#cellophane - Hello Poetry

I’d like to find the words to cut right through the muck, but when it comes to you you know that I’m just stuck, I ready up the blades and soap clean my hands, to work toward the heart no matter where it lands— All the things— We said— Will forever be dead— But I’ll hold on— Instead— You’ll always live inside my head.

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Jul 16, 2025

Jul 16, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC

Sam_E

Cellophane Heartbeat

I’d like to find the words to cut right through the muck, but when it comes to you you know that I’m just stuck, I ready up the blades and soap clean my hands, to work toward the heart no matter where it lands— All the things— We said— Will forever be dead— But I’ll hold on— Instead— You’ll always live inside my head.

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I'm not good with hello's or goodbyes because when you are someone as invisible as a whisper on the wind as the atoms in our skin or a melody trapped within there's no one waiting to greet you and no one there to leave you I'm just a cellophane wrapped scream waiting to be heard, waiting to be seen

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC

Pyrrha

Invisible

I'm not good with hello's or goodbyes because when you are someone as invisible as a whisper on the wind as the atoms in our skin or a melody trapped within there's no one waiting to greet you and no one there to leave you I'm just a cellophane wrapped scream waiting to be heard, waiting to be seen

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Album by Michael R. Burch I caress them—trapped in brittle cellophane— and I see how young they were, and how unwise; and I remember their first flight—an old prop plane, their blissful arc through alien blue skies ... And I touch them here through leaves which—tattered, frayed— are also wings, but wings that never flew: like Nabokov’s wings—pinned, held. Here, time delayed, their features never merged, remaining two ... And Grief, which lurked unseen beyond the lens or in shadows where It crept on furtive claws as It scritched Its way into their hearts, depends on sorrows such as theirs, and works Its jaws ... and slavers for Its meat—those young, unwise, who naively dare to dream, yet fail to see how, lumbering sunward, Hope, ungainly, flies, clutching to Her ruffled breast what must not be. Keywords/Tags: album, photos, photographs, pictures, mementos, keepsakes, cellophane, yellowed, leaves, pinned, held, imprisoned, time, delayed

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Apr 1, 2020

Apr 1, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Album

Album by Michael R. Burch I caress them—trapped in brittle cellophane— and I see how young they were, and how unwise; and I remember their first flight—an old prop plane, their blissful arc through alien blue skies ... And I touch them here through leaves which—tattered, frayed— are also wings, but wings that never flew: like Nabokov’s wings—pinned, held. Here, time delayed, their features never merged, remaining two ... And Grief, which lurked unseen beyond the lens or in shadows where It crept on furtive claws as It scritched Its way into their hearts, depends on sorrows such as theirs, and works Its jaws ... and slavers for Its meat—those young, unwise, who naively dare to dream, yet fail to see how, lumbering sunward, Hope, ungainly, flies, clutching to Her ruffled breast what must not be. Keywords/Tags: album, photos, photographs, pictures, mementos, keepsakes, cellophane, yellowed, leaves, pinned, held, imprisoned, time, delayed

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maybe if i wrap our memories in cellophane they won't escape me like you did.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC

_rk

cellophane

maybe if i wrap our memories in cellophane they won't escape me like you did.

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They sat with chests to each other, Legs crossed. Sad brown eyes staring into Sympathetic blue. Brown tears began to fall, While blue watched, Wiping them away carefully, As almost if her fingers could create Holes in the other girl’s cheeks. They both had flowing tears now, Both wiping them away. Brown, unknowingly rougher with blue, Than blue had been with brown. A bit of anger towards blue showing, Being overcome by love. In eachothers arms, breathe was the words spoken Followed by scripted I love you’s The moment wrapped in cellophane broke. Tears ended, Cellophane ripped away, Distance made. Blue was not aware that brown’s sadness Had visited once she left her arms.

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Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC

MarloRose

blue holds brown

They sat with chests to each other, Legs crossed. Sad brown eyes staring into Sympathetic blue. Brown tears began to fall, While blue watched, Wiping them away carefully, As almost if her fingers could create Holes in the other girl’s cheeks. They both had flowing tears now, Both wiping them away. Brown, unknowingly rougher with blue, Than blue had been with brown. A bit of anger towards blue showing, Being overcome by love. In eachothers arms, breathe was the words spoken Followed by scripted I love you’s The moment wrapped in cellophane broke. Tears ended, Cellophane ripped away, Distance made. Blue was not aware that brown’s sadness Had visited once she left her arms.

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