"seens" poems - Hello Poetry

Dear Diary, It seens that I appear to be stuck in my own mind. Trapped perhaps, in this horrible thought process of mine. Been locked up in a cage of hatred towards myself. What was it that I had done for a concequence like this one? Seeking answers never given. Searching for clues never placed. But like a maze, found a reason to keep walking till freedom was found at last. But no, not in this case. Yes I did find the exit to this maze and I had a reason to do so. However freedom was not a reward. It was much more than that. It was an answer to all that had been questioned. An answer to a prayer laid to rest. A message in a bottle reached me, as it was read a smile drawn upon my face. No smile had meant more than the one drawn that instant. Drawn, in fact, by an artist himself. Never had I called myself to bear such beautiful smile but he, had drawn it with the hands of an artist a genious. An artist whose canvas was a human body, the skin of those who craved that sting in return for a memory. A work of art. This artist managed to draw the most incredible smile upon my face that I had ever laid eyes on. Impressive I must admit. But how was said artist capable of this? With words painted in the back of my mind as he spoke, bursts of joy flew. An artist who once loved this selfish being and who had permanently drawn her name on his own personal canvas with a beating heart. An artist she calls superman. -Kathia Mariana Landeros

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

kathia-mariana-landeros

The Artist

Dear Diary, It seens that I appear to be stuck in my own mind. Trapped perhaps, in this horrible thought process of mine. Been locked up in a cage of hatred towards myself. What was it that I had done for a concequence like this one? Seeking answers never given. Searching for clues never placed. But like a maze, found a reason to keep walking till freedom was found at last. But no, not in this case. Yes I did find the exit to this maze and I had a reason to do so. However freedom was not a reward. It was much more than that. It was an answer to all that had been questioned. An answer to a prayer laid to rest. A message in a bottle reached me, as it was read a smile drawn upon my face. No smile had meant more than the one drawn that instant. Drawn, in fact, by an artist himself. Never had I called myself to bear such beautiful smile but he, had drawn it with the hands of an artist a genious. An artist whose canvas was a human body, the skin of those who craved that sting in return for a memory. A work of art. This artist managed to draw the most incredible smile upon my face that I had ever laid eyes on. Impressive I must admit. But how was said artist capable of this? With words painted in the back of my mind as he spoke, bursts of joy flew. An artist who once loved this selfish being and who had permanently drawn her name on his own personal canvas with a beating heart. An artist she calls superman. -Kathia Mariana Landeros

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Tired. I had been able to close my eyes for a bit and even went as far as letting the blanket of black envelop me. Strangely, it had held me like no one didn't. In short, I was alone. But this time, content with being so: I could finally enjoy the voice inside my head. And then tomorrow, once a concept that didn't exist, existed once again. Then my chest began to hurt. Exam sadness was setting in. It was thus the time to write insincere essays and meaningless equations. All for a certificate that will say I am qualified for something. For what, I do not know. All I know that I was once able to smile...not too long ago. I said goodbye to my blanket of black and said hello to my gentle heart attack. And afterwards I logged onto more emptiness on a screen: dreams and seens. I didn't, I don't, understand anything yet. All I know is that I am suddenly not a child anymore.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC

tawandamulalu

Not a Poem I.

Tired. I had been able to close my eyes for a bit and even went as far as letting the blanket of black envelop me. Strangely, it had held me like no one didn't. In short, I was alone. But this time, content with being so: I could finally enjoy the voice inside my head. And then tomorrow, once a concept that didn't exist, existed once again. Then my chest began to hurt. Exam sadness was setting in. It was thus the time to write insincere essays and meaningless equations. All for a certificate that will say I am qualified for something. For what, I do not know. All I know that I was once able to smile...not too long ago. I said goodbye to my blanket of black and said hello to my gentle heart attack. And afterwards I logged onto more emptiness on a screen: dreams and seens. I didn't, I don't, understand anything yet. All I know is that I am suddenly not a child anymore.

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If it takes 11 messages To get 10 "seens" Picking up your phone 9 times Talking to 8 friends With 7 telling you to forget it But 6 thoughts run in your head And 5 are pretty good ones I'd think 4 words Regret it maybe 3 times But after 2 deep breaths I'd take that 1 good chance And say, "Maybe we could work" And by "we," I meant the 2 of us. We'll count to 3, and the we'll be Happier and louder than the 4th of July. Our hands meet; ten fingers become 5, After 6, the sky is bleak But we have 7 more hours to sleep. By 8, we have coffee and conversation And you leave me after 9 train stations I ride alone for 10 more minutes You've already left 11 new messages I called you and you pick up at the 12th ring I said, "come home," and I hear you crying So maybe we go round gain Here and there, tying knots and ends For if a countdown ever would be I wish the best for you and me Because numbers are there So things may seem fair But truth is, no matter the stage It is with you I'd like to age

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC

TheModernHippie

Numbers

If it takes 11 messages To get 10 "seens" Picking up your phone 9 times Talking to 8 friends With 7 telling you to forget it But 6 thoughts run in your head And 5 are pretty good ones I'd think 4 words Regret it maybe 3 times But after 2 deep breaths I'd take that 1 good chance And say, "Maybe we could work" And by "we," I meant the 2 of us. We'll count to 3, and the we'll be Happier and louder than the 4th of July. Our hands meet; ten fingers become 5, After 6, the sky is bleak But we have 7 more hours to sleep. By 8, we have coffee and conversation And you leave me after 9 train stations I ride alone for 10 more minutes You've already left 11 new messages I called you and you pick up at the 12th ring I said, "come home," and I hear you crying So maybe we go round gain Here and there, tying knots and ends For if a countdown ever would be I wish the best for you and me Because numbers are there So things may seem fair But truth is, no matter the stage It is with you I'd like to age

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A winter's day on a Cold snowy November Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers Falling to the ground sticking Like glue winter has slowly arrived And bitter coldness in the air Bitter chill and cold winds blowing Grey sky and grim seens Winter has slowly arrived Heavy snow over the hills Once beautiful and green Winter has wreaked havoc And the snow is still falling down Frozen leaves on the ground Winter has arrived cold chill Not a star sparkling in the night sky Everything frozen as you walk by Winter with it's wickedness has Arrived leaving it's beauty in it's path For the whole world to stop and see Beautiful Winter has arrived and everyone Can see.

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Jul 31, 2021

Jul 31, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC

david-p-carroll

Winter Is On It's Way

A winter's day on a Cold snowy November Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers Falling to the ground sticking Like glue winter has slowly arrived And bitter coldness in the air Bitter chill and cold winds blowing Grey sky and grim seens Winter has slowly arrived Heavy snow over the hills Once beautiful and green Winter has wreaked havoc And the snow is still falling down Frozen leaves on the ground Winter has arrived cold chill Not a star sparkling in the night sky Everything frozen as you walk by Winter with it's wickedness has Arrived leaving it's beauty in it's path For the whole world to stop and see Beautiful Winter has arrived and everyone Can see.

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