#mentioned - Hello Poetry

"Breathtaking", She had a smile that lit up my heart and soul like a winter campfire, no a bonfire, and rock and roll music playing constantly in the background, with the joy and sorrow in her huge heart, that she flaunted with robust ease, "Gorgeous", she said, She was so gorgeous, and she called me that from across the apartment, you are too, I thought but didn't want to say the same word so I just smiled, It's like we could spend a night together, a day together, a life even in those Betty Davis eyes, in hind sight, a life, intimate and quiet from another land near mine but not quite yet connected, or conquered, but you did, and you quit smoking, "I'll change for you", she said, Movies and window peeping, it's okay they'd close the blinds if they wanted to keep you from looking, you did say, you said a lot of funny things I'll forever remember, I'll catch up with you later, if I make it, your not my wife I guess, I won't hold you back, stupid things to think, to say, in hindsight, more like a close sister, I said, "goodbye my very dear friend", and she would say it too, A friend and companion, you were number one, teenage love, partners in crime, should of stuck with you, I sometimes think, marching fast, arm in arm, way ahead of all those lazy stragglers with less direct motivation, swimming, bathroom makeover, frolicking in the night, fun, then the kiss, my very first kiss from a girlfriend, I liked it very much, short and brave and fast, "Gross", she would not of said the same, Sporty spice, travel the planet for hopes, and travel journey fun, sports, and smarts, "Fire in a running shoe", does you no justice, Words, thick frame glasses on a little bird, but a very wise one, and eager and muchly shrewd, I wanted to stay, I don't know why I didn't kiss you on the mouth that day, to cautiously laid upon the cheek, sorry, you were the coolest, "life as a poem, an article, a revolution", I just whispered it of you, Oh how I wish to write you name now, for I fell for it before I even bought into you, not as quickly as I saw your frame in the distance though, my heart leaped, but you were a teacher, so busy I figured, still time for me though, mountain quests biking with a failed challenge to bunny over a log, it could have been done, you push, you challenge, we dove into conversation, eyes locked, I say we never dated but we did pursue it non the less, "Spunky geeky gospel funk" I was up to it, still am, Animated worlds, the gradual approach, a white girl from Africa, to know if you were an Africa-an African I didn't get that far, I knew it was possible when you touched my hand that night when we all went to the LOTR at the movies and you sat next to me, was that intentional, I think it might have been, so exotic yet familiar, a real animation trooper, I wonder where you are now, "Military legend of the big screen, a real tooner" You all rock and roll and Rock, an old way you do, the real way, I did love, I did care, and still hope for you girls, ladies, women, people. I told her I'd write this in the shower She was mentioned first the order changes, you're all so cool plus, there's no order, just know you all could have been the number one for me, if i weren't a crazy fool. But a fool can become wise, so "Here's to you!" Maybe I'll catch ya later, maybe I just did, or maybe not. Still, I hope to someday, anyways, until someday, Bye for now, "Ta".

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC

shawn-brocke

Her, and her, the other hers

"Breathtaking", She had a smile that lit up my heart and soul like a winter campfire, no a bonfire, and rock and roll music playing constantly in the background, with the joy and sorrow in her huge heart, that she flaunted with robust ease, "Gorgeous", she said, She was so gorgeous, and she called me that from across the apartment, you are too, I thought but didn't want to say the same word so I just smiled, It's like we could spend a night together, a day together, a life even in those Betty Davis eyes, in hind sight, a life, intimate and quiet from another land near mine but not quite yet connected, or conquered, but you did, and you quit smoking, "I'll change for you", she said, Movies and window peeping, it's okay they'd close the blinds if they wanted to keep you from looking, you did say, you said a lot of funny things I'll forever remember, I'll catch up with you later, if I make it, your not my wife I guess, I won't hold you back, stupid things to think, to say, in hindsight, more like a close sister, I said, "goodbye my very dear friend", and she would say it too, A friend and companion, you were number one, teenage love, partners in crime, should of stuck with you, I sometimes think, marching fast, arm in arm, way ahead of all those lazy stragglers with less direct motivation, swimming, bathroom makeover, frolicking in the night, fun, then the kiss, my very first kiss from a girlfriend, I liked it very much, short and brave and fast, "Gross", she would not of said the same, Sporty spice, travel the planet for hopes, and travel journey fun, sports, and smarts, "Fire in a running shoe", does you no justice, Words, thick frame glasses on a little bird, but a very wise one, and eager and muchly shrewd, I wanted to stay, I don't know why I didn't kiss you on the mouth that day, to cautiously laid upon the cheek, sorry, you were the coolest, "life as a poem, an article, a revolution", I just whispered it of you, Oh how I wish to write you name now, for I fell for it before I even bought into you, not as quickly as I saw your frame in the distance though, my heart leaped, but you were a teacher, so busy I figured, still time for me though, mountain quests biking with a failed challenge to bunny over a log, it could have been done, you push, you challenge, we dove into conversation, eyes locked, I say we never dated but we did pursue it non the less, "Spunky geeky gospel funk" I was up to it, still am, Animated worlds, the gradual approach, a white girl from Africa, to know if you were an Africa-an African I didn't get that far, I knew it was possible when you touched my hand that night when we all went to the LOTR at the movies and you sat next to me, was that intentional, I think it might have been, so exotic yet familiar, a real animation trooper, I wonder where you are now, "Military legend of the big screen, a real tooner" You all rock and roll and Rock, an old way you do, the real way, I did love, I did care, and still hope for you girls, ladies, women, people. I told her I'd write this in the shower She was mentioned first the order changes, you're all so cool plus, there's no order, just know you all could have been the number one for me, if i weren't a crazy fool. But a fool can become wise, so "Here's to you!" Maybe I'll catch ya later, maybe I just did, or maybe not. Still, I hope to someday, anyways, until someday, Bye for now, "Ta".

