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"hoplessly" poems
Cleavage,  Oh, what wounder! Full and Round! Soft and **** Like a bouquet of flowers! Fregrant & beautful, meant to be admired. Properly displayed, In color and lace, So wounderfully feminine! A cavern of love, She captures my attention, And releases my desire. Add just a smile! Even a hint of one, a powerful potion is revealed. Cleavage with a Smile! A great and powerful man, under her **** spell. hoplessly mesmerized, by Cleavage with a Smile. Don't look away! Don't be offended! be kind, add a smile. Cleavage With a Smile!
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Cleavage With A Smile (V1)
Hoplessly exhausting myself Trying to be something special hopelessly fixing myself Daydreaming of being called beautiful while I cant spot a beautiful Thing about myself Hopelessly sitting in a room full of people Staring at each and every person Desiring for someone to speak to me   secretly wishing I wasn't so invisible Hoplessly reminding myself soon this will end and life will go on.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
hopelessly
You asked me to draw a heart on your face, But for me it is a sign of my love, That would mean close contact, While that excites me it makes me nervous too, The truth is no matter what I still dream of you, You have magical powers to lighten up my day, Feelings though may not be returned, You have another girl to caress, To hold close, To kiss, To love, And I don't really matter, I'm just some girl who is hoplessly in love, I'm just a girl, Nothing special, But she must be, Because she has you.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 7:44 AM UTC
A Little Black Heart Upon His Cheek,
Distract me now if only for a few seconds let this chaos keep kicking up the dust continue the scattering and never let it settle. Distract me again just a couple minutes longer let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free. Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning. Be my decoy. I've freed you, but who can free me? now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see. These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole Distracted too long and not even the phoenix song can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity. This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire threatening to burn me with flames to inspire but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire Hoplessly distracted and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended. The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind letting the gloom sink the sunshine. Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended. Distract the demon this time, hold him off as long as you can to escape his hold on me is my only plan feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake. the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make. 07.08.2009 M.Mutch.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC
Distracting The Demon
Distract me now if only for a few seconds let this chaos keep kicking up the dust continue the scattering and never let it settle. Distract me again just a couple minutes longer let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free. Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning. Be my decoy. I've freed you, but who can free me? now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see. These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole Distracted too long and not even the phoenix song can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity. This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire threatening to burn me with flames to inspire but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire Hoplessly distracted and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended. The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind letting the gloom sink the sunshine. Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended. Distract the demon this time, hold him off as long as you can to escape his hold on me is my only plan feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake. the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make. 07.08.2009 M.Mutch.
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and hypnotically the Broken Dawn enters our Dominion and shatters all Faith shattered men walk Broken Streets and dreamlessly and hopelessly continue............ as the game being played repeats and repeats......... the Killing Images and Death ...............................continue in its wake hypnotically WE ...............continue breaking .............or shattering hoplessly on ....................Dreamless Streets Killing and Dying needlessly
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Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
broken dawn
What I want is To  *s           l               i                   p* and *f         a         l         l* come hoplessly tumbling    V sometimes its just too hard to keep standing to keep holding       ^ just want to go to sleep and live with my dreams and never wake     ^ but that would be too easy, cowardly so I choose to keep looking   ^ - Vijayalakshmi Harish          05.09.2012 Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
Up & Down
You put me to the side left me useless and defenseless slone against the world feeling unloved and unwanted. Although you said it wasn't me what else am I suppose to think how else am I suppose feel where am I suppose to turn? What happened to your promises your declarations and undying devotion promising never to hurt me yet you hurled them back at me. All I wanted was to love you give you my unconditional love offer my heart on a silver platter be "hoplessly devoted to you."
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
What Happened?
