"amelie" poems - Hello Poetry

I am tired of being an empty shell that you find beautiful & eccentric. I am tired of being a trope made by authors and directors. I am like war and peace and not like a tissue paper you made me out to be. I am tired of being your favourite shade of red. I am tired of being a brush stroke, when I am the entire painting. I am tired of being pinned to a pedestal. I am tired of my existence and my name being relative. I am tired of being a zany sidekick to the male protagonist in the movie that is my life. I am tired of you thinking that I need help stilling the edges of my narrative, who longs for a tether or a buoy to keep her from flying off or sinking down. I am tired of being told – unconventional, different and other such synonyms by boys, that I am not like other girls as if they are a disease and I am magic. I am tired to be known as someone with wacky quirks and idiosyncrasies. I am tired of being Alaska Young. I am tired of being Sam from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I am tired of being Tiffany from The Silver Linings Playbook. I am tired of being tagged as Sam from Garden State. Or even Marla Singer from Fight Club. Or even an Amelie or Penny from Almost Famous. And every Zooey Deschanel character. I am a Clementine. I’m a Sylvia Plath. I’m a Dorothy Parker. A Maya and a Margaret. You see, I am well versed in death and in silence. I have my interests and I am like all of the above. But I am “like” them. I am not them. I am me. I am scared now. Scared of boys claiming to be wrapped in barbed wire but is really a caged petting animal in the zoo. I am tired of boys who thinks romance is a Hemingway novel. But, most importantly I am tired. Tired of men not falling in love with me but instead falling in love with the idea of me. Nomoreokaythankyouplease.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC

tanya-chaudhary

manic pixie dream girl

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9th month September2013: blue skys warm air at night it would go cold the autumn leaves slowly started to fall still rained from the summer and the cold wind started to chill us to the bone On the first week i walked to my friends house with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side, we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen Elise had an apple with peanut butter Me and Zoe Had Soup We walked after to a little River bank, Elise sat on the rocks i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain Zoe took picutres of the river. We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it Zoe texted it, no answer it rained later that evening i reasted on my bed and thought about the day with a smile i Biked to my favorite field one evening... recited a poem i made up in my head the one line that i repeted was " Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?" a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky though i cut myself shaving i went to go meet her that friday i walked down the stairs there she was at the bottom of the stair case "What will become of us?"i thought She facing the other way, i wondered if we would become friends I tapped her on the shoulder turned around with a surpised look then she gave me a warm smile We went to the field sat in a childrens park Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart ..i kept it under my hat... i walked her home, she lived close by i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall We became friends Talked everyday i would walk her home and meet her in the field as i came in riding my bike She kissed me before i left... I started to fancy her she to started fancy me I asked if she would be mine she told me wait i said " i will!" Nights came when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights laying the grass and runnning around we were happy The night was ours She kissed me goodnight i went home fell upon my flower my bed and dreamed of her...

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC

BR

the friday everthing changed ( ode to 2013) Pt.9

9th month September2013: blue skys warm air at night it would go cold the autumn leaves slowly started to fall still rained from the summer and the cold wind started to chill us to the bone On the first week i walked to my friends house with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side, we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen Elise had an apple with peanut butter Me and Zoe Had Soup We walked after to a little River bank, Elise sat on the rocks i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain Zoe took picutres of the river. We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it Zoe texted it, no answer it rained later that evening i reasted on my bed and thought about the day with a smile i Biked to my favorite field one evening... recited a poem i made up in my head the one line that i repeted was " Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?" a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky though i cut myself shaving i went to go meet her that friday i walked down the stairs there she was at the bottom of the stair case "What will become of us?"i thought She facing the other way, i wondered if we would become friends I tapped her on the shoulder turned around with a surpised look then she gave me a warm smile We went to the field sat in a childrens park Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart ..i kept it under my hat... i walked her home, she lived close by i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall We became friends Talked everyday i would walk her home and meet her in the field as i came in riding my bike She kissed me before i left... I started to fancy her she to started fancy me I asked if she would be mine she told me wait i said " i will!" Nights came when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights laying the grass and runnning around we were happy The night was ours She kissed me goodnight i went home fell upon my flower my bed and dreamed of her...

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...you stand surely to shipwreck. all hands on deck. accordion three-four lilts amelie hymn hummed beneath frenetic waltz of fingers Rain-bitten and dumb pirouette recessional to the sea and such enchanting cobbled waves how truly quaint rosy tempest in the square pour down the dirge to murky drain. throw in the bottle, the maps, the ropes pirouette recessional to the sea lastly heave-ho i throw in me.

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Feb 3, 2012

Feb 3, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC

mure

surer than i stood...