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Pit answerless questions Against questionless answers The stuff no one mentions It just sits and it festers The best of intentions Played out by the worst actors Heathens and hellions Aren't the back stabbers ©2024

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Aug 7, 2024

Aug 7, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Heathens & Hellions ~•§•~

Pit answerless questions Against questionless answers The stuff no one mentions It just sits and it festers The best of intentions Played out by the worst actors Heathens and hellions Aren't the back stabbers ©2024

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Does the true being of self to consciousness cling Disappearing suddenly when reality so elusive sings Pride covet words in anticipation of the ultimate ascension Daring to imperil it all for ink and pen Ignoring the warnings A poets world rarely mentioned We discard with little effort what imparts to us conventionality and vague interest Desiring instead to reminisce on that which tortures and haunts us It is by choice we reside freely and roam in unknown dimensions Artists of our experiences A poets world rarely mentioned Many will condemn with ridicule and scorn Those who exist in the universe of the word As we climb the stairs to the dreamworld Closed to those deficit in imagination Only the ingenious may enter Virtuosos of the mind and heart A poets world rarely mentioned @ copyright Tammy M Darby Dec. 29, 2018.

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Dec 15, 2018

Dec 15, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC

tammy-m-darby

A poets world rarely mentioned

Does the true being of self to consciousness cling Disappearing suddenly when reality so elusive sings Pride covet words in anticipation of the ultimate ascension Daring to imperil it all for ink and pen Ignoring the warnings A poets world rarely mentioned We discard with little effort what imparts to us conventionality and vague interest Desiring instead to reminisce on that which tortures and haunts us It is by choice we reside freely and roam in unknown dimensions Artists of our experiences A poets world rarely mentioned Many will condemn with ridicule and scorn Those who exist in the universe of the word As we climb the stairs to the dreamworld Closed to those deficit in imagination Only the ingenious may enter Virtuosos of the mind and heart A poets world rarely mentioned @ copyright Tammy M Darby Dec. 29, 2018.

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Be like a kite in your life Be in someone’s control But fly high happily As if you are out of control. Be like a star in your life Shine brightly Make your talents to twinkle But ever never forget You are a small star in a wide sky. Be like a balloon in your life Fill it with good values Tie it tightly But never let it to burst. Be like a butterfly in your life Let your thoughts fly high Let your head held high But others should be in awe of Not be in loathing of. - Shyamala

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Oct 17, 2017

Oct 17, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC

shyamu

Be like this

Be like a kite in your life Be in someone’s control But fly high happily As if you are out of control. Be like a star in your life Shine brightly Make your talents to twinkle But ever never forget You are a small star in a wide sky. Be like a balloon in your life Fill it with good values Tie it tightly But never let it to burst. Be like a butterfly in your life Let your thoughts fly high Let your head held high But others should be in awe of Not be in loathing of. - Shyamala

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The winter is hot When your face appeared Every cold became hot Covering even small part Of my inner and outer, I felt So my heart pumped and increased Without sick or ill, he got My checks might reflect your checks red My lips wanted to tell a word But I am in inner felt like a bird Flying at the sky, up, up and forgot The whole world and membered Your brilliant If the sun of the global is disappeared My sun surely appeared When your face was showed And your lips moved Telling one word I felt as I am a king And have the wealth, have the world And you are my only heart Do you know that word? My name that is mentioned By your smart lips

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC

mohamad-taha-safan

The winter is not cold

The winter is hot When your face appeared Every cold became hot Covering even small part Of my inner and outer, I felt So my heart pumped and increased Without sick or ill, he got My checks might reflect your checks red My lips wanted to tell a word But I am in inner felt like a bird Flying at the sky, up, up and forgot The whole world and membered Your brilliant If the sun of the global is disappeared My sun surely appeared When your face was showed And your lips moved Telling one word I felt as I am a king And have the wealth, have the world And you are my only heart Do you know that word? My name that is mentioned By your smart lips

