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Vanessa Grace Sep 2015
Because I am terrible at using my words,
I often intervene with body language.
But I will never be able to say through an embrace
"I love you,"
"don't leave me,"
and
“won't you please stay?”
if all you do is continuously silence me
each time you pull away.


*v.g
Actions do have the tendency to speak louder than words.
If you intend to cut at me
Wound me deeply
Make it hurt
Carve the pain of my life into my soul.
Only then, can you no longer deny that you meant it
celey Jul 2015
when you run your fingers
along the lengths of mine
like that,
you always
almost
have me a fool for you
but no.
because it's already happened
that you looked at me
with so much attentiveness
in your eyes,
so much intent
in your gestures
actions,
i believed you were listening
but you weren't.
you were simply just looking
looking at
"something too good for me," you said
i have never wanted
you to be one of the likes
i despise most in this world
the selfish.
but it was then that
i've come to the conclusion;
selfishness is because
of sometimes beautiful
and reasons worth being selfish over,
sometimes not.
i know this because i decided
to be selfish myself
and not to tell you
to act on your feelings
for i was scared
and i allowed myself to be selfish
on account of that fear,
keeping my love for you to myself.
The third power of the Sphinx
is Courage.

"Herein lies the great mystery of the empty throne." ∆
Giddy in the throes of realization,
        the Arbiter, imbued with needful action,
        takes a great, daring leap across the chasm
                into the implications of knowledge:
                This is It - the Puzzle that Fascinates Itself.
                
"You awoke in the Kingdom with eyes closed. In the beginning was the Trapezoid called Control." ∆

Borne by an umbilical Breath
to a lens too small to see Itself,
Buoyed by the lapping waves,
Reason wrought a waking sleep
of hallucinations, a sea of dreams
and possibilities to become;

        Memories too large
        to conceive by aught
        but the perennial story
        that swallows the narrator:

                "I see their entire lives in an instant,
                being devoured and loving and living
                in a world that does not realize
                it is already over."


Courage is the Bearer of Truth.
Headlong into the open maw
heaves the gleeful Fool
and his glad Word.

        "The excess of Meaning must be wrought on the Page,
        on worlds of our own imagining." ∞


To Dare is to risk:
consequence the reward
fraught with baited hooks
to tether the Arbiter to Time.

The web of attachment
sprawls, an expansive net.

                "The web is infinite -
                those caught in it are beyond Number."


                        Yet the spider is never
                        ensnared by its Art:
                        a master of the net,
                        a climber of the Tree.

                At the summit of its dizzying heights,
                the depth of the Fall overwhelms.
                        Responsibility follows.

                "Thou art That which resolves the frustum."

Escaper of the Labyrinth,
Master of the Maze,
no longer merely Thou:
Dilation devours the Iris.

        "What speaks through You has Ordained it
        from the Beginning of Time,
        and only in harnessing it
        will you learn to devour your self
        totally."


        "Then will you know me
        as the eye that never shuts,
        the eye that blinds."
Ω

The way
(out)
is through.
Intent, consequence, sorrow, realization, repeat. To the fly, the web is self-perpetuating.

Legend (links @ HelloPoetry):
∆ - Liber Delta (bit.ly/1tmlRDs)
‡ - Liber Plangere (bit.ly/1D5D7gl)
∞ - I am versed in the deeper color (bit.ly/1D5DZkZ)
† - Liber Vorare (bit.ly/1Ceil1p)
Ω - Liber Atrocitas (bit.ly/1z06Wjw)
WickedHope Dec 2014
Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Your name
Your parking spot
Your hair
Your glasses, sort of

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Staring at you in AP Chemistry (even though I'm still not in it)
Silly little cartoons on notes that make me smile
You stopping after Spanish 3
Your taste in anime and games

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two

Driving me home
Driving me insane with your poetry
Awake at all hours
Toying with my wants, desires

Andrew, Andrew
Stop letting me draw parallels between you two --
Be the one to follow through
They have more differences than similarities,
but the amount of similarities freaks me out when I think on them.
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
Isn't cliche'?
What others do say.

They mean no harm,
but pound the alarm.

They say it out loud,
but not very proud.

They are behind the screen,
and can be very mean.

They take no shame,
but they are to blame.

They have no intent,
but they are the one bent.

They seem fake.
but please, give me a break.
Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
A diamond of perfect clarity and flawed .... Less
Is more
Uncut or not
Refracting light imperfectly
Through my I am
Perfections
Wit
Less
But less is more
You halfwit
Half my self
Seeking my other
S(elves)
An uncut gem
Maybe
Or maybe a carnonaceous chondrite
Being formed .... Crystallized

Through unintentional pressure

This is love
And Phaedrus always in behind
Gently pushing from sometimes gently tugging from the lead
Trying to stay in the eye

Of the storm
AmberLynne Jun 2014
You're a good morning. 
You're the earliest sunlight
filtering through the shades,
just bright enough
to wake me gently. 
You are early morning dew,
the smallest water droplets
hanging fragile on the surface
of everything. 
You are the rustle
of blankets as I stretch
the first long movement
of the day
You're rolling over
to see the face
that brings an instant smile
to mine. 
And I never thought I'd learn
to love waking up,
And I never intended to love you
so deeply, so quickly. 
But you, baby,
You're a good morning.
6.3.14
M Clement Apr 2014
wut
Crude and ****** words are for the crude and ****** birds
As I ****, ****, ****, and otherwise defecate on everything that ever mattered to you or I

Clever sweat beads cascade off the forehead of someone far more important than I
And the cleverest of intentions leave the cleaverest wounds in the forethoughts of those who I care for

Nevermind you or I, or the fact that these words have yet to grace the thought-o-sphere,
let us be, let us me
Let us remember who we tried to aren't.

Insecurities be ******,
I have words.
I'm on antidepressants, and for the first time in a while, I felt the desire to write. I hope you enjoy it.

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