"frightning" poems - Hello Poetry

Why does life consist of lies you ask. It is truly something no one can understand. Life is something with a mask, But you still decide to give it your hand. You see my dear, Life is a journey which has its ups and downs. How can you live if you live in fear? You listen to those commanding sounds, When in reality it's just you. It whispers frightning things in your ear. You are the one to decide if it is true, But do not let them get near. You are a fool my love. You believe them and what the say. You should only care about the one above. These lies are a game which you must play. Do you believe them?

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC

do-i-matter

Its all lies

Why does life consist of lies you ask. It is truly something no one can understand. Life is something with a mask, But you still decide to give it your hand. You see my dear, Life is a journey which has its ups and downs. How can you live if you live in fear? You listen to those commanding sounds, When in reality it's just you. It whispers frightning things in your ear. You are the one to decide if it is true, But do not let them get near. You are a fool my love. You believe them and what the say. You should only care about the one above. These lies are a game which you must play. Do you believe them?

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Silence is a beautiful thing it is so calming and peaceful but, sometimes to silence becomes to much thats when you shatter everything around you seems to change the dark is frightning the day is dreaded the bright sunrises seem to fade all because the silence became to loud to much to handle

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC

amber-11

Silence

Silence is a beautiful thing it is so calming and peaceful but, sometimes to silence becomes to much thats when you shatter everything around you seems to change the dark is frightning the day is dreaded the bright sunrises seem to fade all because the silence became to loud to much to handle

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**** alluring Petting, purring your eyes your smile .... been awhile sundressed caressed turquoise dreams silent screams sweet perfume dreaming looms dance 'round... lovely sounds come in close need a dose... don't take eyes or try to pry my hands off of you my boy blue loving true sigh I try... said I wouldn't, couldn't shouldn't do it ... blew it I did it again not JUST friends getting drink by kitchen sink on the brink drunken .... sunken loving you tonight feeling right your gentle hands **** man as we move in a groove wanna fly.... no goodbyes touching skin... moving in red lipstick did the trick your here so queer I look... a crook theif in the night a delight the empty waiting paper perhaps I thought a caper beckoning my wanting haunting skin as we begin lean into kiss... can't miss a fulfilled wish puckered fish waiting lips & fingertips.... seducing, reducing breaking shaking inhibitions down drown... i n g writing, fighting burning, learning I am stuck thunderstruck frightning lightning so exciting a giant puddle of ink... you think you can make me take me.. then forsake me? leave me bearing after sharing seductive words still unheard my point of inspiration doubting in frustration bleeding... needing just another ...... poem... and a beautiful burden you are. Cherie Nolan © 2016 smile

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC

Moi-Cherie

"Point of Inspiration"

**** alluring Petting, purring your eyes your smile .... been awhile sundressed caressed turquoise dreams silent screams sweet perfume dreaming looms dance 'round... lovely sounds come in close need a dose... don't take eyes or try to pry my hands off of you my boy blue loving true sigh I try... said I wouldn't, couldn't shouldn't do it ... blew it I did it again not JUST friends getting drink by kitchen sink on the brink drunken .... sunken loving you tonight feeling right your gentle hands **** man as we move in a groove wanna fly.... no goodbyes touching skin... moving in red lipstick did the trick your here so queer I look... a crook theif in the night a delight the empty waiting paper perhaps I thought a caper beckoning my wanting haunting skin as we begin lean into kiss... can't miss a fulfilled wish puckered fish waiting lips & fingertips.... seducing, reducing breaking shaking inhibitions down drown... i n g writing, fighting burning, learning I am stuck thunderstruck frightning lightning so exciting a giant puddle of ink... you think you can make me take me.. then forsake me? leave me bearing after sharing seductive words still unheard my point of inspiration doubting in frustration bleeding... needing just another ...... poem... and a beautiful burden you are. Cherie Nolan © 2016 smile

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I miss Marseille, today, though I can still see her, I know I'll soon be on my way. The dusty rock, the hills embrace her, the wisps of mist, I miss Marseille, her way, an understanding that: if you can't, you don't pay - prix libre they say - associations of the worlds strays. I miss Marseille and hearing what she has to say, on walls, from squats, saying what's often neglected, forgot. She's frank and clear and has time for every kind of queer, I long for her to lead me astray, to change; I miss Marseille. Always. The Sun, the passage of the days, anticipation at reaching ever corner, a confluence of culture, Marseille the forum. Tunis, Algiers; I can smell the North of Africa, hear the sails of all the boats that traffic her, I see them line the shores of every bay that twist and turn along Marseille, Swigging from my bottle of beaujolais. **** I miss it. Just the thought, I can barely resist it, I could pack it all up and leave today, For Le Plein, Cours Julien, For alive Marseille It belongs to all it's people, to us and if you try to take it watch the fuss, the fury and the disorey, **** I ******* Love Marseille. Everyone's on the cusp of Love & Hate, either knocking on or burning down the gate, all indulging in their collective fates. Now, a Picon beer with a slow sunset, please know, I have not one regret, just lessons from my passions and ideas from everyday chic/schlague fashion I will miss your elevator kisses, your smile in the stormclouds, the lightning, so exciting and frightning. I loved it when you hated something: The tourists, Men suffocating the street. I loved seeing how you could eat, you will always be an inspiration So, it will be fine, okay? So long, Marseille, with your West facing bay, you are forever blue in my memory, never grey But, I will miss you, Marseille, and that's okay.

