
you
fix it,
don't
Trash it,*
you
change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write about
it, cut it, paste it,
then you
save it,

We just have to
Work It Harder
in order to
Make It Better
so that we can
Do It Faster,
and I know that it will
Make Us stronger.

More Than Ever
even a few
Hours After
But am sad to say, that
Our Work Is Never Over

But believe me then I say that
We've come too far
to give up who we are.
So let's raise the bar,
and our cups to the stars.

Just
One more time
if we can get it,
We're gonna celebrate.

You know we're gonna do it right
this time around,
It might not be
Tonight
but
Hey!
I'm
Just feelin'

It's been much too long,
since I felt this last
I feel it coming on
The feeling is in my bones

We just have to
Work It Harder
in order to
Make It Better
so that we can
Do It Faster,
and I know that it will
Make Us stronger.

Now,
lets just try to
live it,
because its
*the prime time of your life

I wrote a pretty ****** poem using Daft Punk lyrics

Dani Apr 2013

words never said

The words I needed to hear that day
and all the days after that,
were the words I never heard from you,
the words you never said.
But I told them to myself,
using your voice inside my head,
because I wanted to forgive
the fact that you let
someone else sleep in your bed.

Forgive and forget they say,
but both are easier said than done,
when the anxiety walks around all day,
posing a threat
with a metaphorical smoking gun,
with that gun pointed to your chest,
causing it to cave in and collapse.

But at least for now,
at least for a while,
the treat is gone,
and so is the anxiety
that has made its home in my lungs
and my chest can expand like a normal person,
and for now the pain won't worsen,
because that gun ran out of ammunition,
at least for a few days,
at least for a while.

I let myself fall back into the
trap,
because you came back,
right on cue,
and I repeat again,
the words that you never said,
using your voice inside my head,
"I'm sorry, I cheated on you."

A poem ending in a Six Word Memoir

Dani Apr 2013

I know you

I would like to say
that I know everything
about you.
But sadly, that's not true.
I may know that,
you don't believe in love,
and that body image
doesn't matter to you,
and that you want to have
a love child with Anderson Cooper.

But I don't know the simple things.

We never once
talked about what your
favorite color is.
Or what animal
it is you like best.
I'm not sure what
your favorite food is
or what you like for desert.

I know that,
you like to do math
for fun,
and that you used to be
in little league.
I remember you telling me
you once climbed a mango tree,
and that's time
you found out you were allergic.
I know that you pronounce
'English' with an 'a' at the beginning,
and
"secretly, I bought this song"
when Starships by Nicki Minaj
came on during the school dance.

I know so much about you
more than anyone really.
But I wish I knew
what your favorite color is,
and what animal it is you like best.
But,
it seems a little too late to be asking such simple questions now,
doesn't it.

Dani Apr 2013

a revolution

There is a revolution,
going on in my brain.
A battle
between the thoughts and the feelings
of misinterpreted events and actions
in reality, and state of mind.
Formed by the basic movements,
and uncategorized pattern of the uneven rhythms of your heart beat.
The fluctuating flaming bullets,
of these things that are called words,
coming from a loaded shotgun,
called your brain.
Thoughts gather,
to revolt against the army,
of ample lies
that have taken control of the whole battlefield.
While the truth is overpowered by the lies marching towards them wearing a suit of armor,
but have a very sharp sword
to stab them in the back.
If this was a real battle,
there would be bloodshed
and tears
and torn apart realizations of a reality,
that isn't even there.
Perceptions coming from those who don't exist,
and from those who don't want to.
The hills they march over with the smoking guns
and ammunition, are getting higher and rockier and bumpier,
and the truth can't get past to the other side to attack the lies
But they are already too late,
there are are,
the truth is blindsided,
lies hidden inside bodies and behind friendships
until you are deceived by the actions of the moment and all of a sudden
BAM
A bullet fires out of that shotgun

The lies will eventually overpower the truth,
leaving it to bleed out on the battlefield called life,
which will soon become the final resting place.
The revolution, has been lost.

Not quite finished yet, I will repost when finished

Dani Apr 2013

bad people have soulmates too

I notice that your lips move
when you lie to me.
I know about the secrets
you kept and denied, despite of me,
I wish you would have stayed
around and fought for me.
I want you to mean the words
you say when you're on top of me,
I know I hope too much
about things that aren't going to happen for me.
I know all in all
you're a bad person for me to want you to stay with me,
I find my heart couldn't
beat any faster when you lay with me.
I know we need to go
our separate ways, because you can't be with me,
I want you to see
the potential of what we could be if you belong to me.
I know for a fact that you
haven't treated anyone worse than you treated me.
I notice that every time
you say you're gonna leave, you always come back to me.

I've come to the conclusion
that you're a bad person,

but bad people have soulmates too.

Dani Apr 2013

26 Poems

26 letters make words.
And if you find the right words,
You can form the right sentences.
And if you can manage to form the right sentences,
to make the best phrases,
you have made paragraphs.
And if you have enough paragraphs,
you turn them into 26 poems.

26 poems
telling 26 different stories
about the same buried feelings
That sometimes come out to play
The feelings within
That the lies have set in
With their power of desire and pain.
There is nothing left to gain
because gaining means experience
and I don't want to experience
events that will lead to the emotions
that I need to translate into
a flow of words
with a potently beautiful rhythm.
But,
I feel nothing
No combination of 26 letters
no words,
no phrases,
nothing can achieve the feeling
of this darkness.