...you stand surely to shipwreck. all hands on deck. accordion three-four lilts amelie hymn hummed beneath frenetic waltz of fingers Rain-bitten and dumb pirouette recessional to the sea and such enchanting cobbled waves how truly quaint rosy tempest in the square pour down the dirge to murky drain. throw in the bottle, the maps, the ropes pirouette recessional to the sea lastly heave-ho i throw in me.

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Today, beneath a shade tree Listening to La Valse D’Amelie for the piano, for one Secondhand medication just dissolved under tongue— And now it’s “Wild Tigers I Have Known” (Emily Jane White) Title to a film, hit close to home as The me back in 8th grade Turning boylust on a girl— her self-conscious pink-redness, Her flower unfurled, Snatched up and crumpled As a tissue at a funeral.

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Aug 17, 2011

Aug 17, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC

ross-robbins

I'm Sorry, Natasha

Today, beneath a shade tree Listening to La Valse D’Amelie for the piano, for one Secondhand medication just dissolved under tongue— And now it’s “Wild Tigers I Have Known” (Emily Jane White) Title to a film, hit close to home as The me back in 8th grade Turning boylust on a girl— her self-conscious pink-redness, Her flower unfurled, Snatched up and crumpled As a tissue at a funeral.

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This room is only substantial when the light hits the clock face and casts a second sun onto the ceiling, its single eye unblinking, tireless as time. It watches me as I watch its handless face from the floor of this weary, weary room, for this is where I lie. I am waiting for the light. I am waiting for the third sun to annihilate the window and the mirror and the clock face. I am waiting for my body to be cauterized, my hair to be burnt and to vacate like a shadow in the dark. I am waiting, for this is where I want to lie. This room is no longer substantial. The curtains are drawn, a thin sheet to forestall the burn of light I am waiting for. I sit at the desk, as I wait, professing onto pages, for this is where I lie.

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC

anothergrace

Amelie

This room is only substantial when the light hits the clock face and casts a second sun onto the ceiling, its single eye unblinking, tireless as time. It watches me as I watch its handless face from the floor of this weary, weary room, for this is where I lie. I am waiting for the light. I am waiting for the third sun to annihilate the window and the mirror and the clock face. I am waiting for my body to be cauterized, my hair to be burnt and to vacate like a shadow in the dark. I am waiting, for this is where I want to lie. This room is no longer substantial. The curtains are drawn, a thin sheet to forestall the burn of light I am waiting for. I sit at the desk, as I wait, professing onto pages, for this is where I lie.

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My hands are trembling as my finger brushes hair behind your ear you've been sleeping an hour now and i have no plans of when i will dream because I'm already in a that certain mindstate the fact that you are here- head on my chest and that every single time i breathe, you breathe in and breathe out for me and you know you make me happy but did you know you make me more real? and you know you make me certain now I'm not sure if I'm here or asleep. this winter doesn't seem like its going to be cold or anything at all it seems like this is all one giant dream and you will simply pass like a ship before the setting sun and maybe you will, maybe the it will go back into the ocean but this fire of lust or love or whatever this is its something, and its still inside me since the day if found you, or you found me the past and you there playing the piano Amelie - with such small hands skipping keys my heart not open for some time, turning to wall you here laying down on me in secrets gardens. My go to, my Angel Eyes, my Lover thing.

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC

frances-lazarus-blackheart

Monuments and Melodies. Made in bed

My hands are trembling as my finger brushes hair behind your ear you've been sleeping an hour now and i have no plans of when i will dream because I'm already in a that certain mindstate the fact that you are here- head on my chest and that every single time i breathe, you breathe in and breathe out for me and you know you make me happy but did you know you make me more real? and you know you make me certain now I'm not sure if I'm here or asleep. this winter doesn't seem like its going to be cold or anything at all it seems like this is all one giant dream and you will simply pass like a ship before the setting sun and maybe you will, maybe the it will go back into the ocean but this fire of lust or love or whatever this is its something, and its still inside me since the day if found you, or you found me the past and you there playing the piano Amelie - with such small hands skipping keys my heart not open for some time, turning to wall you here laying down on me in secrets gardens. My go to, my Angel Eyes, my Lover thing.

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I'm a desperate teen but not Faking It I'm ugly and awkward but not Miranda Talentless and scared but not Girls Food rules my life but this isn't Skins My family is big but repulsively unlike Modern Family I'm quirky and alone, but cruelly never Amelie I'm a misfit uncared for so why isn't this Glee? I'm poor and kind but there will never be Boys Before Flowers I have deep dark secrets but not like Degrassi I live a life like many others but with one difference it's not a sitcom it's not a show there aren't perks to being a wallflower and it all doesn't turn out okay, which makes everything a lot less okay.