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Nov 6, 2019

Nov 6, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC

brokencellar

I Miss Marseille

I miss Marseille, today, though I can still see her, I know I'll soon be on my way. The dusty rock, the hills embrace her, the wisps of mist, I miss Marseille, her way, an understanding that: if you can't, you don't pay - prix libre they say - associations of the worlds strays. I miss Marseille and hearing what she has to say, on walls, from squats, saying what's often neglected, forgot. She's frank and clear and has time for every kind of queer, I long for her to lead me astray, to change; I miss Marseille. Always. The Sun, the passage of the days, anticipation at reaching ever corner, a confluence of culture, Marseille the forum. Tunis, Algiers; I can smell the North of Africa, hear the sails of all the boats that traffic her, I see them line the shores of every bay that twist and turn along Marseille, Swigging from my bottle of beaujolais. **** I miss it. Just the thought, I can barely resist it, I could pack it all up and leave today, For Le Plein, Cours Julien, For alive Marseille It belongs to all it's people, to us and if you try to take it watch the fuss, the fury and the disorey, **** I ******* Love Marseille. Everyone's on the cusp of Love & Hate, either knocking on or burning down the gate, all indulging in their collective fates. Now, a Picon beer with a slow sunset, please know, I have not one regret, just lessons from my passions and ideas from everyday chic/schlague fashion I will miss your elevator kisses, your smile in the stormclouds, the lightning, so exciting and frightning. I loved it when you hated something: The tourists, Men suffocating the street. I loved seeing how you could eat, you will always be an inspiration So, it will be fine, okay? So long, Marseille, with your West facing bay, you are forever blue in my memory, never grey But, I will miss you, Marseille, and that's okay.

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Why does life consist of lies you ask. It is truly something no one can understand. Life is something with a mask, But you still decide to give it your hand. You see my dear, Life is a journey which has its ups and downs. How can you live if you live in fear? You listen to those commanding sounds, When in reality it's just you. It whispers frightning things in your ear. You are the one to decide if it is true, But do not let them get near. You are a fool my love. You believe them and what the say. You should only care about the one above. These lies are a game you play. Do you believe them?

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC

somesuicidalgirl

It is all lies my darling

Why does life consist of lies you ask. It is truly something no one can understand. Life is something with a mask, But you still decide to give it your hand. You see my dear, Life is a journey which has its ups and downs. How can you live if you live in fear? You listen to those commanding sounds, When in reality it's just you. It whispers frightning things in your ear. You are the one to decide if it is true, But do not let them get near. You are a fool my love. You believe them and what the say. You should only care about the one above. These lies are a game you play. Do you believe them?

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Light from the yellow ball in the sky Leaves you golden brown Or bright red It's beautiful, the sun Yet the power it holds It's frightning It could hurt you It could give you that golden glow The sun is a lot like me Unpredictable and dangerous It burns some, yet leaves others unharmed It's the ones standing to close to me The ones who don't cover them selfs That get the full power of my rays

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC

crazytilde

The Sun

Light from the yellow ball in the sky Leaves you golden brown Or bright red It's beautiful, the sun Yet the power it holds It's frightning It could hurt you It could give you that golden glow The sun is a lot like me Unpredictable and dangerous It burns some, yet leaves others unharmed It's the ones standing to close to me The ones who don't cover them selfs That get the full power of my rays

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Tick Tick Tick... The clock struck 2 with every passing minute a part of me elivated. Utter hollowness was felt in my veins, my nerves, my breath and my entire Body! All those undying perpetual fears once again rejuvenated, reminding me about the horrifying night I survived. Well, I just survived.... They stopped me in the middle of the road, brutally took me aside, tore upon all my clothes, with the iron rod they scratched my body. Was I just a toy? left me naked on the road side. I felt like a CORPSE but the only difference that summoned was that the corpse was covered with a coffin but i wasn't... I was left aside in the middle of the night, crying for help. Rapists were not only those who ***** me that night but also the one's who caught me crying in their cells and cameras passing by.. Once again, I was taken aback to the darkest night. Lifeless. Scary. Frightning.... - Muskan :)

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC

floatingwords

That Night...

Tick Tick Tick... The clock struck 2 with every passing minute a part of me elivated. Utter hollowness was felt in my veins, my nerves, my breath and my entire Body! All those undying perpetual fears once again rejuvenated, reminding me about the horrifying night I survived. Well, I just survived.... They stopped me in the middle of the road, brutally took me aside, tore upon all my clothes, with the iron rod they scratched my body. Was I just a toy? left me naked on the road side. I felt like a CORPSE but the only difference that summoned was that the corpse was covered with a coffin but i wasn't... I was left aside in the middle of the night, crying for help. Rapists were not only those who ***** me that night but also the one's who caught me crying in their cells and cameras passing by.. Once again, I was taken aback to the darkest night. Lifeless. Scary. Frightning.... - Muskan :)

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