I remeber long nights With your plaid button downs Always with the first button undone And your white T-Shirt underneath always brightend the hazel in your eyes Memories of Germany danced on your lips How I wanted to taste them... The longing still holds on the end of my tongue Car rides were always needed But I never minded sharing them with you Conversations of endless nothings and you didn't know I was falling hoplessly in love with you. You may not have had the blue eyes I dreamed of as a little girl But they looked to me like how I looked at shooting stars The dead of night always ran through your hair as my mind ran circles around itself chasing those cosmic wonders And there may not be a sequence to this poem But thats how you made me feel Out of order Maybe a little out of place But when I looked to you, you knew of all the wishes I spent on those shooting stars
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
Shooting Stars
I oh so desperately wish to be noticed i'm tried of being a shadow lurking behind you I wish to be shiny, like sliver in the sun i wish to shine bright like a bullet in a gun I wish to be loud and heard like an scream in a tunnel I wish my voice could ring in the ears of many I wish to be someone anyone that isn't me I no longer wish to be dim shadow lurking behind everyone silently I wish to be a loud spontaneous light exploding in front of everyone like a firework who's embers never fall back down
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Hoplessly Wishing
I found myself, lying hoplessly on the couch Waiting for you to come back in Don't you see If you leave Who will be my only friend?
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
lonely, lonely
Monday is still asleep, Tuesday tries to wake him gently, when she can. Wednesday doesn't know what to think, he's very emotional. Thursday councils him to no avail. Friday is quite a handful, but a cute one, for she is the baby. Saturday tries to be a "good boy" yet he doesn't even know what that is. Sunday, well, she is a stay at home mom, that lost her husband to a war way back when. She prays day and night that her children will have good lives, but she does not believe it is possible. January is the oldest of the months, though he doesn't really care. February is a hoplessly lost romantic. March is lucky, but far too realistic for her taste. April dances across the lawn in the rain and smiles all the time, even when she is not happy in the slightest. May is haughty and he doesn't get it. June sings songs outside of July's window, he is trying to win her heart. August, the loner, does well in school and carries a million issues. September secretly loves him, but is too shy to say. October the prankster pranks us all but never gets into trouble. November is thankful for the tears and laughs alike but not for himself. As for myself, I am December, they say I am low-key with a heart of gold, but I think not. In a way we are a family and we mean the world to each other. Though we do not share the blood, we fight, we cry, we bleed, we tear each other apart when the moment feels right. One day people will know just who we are, but for now, I guess this is as good as it gets.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
We Are
Monday is still asleep, Tuesday tries to wake him gently, when she can. Wednesday doesn't know what to think, he's very emotional. Thursday councils him to no avail. Friday is quite a handful, but a cute one, for she is the baby. Saturday tries to be a "good boy" yet he doesn't even know what that is. Sunday, well, she is a stay at home mom, that lost her husband to a war way back when. She prays day and night that her children will have good lives, but she does not believe it is possible. January is the oldest of the months, though he doesn't really care. February is a hoplessly lost romantic. March is lucky, but far too realistic for her taste. April dances across the lawn in the rain and smiles all the time, even when she is not happy in the slightest. May is haughty and he doesn't get it. June sings songs outside of July's window, he is trying to win her heart. August, the loner, does well in school and carries a million issues. September secretly loves him, but is too shy to say. October the prankster pranks us all but never gets into trouble. November is thankful for the tears and laughs alike but not for himself. As for myself, I am December, they say I am low-key with a heart of gold, but I think not. In a way we are a family and we mean the world to each other. Though we do not share the blood, we fight, we cry, we bleed, we tear each other apart when the moment feels right. One day people will know just who we are, but for now, I guess this is as good as it gets.
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I am hopeless for you Hoplessly in love, so much Don't leave me alone please
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Untitled
I walk down a foggy corridor where I find a door Light beams shine through its slits piercing the air I reach for the door and great darkness seeps into the air As I walk hoplessly in the endless night A dim sliver of warm sunlight finds my hand Walking towards it, this dim light shines brighter in the dark than all the stars in the sky
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
All the Stars in the Sky
Picked up the shreds of my dignity and pulled myself together one last time. I scraped up the last slivers of hope and pinned them all on you. Hoplessly Iost, I belived in you. Only I traded them all in for this last betrayal. Now there's nothing left but my mind to drive me even deeper into crazy. What's worse is, there was no 'sorry' to ***** up my wounded pride. Only a desolate lanscape where answers should have been. I strain to squeeze out the slightest hope. Welcome to my devastation its all I have left. As you aptly said: "If you're not first, you're last! " Enjoy the show...