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No matter how hard I try, the monsters won't go away. While strangers just see the smile, and my friends see the pain, I see the ghost of 2 monsters I can never name, 2 monsters that gave me life, 2 monsters that ruined mine, 2 monsters that took the sky away, 2 monsters that still haunt me to this day. My friends tell me that the monsters are distant memories, distant nightmares that can't hurt me, but the monsters and the whispers just keep spreading through my brain, and the dark thoughts that tell me I'm the monsters I came from that I deserve to disappear keep spreading like a **** I feel like I'm drowning, hyper aware of everything, every look, every change in expression, the second I walk into a room. Do they see the monsters too? Or do they see the smile even tho they are pushing me so far past my breaking point? I'm so sick of this disguise, sick of smiling no matter how much I wanna break down, why do I smile? Why do I care if crying is overdramatic? They just told me they didn't mean it when they told me to go **** myself, they didn't mean it when they called me fat or ugly, or when they told me that I'll never see the sky again but that they know where it is, or when they told me I am the monsters I see in the mirror, like that's not triggering. All I can see is the darkness it's spreading. I feel like I'm drowning. All I wanna do is take the mirror and smash it, know it won't fix it, but I'm done pretending I'm fine when I'm not. I feel like I'm drowning. The monsters that made me are gone, but they took the most precious thing that I had known. I can't help but blame myself. I was supposed to protect it, but failed. Am I becoming the monster inside the mirror, the monsters that made me, the monsters that I keep trying to escape? all of these things that make me dangerous. I wanna scream, I wanna disappear, I wanna take my final stand and jump off the cliff, which is so high. I just wanna see the moon and the sky. I wanna be happy. I'm so sick and tired of being tired; my whole body hurts, and the monsters don't get the message. I've tried everything. I try starving them and carving them out with blades so sharp they could cut the sky itself, but all that happens is I start bleeding out.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 2:16 PM UTC

Mikko

The Monster in the Mirror

No matter how hard I try, the monsters won't go away. While strangers just see the smile, and my friends see the pain, I see the ghost of 2 monsters I can never name, 2 monsters that gave me life, 2 monsters that ruined mine, 2 monsters that took the sky away, 2 monsters that still haunt me to this day. My friends tell me that the monsters are distant memories, distant nightmares that can't hurt me, but the monsters and the whispers just keep spreading through my brain, and the dark thoughts that tell me I'm the monsters I came from that I deserve to disappear keep spreading like a **** I feel like I'm drowning, hyper aware of everything, every look, every change in expression, the second I walk into a room. Do they see the monsters too? Or do they see the smile even tho they are pushing me so far past my breaking point? I'm so sick of this disguise, sick of smiling no matter how much I wanna break down, why do I smile? Why do I care if crying is overdramatic? They just told me they didn't mean it when they told me to go **** myself, they didn't mean it when they called me fat or ugly, or when they told me that I'll never see the sky again but that they know where it is, or when they told me I am the monsters I see in the mirror, like that's not triggering. All I can see is the darkness it's spreading. I feel like I'm drowning. All I wanna do is take the mirror and smash it, know it won't fix it, but I'm done pretending I'm fine when I'm not. I feel like I'm drowning. The monsters that made me are gone, but they took the most precious thing that I had known. I can't help but blame myself. I was supposed to protect it, but failed. Am I becoming the monster inside the mirror, the monsters that made me, the monsters that I keep trying to escape? all of these things that make me dangerous. I wanna scream, I wanna disappear, I wanna take my final stand and jump off the cliff, which is so high. I just wanna see the moon and the sky. I wanna be happy. I'm so sick and tired of being tired; my whole body hurts, and the monsters don't get the message. I've tried everything. I try starving them and carving them out with blades so sharp they could cut the sky itself, but all that happens is I start bleeding out.

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Why do I always make it about me, I try to relate but they would disagree, I don’t take my own advice why should they, I try so hard to help yet I always pay, I can’t get upset about anything because that’s attention seeking, But what am I to do when my castle towers are creaking, Should I hide it opposite to what I’ve been told, Should I burn my curtains and rugs of white and gold, All my carefully crafted furniture looking more like ghosts day by day, I’m seconds away from smashing each one, throwing them away, If there’s one true way to make this castle a home, I must have lost it to an ancient tome, It seems my walls of brick and stone, Will be all I’ll ever know, If only I could live in a house, Bustling with people, not only a mouse, Is there a way to get out of this alive, Or should I step to the castles ledge and take a dive?

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Mar 15

Mar 15, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC

Rustbloodnbones

Castle of White & Gold

Why do I always make it about me, I try to relate but they would disagree, I don’t take my own advice why should they, I try so hard to help yet I always pay, I can’t get upset about anything because that’s attention seeking, But what am I to do when my castle towers are creaking, Should I hide it opposite to what I’ve been told, Should I burn my curtains and rugs of white and gold, All my carefully crafted furniture looking more like ghosts day by day, I’m seconds away from smashing each one, throwing them away, If there’s one true way to make this castle a home, I must have lost it to an ancient tome, It seems my walls of brick and stone, Will be all I’ll ever know, If only I could live in a house, Bustling with people, not only a mouse, Is there a way to get out of this alive, Or should I step to the castles ledge and take a dive?

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