"gilly" poems - Hello Poetry

let's just say i'm doing fine jonas says he's going back to california the roughage of a thousand ocean floors roll me into their waves and strangle my heart instantly pulling him away, always, all ways... jonas and i are in the kitchen at standing on end "i'm getting out of here, you know" he pulls out the Gilly mug he always uses here i read the wisdom beneath the scribbles of his hands jonas left two weeks ago, i won't hear from him he's living like a shadow, passing over, never sinking in everyone everywhere he's ever been will never remember his name none of them will know who he is will our ties weaken or will we make deeper grooves every time we retrace a step? like highways after years of traffic

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC

gillybean

glitter on the highways passed

let's just say i'm doing fine jonas says he's going back to california the roughage of a thousand ocean floors roll me into their waves and strangle my heart instantly pulling him away, always, all ways... jonas and i are in the kitchen at standing on end "i'm getting out of here, you know" he pulls out the Gilly mug he always uses here i read the wisdom beneath the scribbles of his hands jonas left two weeks ago, i won't hear from him he's living like a shadow, passing over, never sinking in everyone everywhere he's ever been will never remember his name none of them will know who he is will our ties weaken or will we make deeper grooves every time we retrace a step? like highways after years of traffic

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1) read me a poem 2) sing me a Radiohead song 3) talk to me about that time you ate that pizza by your own and how funny it was to see other people's reaction 4) hug me 5) tell me everything's gonna pass and everything's gonna be alright 6) play with me 7) take me out to play guitar and jam with weird and gilly and the spiders from mars 8) make me see the moon 9) help me breathing 10) tell me to make a list of things that make me feel better 11) talk to me with your bare voice 12) show me that photo of us that you loved so much you couldn't stop staring at 13) love me 14) be with me at my darkest 15) help me sleep without nightmares 16) let me see your eyes 17) show me your disc/book collection 18) talk to me about your mommy 19) play hide and seek with me 20) make me a list of the foods you don't like 21) read my bad sad depressing poetry 22) acaríciame la nuca y perdóname por no saber cómo se dice en inglés 23) remember with me those moments you really liked 24) be patient 25) be careful, but not that much careful 26) excuse my ocd about space and counting your inner stars 27) arrópame y discúlpame de nuevo por ser tan ignorante con el inglés 28) wait for me 29) say hi!, literally hi! 30) be happy, and I'll try to be happy with you.

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC

k4lopsia

how to make me feel better:

1) read me a poem 2) sing me a Radiohead song 3) talk to me about that time you ate that pizza by your own and how funny it was to see other people's reaction 4) hug me 5) tell me everything's gonna pass and everything's gonna be alright 6) play with me 7) take me out to play guitar and jam with weird and gilly and the spiders from mars 8) make me see the moon 9) help me breathing 10) tell me to make a list of things that make me feel better 11) talk to me with your bare voice 12) show me that photo of us that you loved so much you couldn't stop staring at 13) love me 14) be with me at my darkest 15) help me sleep without nightmares 16) let me see your eyes 17) show me your disc/book collection 18) talk to me about your mommy 19) play hide and seek with me 20) make me a list of the foods you don't like 21) read my bad sad depressing poetry 22) acaríciame la nuca y perdóname por no saber cómo se dice en inglés 23) remember with me those moments you really liked 24) be patient 25) be careful, but not that much careful 26) excuse my ocd about space and counting your inner stars 27) arrópame y discúlpame de nuevo por ser tan ignorante con el inglés 28) wait for me 29) say hi!, literally hi! 30) be happy, and I'll try to be happy with you.

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Alone. By September until who knows when, that is how I will start and end my days. Calm mornings will no longer begin with the sound of your chatter. Dead silence will fill the air as I eat my dinner all alone. Every empty chair will be a reminder that you are not home. From spending almost every waking hour together, we will only exchange brief messages each day. Growing up has led us to this—one of you in Manila and the other one in Tokyo. I’ll feel stuck in the four corners of my little room while you’re both someplace else. Just the thought of not having both of you around makes me feel like a deer caught in the headlights. Kisses, embraces, and affectionate teasing only older sisters could ever give will become less frequent… Loneliness is something I have never known. Mom and Dad will still be here, but they will be busy too, and I would not want to bother them. Nothing will fill in the spaces of the house the way they’re occupied while you’re here— One of you painting in watercolor by the windowsill, the other one listening to music until the wee hours of the morning. Please always tell me about your day while you’re away, no matter how ordinary or great it may be. Q¬uiet the noises that will shout in the head of a younger sister who is all alone. Rise and live the way you have always wanted, but don’t forget about me. Shine to the world the way you shine in my eyes. Think of me as I think of you. Ultimately, all I will do will come down to waiting for you to come back home. Vinyls we share will rarely spin, the books we borrow from one another will be left to dust on the shelves. What was once a house filled to the brim with voices and love only sisters could have will feel spacious and empty. Xylophone clanging and the strumming of the guitar from the childhood we shared will seem so distant, but I will do all I can to make it feel like you are not far away— Your favorite song will come up on the radio on some nights and I will sing along as we would sing together: “Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly, and the spiders from Mars….”