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
First last loser
The sunshine and storm are the package he came with. I felt in love hoplessly and unconciously with him. Because of him I unwillingly tasted the true heart break and the sorrow of falling in love, being in love and falling out of love. My first love, him. Now i'm scared of falling in love...
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
My first love
i hoplessly, endlessly wonder why. everything is lost, a somber toss of peace into the fray. No light of day to guide me down the wondering paths that once lead us, fed us on dreams and aspirations. when it happens, it happens fast. winds change. tides turn. yet, as if in a fit of unconscious reverie , my pen continues to flow. a constant stream of thought. endlessly slipping truths wrapped in lies, endless lies wrapped in crisp undeniable truth. broken thoughts .... good intentions .... half lives lived untill they fade to black.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
Struggle
If you shatter me you could see right threw me. If you cared to look, you would find The decay of my heart manifesting on the floor. If you cared to look you would see my hands, Drawn thin and white knuckled Grasping Grasping for you --- A nest of small tinder laying in a blackened pit, Surrounded by large blocky logs A small spark- So small even the tinder barely feels it, Prods itself deep into the nest. It grows it's own angry roots, It flickers them up the pile, It consumes the nest in its Small chance of survival. It is overbearing. So let me dash the fire with my fist- Inhale the aroma of a chance- Burn myself upon my hope. --- A lost boy wanders in the woods, Hoplessly lost without a clue what to do He wanders eternally. --- A young woman is curled upon her run down sofa, Numbly wondering why his name can't get out of her head She likes him A lot She just can't bring herself to spark a fire She won't call his name She closed herself off... Again - A young man sits dumbfounded on the floor in the center of his room. He can't understand why, Why she won't feel the same His passion is tender and transparent and his hope is ever-grasping His soul is lost without guidance His heart is lost without love. - So why must our love be broken my sweet...
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Young Love
Hoplessly waiting Carelessly flaunting All i want to do is feel something
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Feel
These are the days im gonna miss All these late night phone calls Just because i couldn't stop thinking of you All these long texts trying to explain my feelings All these emotions racing through my brain Trying to find someone to numb the pain Failing hoplessly But still having enough in me to get back up Yeah these are the days we are gonna miss When we are old and sitting alone reminiscing These are the days we are gonna come to All these long texts phone call Pains Gains Fail Victories All of them Im gonna miss them
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Good ole days
My heart never so open To breaking My soul never so ready For the taking I am hoplessly fallen Given to madness Sickly in love Dreaming Dreaming dreams In my every breath In and out Another dream Of you I keep falling As I've fallen Through time And logic Only madness Crashing through The floor And earth No stopping My descent Fallen to these dreams Begging for realease Break my soul And take my heart My life My love My inspiration All yours For the talking
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
My Inspiration
Its raining hard outside And I should slow down The roads are wet and dangerous But I'm already a wreck inside And I'm madly desperate to reach you It's cold out there in the dark And it's raining from my eyes It's flowing like a river And its already begun to flood I'm drowning in ever moment I'm breathing it in with every breath And I'm just dying to tell you... I'm just dying to say it... And I can't... I want to end every message with it... I want to start and end every poem with it... Write it on every leter of every line and all the space inbetween... Stuff it in every sound of every word... But I'm hoplessly afraid of it... It is living and singing and dancing in my heart And it has made all things beautiful And I don't know what to do with it And I don't know how to handle it All I can do is watch and listen As it repeats the same Three words Over and over again And I try to repeat along But nothing comes out Accept the ache And pain of it That beautiful hurt Right before my Heart breaks
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
That beautiful hurt
hands thrown up in an affirming hallelujah-- hundredth devil syndrome of idle no time. a single syncopating harp string-- hoplessly blurring a romantic's note. cases of curiosity, the casualties of morbid fascination on display. poetic admission fee: no one shows if no one sees.
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
Cases of Curiosity