"noelle" poems
My sunset begins as yours comes up
I sip my wine slowly, knowing you’re downing your whiskey at 6 in the morning
The tub of ice cream from last night has melted away
So why can’t you?
This city of lights blinds me, a nice distraction
But I have to run, I have to keep running
Because my demons have your beautiful smile
And I can’t help but stare with melancholy in my heart
My sleepless nights are invaded by your chocolate eyes and velvet lips
If I’m honest, that button on my phone taunts me
It begs me to call, send a text
But I don’t
I don’t and I won’t
You had let go first and danced our dance with your little noelle
O how jolly you must’ve been, staring into her starry eyes
So even if I miss you, I won’t
So I sip my wine slowly as you down your whiskey at 6 in the morning
These devils smile your smile and I look away
I move forward, melancholy and anger and hopefulness without you fuelling me
I hope you miss me as much as I do. But sometimes I don’t
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
HE said to write
create.
{read my wordfs} dont be scared.
your m.ind will fill in the blanks
caps lock willl destroy. your muind.
....your story begins now.
Dont be afraid and read the wLls./
find a quiet place.
find a song.
feel it. taste iut. create a song......
chapter two.
i went to ***
you came to me,
found me in a dark room....posted. I cant read this he said disappoinbted. :( keep trying :)))
{hey there friendship, lets have a heart to heart....walk outside for chapter two..... i'll be there in the night. In the quiet. silence.
phone is dead :(((( who cares! party in the basement.
can you read this yet???
tgake me on a messy date.
i want to play in the sunshoine. heal my /adhd please
((((adivan is gone :( who steals from a friend???
/where did Noelle leave her pants anyway
((((( chaptep two.
quit your mind. listen to the music..shhhhhhh////
read tyhisd 6omorrow...
caps lock are evilsssss.........
listenm tp the robots 2013......
find me in the dark writing rymes. changing soings. creating. , , , ,
authors. intillects.
teachers.
cults are bad!!!!!!!! god is love. dont do drugs and go on adventires.
read the bible everyday. silence your heart. take a deep breath. no one cares. they will foind you again.
dont be scared...
quiet moments are the best. where did i put my cigarettes. to be conyinued.
edit or no>>>>
bring back indie bands. then they become mainstream you know :( sad hipsters.
i just wanna play.
no one gets me.
pep talks and ****
partys downstairs.
find me later when they go to bed.
go play.
'
you have nothing to do tomorrow.
its only 11????? i like numbers. i hate math.
i have to *** still.
waiting. who cares. go to sleep. i'll stay up all night and write poems...
i sleep in tuckers room when heres not here. i miss him so bad sometimes. i wonder what 6 year olds dream about, you know?
this is gunna be EPICCCC!!!! sermon on the way...to becontinued. tweet me clues from the front porch.
i'lll be quiet. my phones dead anyway. oh well. phones are bad.
wheres the bathroom?
oh yeah. chapter two.
how long can i write this poem before they try and find me.
the basement is to farrrr.....cigarettes on the front po
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that.
hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas, dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...
all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska...
gotta have a babuska after a list like that...
looks nice, doesn't it?
see how honest other people can become...
that's as honest as you're going to get:
i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual...
and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia"
worth reciting...
but at least there's no closet,
and certainly no skeleton in it...
to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of
a woman's favourite *****
oh sure, i can switch off...
i just start thinking about cow *******
and milk sacks; not that hard;
ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like
scratching your skin after the barbers...
milking a cow: ah... another subject
of investigation...
why do men not bother being
breast-fed, to out-compete the babe?
seems a shame to leave a vacuum for
capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
My mother is almost six feet tall.
5′11 for whoever is curious.
I am barely five feet. 5′1 for whoever’s wondering.
As you can see, my mom is tall and that means that her eight other siblings: Jack, Jackie, Jackson, Annie, Francine, Aimé, Michelle and Noelle are equally if not taller than she is.
