"beautifly" poems - Hello Poetry

In the depths of my being In the very core of my souI can feel something stirring It’s snakes it’s way through me There is so much of it now it hurts Hope hurts The hope that maybe we could be together Across the sea You and me It is an irrsistable thought that nessles itself into my subcouncious Rearing it’s beautifly stupid head when the very thought could break me Somewhere inside of me hope lies And no matter how much I would like to rip it out of my chest and fling it at some fool willing to listen to its soft seductive voice But alas, I cannot Because somewhere within me it is stirring Cooing my name softly Waiting for me to bite Not I though Long ago I fell for its tricks and charms Now I lock it inside a box inside my heart Sealing it forever inside me but never in control Blind it stumbles in that box for a way out And it found it When you called me love In shock, I dropped the key Right infront of hope Now it is free and is infesting every cell in my body Taking over me Knawing at my insides So much hope it hurts Stupid hope Stupid stupid hope

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC

quincie

An endless supply

In the depths of my being In the very core of my souI can feel something stirring It’s snakes it’s way through me There is so much of it now it hurts Hope hurts The hope that maybe we could be together Across the sea You and me It is an irrsistable thought that nessles itself into my subcouncious Rearing it’s beautifly stupid head when the very thought could break me Somewhere inside of me hope lies And no matter how much I would like to rip it out of my chest and fling it at some fool willing to listen to its soft seductive voice But alas, I cannot Because somewhere within me it is stirring Cooing my name softly Waiting for me to bite Not I though Long ago I fell for its tricks and charms Now I lock it inside a box inside my heart Sealing it forever inside me but never in control Blind it stumbles in that box for a way out And it found it When you called me love In shock, I dropped the key Right infront of hope Now it is free and is infesting every cell in my body Taking over me Knawing at my insides So much hope it hurts Stupid hope Stupid stupid hope

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i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC

IGuessThisMeCD

Drift Me AwayUntitled

i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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I walked in and took my place at the bar waiting a bit impatiently for the bartender. After a few minutes she came I order a pbr and a shot of whiskey. my shot stings going down but I take a large sip of my beer and it sooths. I talk to some people for a bit but I can't help but look for you. I glance at the barstool I know you rest and i see you. From the looks of it this may be your 5th nightcap of the evening. And I'm promised it won't be your last. We meet eyes. You gaze at me the same way I, for you. I walk over and give you an I - miss - you hug. He's familiar will thoes. We jabber on about nonsense and and laugh at the strange curly-haried man dancing in the corner. God I love his laugh. I order a few more pbrs and a couple more shots.. my whiskey curauge has me blurting out if he would like to stay with me after all has closed. He says he's usual answer. And for just a split second I wonder if my options were much better asked after he has had a couple of caps or if he would say yes regardless?.. some days I'm unaware. We leave and it's as if nothing has changed between us. The two of us walk to his place stopping for beer no less. Tipsy as we are were acting very silly skipping around, making strange noises at one another. We just go back to the two free spirited people simply infatuated with one another. And I'm flying in bliss. I sit on the bed and look at him. Memorizing his movments. He moves so beautifly so gracefully. He hands me an IPA, the way he's eyes meet mine is breathtakingly lovely. And in that moment, I could look at this handsome, complicated, loving, courageous man forever.

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC

addictedtolove

Him

I walked in and took my place at the bar waiting a bit impatiently for the bartender. After a few minutes she came I order a pbr and a shot of whiskey. my shot stings going down but I take a large sip of my beer and it sooths. I talk to some people for a bit but I can't help but look for you. I glance at the barstool I know you rest and i see you. From the looks of it this may be your 5th nightcap of the evening. And I'm promised it won't be your last. We meet eyes. You gaze at me the same way I, for you. I walk over and give you an I - miss - you hug. He's familiar will thoes. We jabber on about nonsense and and laugh at the strange curly-haried man dancing in the corner. God I love his laugh. I order a few more pbrs and a couple more shots.. my whiskey curauge has me blurting out if he would like to stay with me after all has closed. He says he's usual answer. And for just a split second I wonder if my options were much better asked after he has had a couple of caps or if he would say yes regardless?.. some days I'm unaware. We leave and it's as if nothing has changed between us. The two of us walk to his place stopping for beer no less. Tipsy as we are were acting very silly skipping around, making strange noises at one another. We just go back to the two free spirited people simply infatuated with one another. And I'm flying in bliss. I sit on the bed and look at him. Memorizing his movments. He moves so beautifly so gracefully. He hands me an IPA, the way he's eyes meet mine is breathtakingly lovely. And in that moment, I could look at this handsome, complicated, loving, courageous man forever.

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something about how the sound of Death was deafinitely Humming: ugly but Comforting n utterly Beautiful, beautifly enCompassed n disgustingly Haunting, tauntingly inTrepid n infectiously Foul. something about how the louder it Gets........regrettably Numbs me: lovely but Smothering n ******* inScrutable. brutally it Clutches n seductively Calms me, calling me to Bed........collecting me. ever ever heard of the Butterfly effect? anything it Follows is followed inCessantly. emptiness is Wallowing -- swallowing Everything. everything is Hollow so how could you Question me? - Headless Equestrian.

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC

robert-pulsen

"Why..."

something about how the sound of Death was deafinitely Humming: ugly but Comforting n utterly Beautiful, beautifly enCompassed n disgustingly Haunting, tauntingly inTrepid n infectiously Foul. something about how the louder it Gets........regrettably Numbs me: lovely but Smothering n ******* inScrutable. brutally it Clutches n seductively Calms me, calling me to Bed........collecting me. ever ever heard of the Butterfly effect? anything it Follows is followed inCessantly. emptiness is Wallowing -- swallowing Everything. everything is Hollow so how could you Question me? - Headless Equestrian.

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some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read. I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly. I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes. And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently... but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC

Yourbird

just went wrong

some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read. I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly. I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes. And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently... but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.

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i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC

IGuessThisMeCD

Drifter

i think I want to go to sleep. Drifting, Drifting, Beautifly. Softly. Like nobody would even wake me again. Like I would never wake again. That's what I want. I beg you. Drift me to sleep, And never wake me. Never. To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time That's what I want. I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that. I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake. I like to think that I might be remembered for something other than this. That I might be remembered for my art. Or the way I smiled at the birds. But I know they won't remember. They'll just say they're sorry. They'll just say they wished they'd done something. But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that. I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed. I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found. I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world. Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time. But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore. It's time to do. I think I want it to be beautiful. I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all. Soaring. Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness. I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me. So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds. Just me, and whatever is on the other side. Just promise you won't forget me. Promise.

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