"raspiness" poems - Hello Poetry

He's like the color grey on a happy day ******* up anything colorful into a vortex of nothingness His voice could put a baby to sleep It's filled with dullness and talking cheap Yet there's an edge of raspiness His posture is slant just like his old dying aunt who can't get a grip on life just like him His eyes could be full of life But instead they're boring and pale and not as deep as the sea that I wish I could write about There are days where I deeply desire to write about a beautiful man who's filled with life But yet here I am writing about a real man who knows what real life is about and why there's no reason to be anything at all

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC

longlivekc

a grey man

He's like the color grey on a happy day ******* up anything colorful into a vortex of nothingness His voice could put a baby to sleep It's filled with dullness and talking cheap Yet there's an edge of raspiness His posture is slant just like his old dying aunt who can't get a grip on life just like him His eyes could be full of life But instead they're boring and pale and not as deep as the sea that I wish I could write about There are days where I deeply desire to write about a beautiful man who's filled with life But yet here I am writing about a real man who knows what real life is about and why there's no reason to be anything at all

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His voice is an endless line of I love you's mixed with an even longer line of I can't love you's. It tears you apart with a single word because it holds more secrets behind each syllable than most people hold in their entire body and you become so focused on peeling back the meaning behind each word that you can no longer string them together in your own mind to form a coherent sentence so when you ask him to repeat himself he assumes you weren't listening when realistically you were listening up until he got to the words love and hate right next to one another and his voice shook just the tiniest bit and you spent the rest of the time trying to pick apart why something so small could affect him that much and why had no one ever healed the pain behind those words for him because when he speaks you can't help but feel as if you're in the eye of a hurricane surrounded by rushing winds and pouring rain on every side of you but where you stand with him is calm and silent all except for his words falling into your soul and settling in your heart so deep that you will never be able to hear another person tell you Goodmorning without comparing the raspiness in their voice to the smooth calmness of his and no matter how many strangers beds you stay in with the ability to lie and tell them you love them but not being able to even say their name when you wake up tangled in their sheets you'll remember the way they fell asleep the night before after a simple goodnight and how he would have spent hours upon hours just talking to you and muttering about how your eyes are brighter than the sun itself until you fell asleep because he knows you can't fall asleep to silence and no matter how much you pretend you never heard him speak or called him just to listen to him say your name over and over again his voice will always be settled somewhere deep in your heart scarring the path that any other voice you come into contact with will travel across. C.a.l

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC

forevrmourn

Tell Me About His Voice

His voice is an endless line of I love you's mixed with an even longer line of I can't love you's. It tears you apart with a single word because it holds more secrets behind each syllable than most people hold in their entire body and you become so focused on peeling back the meaning behind each word that you can no longer string them together in your own mind to form a coherent sentence so when you ask him to repeat himself he assumes you weren't listening when realistically you were listening up until he got to the words love and hate right next to one another and his voice shook just the tiniest bit and you spent the rest of the time trying to pick apart why something so small could affect him that much and why had no one ever healed the pain behind those words for him because when he speaks you can't help but feel as if you're in the eye of a hurricane surrounded by rushing winds and pouring rain on every side of you but where you stand with him is calm and silent all except for his words falling into your soul and settling in your heart so deep that you will never be able to hear another person tell you Goodmorning without comparing the raspiness in their voice to the smooth calmness of his and no matter how many strangers beds you stay in with the ability to lie and tell them you love them but not being able to even say their name when you wake up tangled in their sheets you'll remember the way they fell asleep the night before after a simple goodnight and how he would have spent hours upon hours just talking to you and muttering about how your eyes are brighter than the sun itself until you fell asleep because he knows you can't fall asleep to silence and no matter how much you pretend you never heard him speak or called him just to listen to him say your name over and over again his voice will always be settled somewhere deep in your heart scarring the path that any other voice you come into contact with will travel across. C.a.l

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-2:16 a.m- emilenn is online hey, are you up? nvm doesn't matter there's so much I need to tell you and at this point it doesn't matter if you're here to listen or not so i'll start off with the heaviest thing i love you and right now im not quite sure what that means but i needed to say it because i don't say it nearly enough next thing on the list is that i miss you so much right now and i dont know if it's the isolation getting to me or what but i miss everything about you your hands and how i was always too nervous to ask if i could hold them because i didnt know where we stood and for some reason something deep inside me thought asking would make you hate me your eyes and the little tears of laughter that would ***** up in them whenever i would do that impression of my old chemistry teacher because your laugh was golden to me and id do anything to hear it again your smile and how you refused to show your teeth cos you hated your braces and how i so badly wanted to pry your lips open with mine because your braces are so **** cute your voice and that raspiness it gets when you laugh too hard for too long and how for some reason i wanted to hug you every time your voice got like that or maybe im just being melodramatic and this is all too much for a conversation at 2 am with a person whos not even here but i need you to know how loved you are because i haven't been told in a long time whether or not people actually care about me and not to **** on your family but i figured it was the same for you so i love you whatever that means emilenn has left

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Jul 23, 2020

Jul 23, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC

Emilenn

I know it's late but I need to talk to you

-2:16 a.m- emilenn is online hey, are you up? nvm doesn't matter there's so much I need to tell you and at this point it doesn't matter if you're here to listen or not so i'll start off with the heaviest thing i love you and right now im not quite sure what that means but i needed to say it because i don't say it nearly enough next thing on the list is that i miss you so much right now and i dont know if it's the isolation getting to me or what but i miss everything about you your hands and how i was always too nervous to ask if i could hold them because i didnt know where we stood and for some reason something deep inside me thought asking would make you hate me your eyes and the little tears of laughter that would ***** up in them whenever i would do that impression of my old chemistry teacher because your laugh was golden to me and id do anything to hear it again your smile and how you refused to show your teeth cos you hated your braces and how i so badly wanted to pry your lips open with mine because your braces are so **** cute your voice and that raspiness it gets when you laugh too hard for too long and how for some reason i wanted to hug you every time your voice got like that or maybe im just being melodramatic and this is all too much for a conversation at 2 am with a person whos not even here but i need you to know how loved you are because i haven't been told in a long time whether or not people actually care about me and not to **** on your family but i figured it was the same for you so i love you whatever that means emilenn has left

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day and night my thoughts are running in circles around you at the break of dawn i recall every minute, every second, every breath, every touch when the sun sets my brain conjures new memories intertwining the real and the imaginery afraid of letting you go completely scared i might forget the pierce of your brown eyes, the intensity of your cologne mixed with the scent of a gin tonic, the food stain on your pink hoodie, the raspiness in your voice when you told me you needed me too i know you have left but does that mean you are really gone?

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC

joyw

are you really gone?

day and night my thoughts are running in circles around you at the break of dawn i recall every minute, every second, every breath, every touch when the sun sets my brain conjures new memories intertwining the real and the imaginery afraid of letting you go completely scared i might forget the pierce of your brown eyes, the intensity of your cologne mixed with the scent of a gin tonic, the food stain on your pink hoodie, the raspiness in your voice when you told me you needed me too i know you have left but does that mean you are really gone?

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