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC

panaginip

ABCs of Loneliness

Alone. By September until who knows when, that is how I will start and end my days. Calm mornings will no longer begin with the sound of your chatter. Dead silence will fill the air as I eat my dinner all alone. Every empty chair will be a reminder that you are not home. From spending almost every waking hour together, we will only exchange brief messages each day. Growing up has led us to this—one of you in Manila and the other one in Tokyo. I’ll feel stuck in the four corners of my little room while you’re both someplace else. Just the thought of not having both of you around makes me feel like a deer caught in the headlights. Kisses, embraces, and affectionate teasing only older sisters could ever give will become less frequent… Loneliness is something I have never known. Mom and Dad will still be here, but they will be busy too, and I would not want to bother them. Nothing will fill in the spaces of the house the way they’re occupied while you’re here— One of you painting in watercolor by the windowsill, the other one listening to music until the wee hours of the morning. Please always tell me about your day while you’re away, no matter how ordinary or great it may be. Q¬uiet the noises that will shout in the head of a younger sister who is all alone. Rise and live the way you have always wanted, but don’t forget about me. Shine to the world the way you shine in my eyes. Think of me as I think of you. Ultimately, all I will do will come down to waiting for you to come back home. Vinyls we share will rarely spin, the books we borrow from one another will be left to dust on the shelves. What was once a house filled to the brim with voices and love only sisters could have will feel spacious and empty. Xylophone clanging and the strumming of the guitar from the childhood we shared will seem so distant, but I will do all I can to make it feel like you are not far away— Your favorite song will come up on the radio on some nights and I will sing along as we would sing together: “Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly, and the spiders from Mars….”

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3.23.14 Remember the evenings when we sat on your trampoline and listened to music that belonged in movies? What could you have possibly thought of me in those moments that I opened up? Did you actually still love me or did you think me a fool? I thought you belonged with the sky on those evenings that the sun set in a pool of gold, because you were perfect enough. I thought that the line of your nose and the curve of your jaw was perfect. I suppose I still do. It's like you died, darling. That's how I feel. I can't even talk to you anymore because you'd never answer. I can't ask you how your sister is doing or how you and Joshua are in your friendship. And you won't ask me how I'm doing because why would you all of the sudden care? It's funny because you never really asked how I was doing, at least I can't ever remember a time. Did you ever really care? Was that entire six months a lie? God, did I fork over my heart for only to gain a sense of heartache? Please, I need to know. Every time I think of never talking to you again my soul tightens and so do my eyes. Or maybe they droop. Can you tell? Even as I am sitting here writing this all, pouring out my feelings my heart still forgives you for not replying to me. For hating me. . And I hate how I can't hate you, couldn't even bring myself anywhere near. I hate the way you look at me with wide eyes, suspicious deer eyes, like I'm going to explode into a million pieces at your feet, like I'm going to beg for you back. As if you're good enough for that. Did Marina not feel like me? You ditched her rather quickly, I have to say. That was a **** move on your part. Who's your new conquest? Your new unsuspecting victim? Jessica maybe? Ir Gilly again? They all think you're a lake, glassy and smooth. But they don't get the shallow part. You don't have layers, you don't even have leagues. So how did I fall into your 2000 league deep eyes? I must not have known how to swim. .

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC

claire-elizabeth

3.23.14

3.23.14 Remember the evenings when we sat on your trampoline and listened to music that belonged in movies? What could you have possibly thought of me in those moments that I opened up? Did you actually still love me or did you think me a fool? I thought you belonged with the sky on those evenings that the sun set in a pool of gold, because you were perfect enough. I thought that the line of your nose and the curve of your jaw was perfect. I suppose I still do. It's like you died, darling. That's how I feel. I can't even talk to you anymore because you'd never answer. I can't ask you how your sister is doing or how you and Joshua are in your friendship. And you won't ask me how I'm doing because why would you all of the sudden care? It's funny because you never really asked how I was doing, at least I can't ever remember a time. Did you ever really care? Was that entire six months a lie? God, did I fork over my heart for only to gain a sense of heartache? Please, I need to know. Every time I think of never talking to you again my soul tightens and so do my eyes. Or maybe they droop. Can you tell? Even as I am sitting here writing this all, pouring out my feelings my heart still forgives you for not replying to me. For hating me. . And I hate how I can't hate you, couldn't even bring myself anywhere near. I hate the way you look at me with wide eyes, suspicious deer eyes, like I'm going to explode into a million pieces at your feet, like I'm going to beg for you back. As if you're good enough for that. Did Marina not feel like me? You ditched her rather quickly, I have to say. That was a **** move on your part. Who's your new conquest? Your new unsuspecting victim? Jessica maybe? Ir Gilly again? They all think you're a lake, glassy and smooth. But they don't get the shallow part. You don't have layers, you don't even have leagues. So how did I fall into your 2000 league deep eyes? I must not have known how to swim. .

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