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC

fish

This Is Real life

I'm a desperate teen but not Faking It I'm ugly and awkward but not Miranda Talentless and scared but not Girls Food rules my life but this isn't Skins My family is big but repulsively unlike Modern Family I'm quirky and alone, but cruelly never Amelie I'm a misfit uncared for so why isn't this Glee? I'm poor and kind but there will never be Boys Before Flowers I have deep dark secrets but not like Degrassi I live a life like many others but with one difference it's not a sitcom it's not a show there aren't perks to being a wallflower and it all doesn't turn out okay, which makes everything a lot less okay.

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atop the earth in infinite space, there exists a minuscule speck of dust void of light, engulfed by shadows hovering above its once vibrant greens and blues; the harbinger of winter’s wrath, waiting to wreak havoc, as we brace for the inevitable: the severing of our intertwined friendship. wind and salt, winter injuries browned your needles ruthless, a worrisome sight. i prayed that you won’t be everbrown, incapable of rebirth. i prayed that you’ll still flaunt your emerald needles despite the wounds winter inflicted upon you under my command. forgive me. sunlight penetrates a bleak world barren— a blissful augury of spring. alas, we’re greeted with repetitious sights; short plant stems forcing their way through the infinitesimal cracks of fertility amidst the sterile soil. light deprived creatures basking in the warmth of aureate rays. only to wither again, only to hibernate again. though we are different, shedding our dead needles, only to reveal the colour of life: green. we are shackled by roots, bound to samsara revived only to die again. though we’re mutinous beings, stubbornly fighting to retain our foliage unafraid to defy nature’s laws, outliving death albeit being a piece of nature itself, existing in this realm. oh! another xylem ring, another year. united, we shall prevail forevermore as we are evergreens, defying all odds. -amelie

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC

amelieee

evergreen

atop the earth in infinite space, there exists a minuscule speck of dust void of light, engulfed by shadows hovering above its once vibrant greens and blues; the harbinger of winter’s wrath, waiting to wreak havoc, as we brace for the inevitable: the severing of our intertwined friendship. wind and salt, winter injuries browned your needles ruthless, a worrisome sight. i prayed that you won’t be everbrown, incapable of rebirth. i prayed that you’ll still flaunt your emerald needles despite the wounds winter inflicted upon you under my command. forgive me. sunlight penetrates a bleak world barren— a blissful augury of spring. alas, we’re greeted with repetitious sights; short plant stems forcing their way through the infinitesimal cracks of fertility amidst the sterile soil. light deprived creatures basking in the warmth of aureate rays. only to wither again, only to hibernate again. though we are different, shedding our dead needles, only to reveal the colour of life: green. we are shackled by roots, bound to samsara revived only to die again. though we’re mutinous beings, stubbornly fighting to retain our foliage unafraid to defy nature’s laws, outliving death albeit being a piece of nature itself, existing in this realm. oh! another xylem ring, another year. united, we shall prevail forevermore as we are evergreens, defying all odds. -amelie

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'Love is the only bug she hadn't caught and now she has fallen to it.' 'Well nobody is immune to it...you know, love is a great beautician.' -Amelie

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

sk-abdul-aziz

Quotes 53

'Love is the only bug she hadn't caught and now she has fallen to it.' 'Well nobody is immune to it...you know, love is a great beautician.' -Amelie

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kızıl şal gökyüzü boynuma eşikte sarılan sanki erken kahvaltı martıya köpüklü marmara’dan merci vaha merci vaha Dame De Sion mukimiymiş gibi ne varsa yalayıp yutuyor beleşe yatıyor her sabah Fidelio çalacak diyor radyo şemsiyesiz açılma mümkünse gitar çal sakın dışarı çıkma herşey yerinde oysa kedi ve de level atlayan köpekler sarhoş yürüyor yolda sayı yapabilse işkembecide evin yolunu bulacak sonunda ve gettolara şiir çizen şahıs amelie poulain o bile orda yürüyorum yarım yamalak siyahi şarkıyla içimden detone sessizce sıcacık Ma Baker tütüyor francala ahh o sonbahar yaprağı yok mu görüyorum her sabah sarı sapsarı su dalgası saçlı hızla düşüyor gözucumdan zay’oluyor sokak sonunda üzüyor bir gün daha yürüyor banliyöden pera’ya...

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC

Vaha

Platonik

kızıl şal gökyüzü boynuma eşikte sarılan sanki erken kahvaltı martıya köpüklü marmara’dan merci vaha merci vaha Dame De Sion mukimiymiş gibi ne varsa yalayıp yutuyor beleşe yatıyor her sabah Fidelio çalacak diyor radyo şemsiyesiz açılma mümkünse gitar çal sakın dışarı çıkma herşey yerinde oysa kedi ve de level atlayan köpekler sarhoş yürüyor yolda sayı yapabilse işkembecide evin yolunu bulacak sonunda ve gettolara şiir çizen şahıs amelie poulain o bile orda yürüyorum yarım yamalak siyahi şarkıyla içimden detone sessizce sıcacık Ma Baker tütüyor francala ahh o sonbahar yaprağı yok mu görüyorum her sabah sarı sapsarı su dalgası saçlı hızla düşüyor gözucumdan zay’oluyor sokak sonunda üzüyor bir gün daha yürüyor banliyöden pera’ya...

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maybe i'll mail the relationship back to you because now that i'm left with the memories i realize it's too much for me to keep so instead of letting us collect dust in the depths of my closet or hidden under my bed i'll find a box wrapped in pink gift wrap pull us out of my heart and mind carefully place us with tissue paper and slap on a fragile warning i'll write your name and address on the top in my handwriting that you memorized and just because i'm selfish i will douse it in my perfume and seal it with a kiss i send with love and care it should be there by tuesday i hope it finds you as well as found me best wishes, amelie

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Nov 30, 2024

Nov 30, 2024 at 1:38 AM UTC

amelie_777

you've got a package!

maybe i'll mail the relationship back to you because now that i'm left with the memories i realize it's too much for me to keep so instead of letting us collect dust in the depths of my closet or hidden under my bed i'll find a box wrapped in pink gift wrap pull us out of my heart and mind carefully place us with tissue paper and slap on a fragile warning i'll write your name and address on the top in my handwriting that you memorized and just because i'm selfish i will douse it in my perfume and seal it with a kiss i send with love and care it should be there by tuesday i hope it finds you as well as found me best wishes, amelie

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If royalty moost likely spotlight ye would dodge nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted... within humble abode of your lodge most righteous, magnanimous, gracious... among confrère noblesse oblige. Methinks twas foolhardy of me when joost a mere young man (more'n half agoo me lifespan) ye always acknowledging me birthdate, (although tomorrow a day early, and dollar long) regarding thirteenth of Jan. Your sisterly affection doth buoy inside mine heart and soul first born of three offspring begat courtesy Boyce and Harriet Harris handed lead role par exemplar to officiate (figuratively) filial obeisance, particularly when older analogous to foal abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol. As your brother, rhetorical question I ask how often did thee deserve to bask within metaphorical sunshine to exceed regarding care and concern emotional task tenderly "mothering" kith and kin, ye divinely didst shew, especially yours truly now he dost rue he rarely did communicate - hermetically within his hermetically sealed queue detached, isolated, outsourced, I may as well lived in Peru (think Machu Picchu) courtesy schizoid personality disorder leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with obsessive compulsiveness for good measure ooh and aah barely registered consciousness, and knew not what blessedness constituted hew as tremendous precious jewel few chore birthdays promise with clear clue how ye go above and beyond call of sisterly duty aware remaining life (mine) would be far inadequate to accrue equitable devotional, emotional, and financial recompense. Hence feeble attempt to distill some essence with words that appear incomprehensible and dense, cuz writing more comfortable verses talking, which often jabbering (more like a wookie) (think fictional hirsute humanoids in Star Wars universe) often makes no cents. Tempus fugit fleets at light speed quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Dearest Amelie Beth Harris-Mcgeehan

If royalty moost likely spotlight ye would dodge nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted... within humble abode of your lodge most righteous, magnanimous, gracious... among confrère noblesse oblige. Methinks twas foolhardy of me when joost a mere young man (more'n half agoo me lifespan) ye always acknowledging me birthdate, (although tomorrow a day early, and dollar long) regarding thirteenth of Jan. Your sisterly affection doth buoy inside mine heart and soul first born of three offspring begat courtesy Boyce and Harriet Harris handed lead role par exemplar to officiate (figuratively) filial obeisance, particularly when older analogous to foal abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol. As your brother, rhetorical question I ask how often did thee deserve to bask within metaphorical sunshine to exceed regarding care and concern emotional task tenderly "mothering" kith and kin, ye divinely didst shew, especially yours truly now he dost rue he rarely did communicate - hermetically within his hermetically sealed queue detached, isolated, outsourced, I may as well lived in Peru (think Machu Picchu) courtesy schizoid personality disorder leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with obsessive compulsiveness for good measure ooh and aah barely registered consciousness, and knew not what blessedness constituted hew as tremendous precious jewel few chore birthdays promise with clear clue how ye go above and beyond call of sisterly duty aware remaining life (mine) would be far inadequate to accrue equitable devotional, emotional, and financial recompense. Hence feeble attempt to distill some essence with words that appear incomprehensible and dense, cuz writing more comfortable verses talking, which often jabbering (more like a wookie) (think fictional hirsute humanoids in Star Wars universe) often makes no cents. Tempus fugit fleets at light speed quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.

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