On September 6th our pastor called me into her bedroom and there stood the three eldest siblings: Francine, Annie and Aimé like three beautiful angels. My aunt Annie was particularly hard to look at because she is a spitting image of my mother.
Mom. On September 6th people walked inside the house with their shoes on. I know how much you hate that. Mom, there are people in the living room with their shoes on. Mom, on September 6th I was inside the house and you weren’t there. There are people flying in and out of this home and none of them are taking their ********* shoes off. As if the ground where your body had lain a few nights before was *****
Sometimes I can’t even look in the mirror because all I see is you. I see the woman you created. The little girl that you raised. The little girl who would put her head on your lap when the world was being mean to my four feet tall stature.
Mommy. I am so sorry. I was an absolute demon to you. I ignored you just as much as I avoided you but you also have a part in this. I hadn’t woken up one morning and decided that I wouldn’t speak to you or that I’d move to a different city. These type of things build up. They accumulate and yet, I mourn you like the messenger of God you believed you were.
Mom, I am so so sorry.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
Noelle's voice pierced through my head as it always did, but I held my tongue. I raced up the creaky stairs, and retrieved the movies. As soon as I could gather a thought I heard the whine again, "these aren't the blue ray one's Johnny!"
Noelle frantically shot up from her position and raced upstairs. Stomp stomp stomp, Noelle never walked like a normal person. Instead, she brought both her feet down like she was pounding the juice out of grapes, and it sounded like thunder! The same was when she knocked on the door. If one did not live with her and understood her habits, Noelle's knock could be mistaken for the police.
As Noelle made her way down the stairs she yelled out, "where are the Harry Potter blue-ray series! I don't know where they went, they vanished!
Now, like a cheetah Noelle seeked out the weakest prey and planed her attack. With her snout pointed towards me she viciously started making ridiculous assumptions. She hissed, "you have them, you took them to Elyse's house I know you did, you better get them back!"
Like an innocent little rat, I didn't know how to respond, I was stupefied by her accusation. As usual, I held my tongue and did not unleash the wrath of this tiger.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Sit patiently beside me while I dig through the shredded skins of my past selves, as I dig through the madness these scars hold, find and pull myself, brutally and with all the struggle of a world war, out of this black hole. Because once I come out of that black hole, I can discover the wonders of space; it’s stars, nebulae and the beauty of standing underneath the moon with you. Just let me save myself first.
©Noelle Marie
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
I used to think that time will only tell,
A phrase used more than once throughout my days,
And, then I met a woman named Noelle,
She brought me clarity to cure my haze,
So beautiful my heart skipped twenty beats,
Angelic timbre straight from heaven’s gate,
So smart and witty no one can compete,
Did destiny provide my one soul mate?
So different yet inherently the same,
Embracing every shared in common trait,
A cautious courtship both vowed to maintain,
Yet so entranced two hearts could scarcely wait.
A fairy tale we know so very well,
I’m so in love with you, my sweet Noelle...
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Today everything is my fault,
I cant do anything right.
Anything I say gets taken the wrong way.
I feel sick but because you feel down it’s all about you
Nothing I do is right.
You wont let me help.
You get mad at me for trying to help.
You get mad at me for telling you how it is,
You are making things worse.
You left.
You left me to deal with this on my own.
I have moments to,
Not that you would know because its never about me
But I guess its all my fault.
Ill take the blame,
You can just tell everyone how im an ***
Tell the people what they want to here….
Noelle did it again.
She cant make anything right,
She cant make anyone happy,
She cant keep anyone because shes to much of a *****
Tell them how its all my fault,
Its all my fault for trying to help you,
For telling you what I know,
For getting mad that I cant help.
Tell them.
Tell them how you see it.
Tell them so they know I cant do anything right.
Tell them because they deserve to know too.
Tell them because its always my fault.
Tell them because they already know.
They know how I am.
I self destruct,
I blow up,
I get mad,
I get sad,
I have emotions to.
I have moments where I break,
Where I remember,
Where I can barely breath because of what happened.
But that doesn’t matter,
Because I don’t matter.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC