"untidiness" poems - Hello Poetry

eyelashes laden with snowflakes, heavy already with tear drops, frozen stains of red around, heavy breath, still and sound, whistling breeze, no summer trees, where waters freeze, and cold are keys, no bumble bees over humble pies, everything dry, everything white, frozen and still her dainty eyes, don't look at her, for she might smile, at your hopelessness, your untidiness, at your fate of dire unrest, and when you look into her eyes, you'll feel the pain she went through, and your hand might tremble before you break her into pieces, with that axe in your hands, why are you scared now that you've already killed her? yes I know,the regret, and her soulful stare that might end up taking away your entire life..

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC

nivedaamber

your mistake...

eyelashes laden with snowflakes, heavy already with tear drops, frozen stains of red around, heavy breath, still and sound, whistling breeze, no summer trees, where waters freeze, and cold are keys, no bumble bees over humble pies, everything dry, everything white, frozen and still her dainty eyes, don't look at her, for she might smile, at your hopelessness, your untidiness, at your fate of dire unrest, and when you look into her eyes, you'll feel the pain she went through, and your hand might tremble before you break her into pieces, with that axe in your hands, why are you scared now that you've already killed her? yes I know,the regret, and her soulful stare that might end up taking away your entire life..

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I will take my time as I unravel the binds That you laced around your figure, My fingers handling the intricate knots with care, And I will be attentive to every truss, Making sure I get each one undone. Slowly, you will disentangle from the Untidiness that restricts and I will witness The birth of your galaxies as you finally Take a step out of your restraints. You are my work of art, My beautiful silhouette of an angel that Was trapped far too long by the weight Of the world that you encompassed. I knew all along what lay beneath the cocoon That you sheltered yourself in and, As you take your first step with no hindrances, I watch as you blossom into radiant colors, Abstract light that brightens your face And reveals your true essence. I know in that moment, That you are the most stunning butterfly I have ever come across and Every knot untied Was worth it.

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Aug 16, 2016

Aug 16, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC

Devourthegalaxy

the butterfly effect

I will take my time as I unravel the binds That you laced around your figure, My fingers handling the intricate knots with care, And I will be attentive to every truss, Making sure I get each one undone. Slowly, you will disentangle from the Untidiness that restricts and I will witness The birth of your galaxies as you finally Take a step out of your restraints. You are my work of art, My beautiful silhouette of an angel that Was trapped far too long by the weight Of the world that you encompassed. I knew all along what lay beneath the cocoon That you sheltered yourself in and, As you take your first step with no hindrances, I watch as you blossom into radiant colors, Abstract light that brightens your face And reveals your true essence. I know in that moment, That you are the most stunning butterfly I have ever come across and Every knot untied Was worth it.

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All the changes I've made are not making a change. Taking things out of one box putting them in another throwing away things that used to mean something. Moving furniture. Looking at old pictures, reminiscing. Longing for something, but what I don't know. It's weird to sleep without you tonight. I'll open the window because you like it that way. But when I stretch out my cold feet, to find you, you're not there. But the mess on my floor is looming at me, and it tells you to go away until all is straightened, organized, clean my obsessive tendencies in every aspect of my life. I should be sleeping now, but the untidiness is keeping me awake. And, you're not here to tell me to let it go. Sometimes I need you like that. Obsessive, organized chaos. I clean like I need you, my obsessions. And I'm sorry for that.

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Sep 15, 2010

Sep 15, 2010 at 8:34 PM UTC

alyson-lori-samson

Obsessive Compulsive

All the changes I've made are not making a change. Taking things out of one box putting them in another throwing away things that used to mean something. Moving furniture. Looking at old pictures, reminiscing. Longing for something, but what I don't know. It's weird to sleep without you tonight. I'll open the window because you like it that way. But when I stretch out my cold feet, to find you, you're not there. But the mess on my floor is looming at me, and it tells you to go away until all is straightened, organized, clean my obsessive tendencies in every aspect of my life. I should be sleeping now, but the untidiness is keeping me awake. And, you're not here to tell me to let it go. Sometimes I need you like that. Obsessive, organized chaos. I clean like I need you, my obsessions. And I'm sorry for that.

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I know of the nights you were afraid of the moon. You’ve told me how when you were a child you run from it because it was chasing you. But you’ve grown to learn that being afraid of the moon is like being afraid of your own shadow. I know of the nights that it still haunts you, though. I know of the nights when you prefer to stay under a roof than to go outside and see the wide, night sky Because you see, I know of the nights that you despised the moon for being too proud Outshining the numerous stars that are giving all they got, even their life, just to catch our attention. You said that one day she’ll come and get you. That the tin roof above you would no longer be enough to hide you from her piercing eyes and one day she’ll finally come and get you. That one day, she’ll outshine you too. I remember that night when you told me you couldn’t answer my call because You were too busy silencing the craters of the moon crashing in your room. And I believed you. I believed you for you always liked the darkness of your room. You always liked the clutter of your ***** laundry overflowing its basket, the crumpled papers of what you call “trash poetry” mixing up with wrappers of chocolates and coffee powder and your ***** laundry and --- You always liked to curl up in your tiny bed, not minding its untidiness because you never had the strength to fix it this morning. I always wanted to tell you that I should be the one to say sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry that the only thing I could give you is a call. I’m sorry I couldn’t even open your windows and tell you that the moon is already gone, and the sun is already shining bright and the world is waiting for you. You, little son of the sun, should not stay in the dark. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of the dark. But I wish I could tell you that you were made to outshine the moon and everything else. You were made to turn night to day. I have too many wishes, too many words I wish I could tell you Like how it is not your fault It was never your fault and never going to be your fault That we are but a speck of dust, a mere human that destiny is not something we can overpower Well, we might move it a little if we struggle a bit harder But some circumstances can just happen out of nowhere. I wish I was more talkative so I could’ve silenced the whispers I wish my voice was enough to silence the whispers I could’ve screamed to the top of my lungs or even higher Just to save you from falling too deep and drowning under your covers. But we are nothing but a moon apart, never meant for each other right from the start Yet with this time I got I hope you’d let me stay and fight To become stronger, to become better, not only to save myself but to save you from this dark night For you, my mighty knight, is worth saving too. No, you are not merely worth saving but worth loving, worth keeping, worthy of everything that this night is hiding And you deserve that. So with this time I got I hope you’d keep me inside your heart so you will float And I could dive under your covers to save you Or I could climb to your roof to cover you Keep the craters of the moon from hitting you. And not let the moon overshadow you until you learn to put her brightness to shame.

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC

kimohtherapy

Ta(tsuki)te

I know of the nights you were afraid of the moon. You’ve told me how when you were a child you run from it because it was chasing you. But you’ve grown to learn that being afraid of the moon is like being afraid of your own shadow. I know of the nights that it still haunts you, though. I know of the nights when you prefer to stay under a roof than to go outside and see the wide, night sky Because you see, I know of the nights that you despised the moon for being too proud Outshining the numerous stars that are giving all they got, even their life, just to catch our attention. You said that one day she’ll come and get you. That the tin roof above you would no longer be enough to hide you from her piercing eyes and one day she’ll finally come and get you. That one day, she’ll outshine you too. I remember that night when you told me you couldn’t answer my call because You were too busy silencing the craters of the moon crashing in your room. And I believed you. I believed you for you always liked the darkness of your room. You always liked the clutter of your ***** laundry overflowing its basket, the crumpled papers of what you call “trash poetry” mixing up with wrappers of chocolates and coffee powder and your ***** laundry and --- You always liked to curl up in your tiny bed, not minding its untidiness because you never had the strength to fix it this morning. I always wanted to tell you that I should be the one to say sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry that the only thing I could give you is a call. I’m sorry I couldn’t even open your windows and tell you that the moon is already gone, and the sun is already shining bright and the world is waiting for you. You, little son of the sun, should not stay in the dark. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out of the dark. But I wish I could tell you that you were made to outshine the moon and everything else. You were made to turn night to day. I have too many wishes, too many words I wish I could tell you Like how it is not your fault It was never your fault and never going to be your fault That we are but a speck of dust, a mere human that destiny is not something we can overpower Well, we might move it a little if we struggle a bit harder But some circumstances can just happen out of nowhere. I wish I was more talkative so I could’ve silenced the whispers I wish my voice was enough to silence the whispers I could’ve screamed to the top of my lungs or even higher Just to save you from falling too deep and drowning under your covers. But we are nothing but a moon apart, never meant for each other right from the start Yet with this time I got I hope you’d let me stay and fight To become stronger, to become better, not only to save myself but to save you from this dark night For you, my mighty knight, is worth saving too. No, you are not merely worth saving but worth loving, worth keeping, worthy of everything that this night is hiding And you deserve that. So with this time I got I hope you’d keep me inside your heart so you will float And I could dive under your covers to save you Or I could climb to your roof to cover you Keep the craters of the moon from hitting you. And not let the moon overshadow you until you learn to put her brightness to shame.

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My son absconded with Half of the sandpit In his sneakers It happened to hide Until it was safely inside And, even then, it waited To spread all over Freshly scrubbed floors (Sand is diabolical, You should know) I would happily Return the mess But at the time It seemed best To clean up Before it progressed (sand craves to spread untidiness) I can further attest That this latest theft Was unintentional And this confession Unnecessary but Sometimes it feels good To confess something Less outrageous than The darkest of truths NCL August 2019

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC

Sheloveswords

I must confess

My son absconded with Half of the sandpit In his sneakers It happened to hide Until it was safely inside And, even then, it waited To spread all over Freshly scrubbed floors (Sand is diabolical, You should know) I would happily Return the mess But at the time It seemed best To clean up Before it progressed (sand craves to spread untidiness) I can further attest That this latest theft Was unintentional And this confession Unnecessary but Sometimes it feels good To confess something Less outrageous than The darkest of truths NCL August 2019

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I wish we could be alone more Yiska said we sat looking across the playing field school in the distance modern building glass and brick and concrete me too I said the sun allowed us this if it had rained we would not have been here sitting on the field we'd be stuck inside the hall kicking our heels or classrooms doing puzzles or games in boxes boys kicked ***** girls sat talking in groups loud laughter there are always eyes out here she said tongues wag gossip starts I dreamed of you last night I said I dreamed we were alone in my room side by side in my bed I wish I shared that dream she said I dreamed of my mother and her low mood and her moaning about my room and the untidiness and she jabbing my back with each word some boy scored a goal between coats on the field and boys yelled what did we do? she asked leaning closer when? I said in your dream she said I don't know I said I woke up and left the dream in my head.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC

terry-collett

I WISH SHE SAID.

I wish we could be alone more Yiska said we sat looking across the playing field school in the distance modern building glass and brick and concrete me too I said the sun allowed us this if it had rained we would not have been here sitting on the field we'd be stuck inside the hall kicking our heels or classrooms doing puzzles or games in boxes boys kicked ***** girls sat talking in groups loud laughter there are always eyes out here she said tongues wag gossip starts I dreamed of you last night I said I dreamed we were alone in my room side by side in my bed I wish I shared that dream she said I dreamed of my mother and her low mood and her moaning about my room and the untidiness and she jabbing my back with each word some boy scored a goal between coats on the field and boys yelled what did we do? she asked leaning closer when? I said in your dream she said I don't know I said I woke up and left the dream in my head.

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That was the night I dreamed of Yiska and she met me at the back of the cottage by the woods and it seemed summer it was warm birds sang and flowers were showing off their colour and perfume and she stood there and smiled and said I made it here what do you think? good to see you I said and it was and I ran to her before she could disappear as they do in dreams and she kissed me and it felt real and warm and arousing and we walked into the woods and she talked about her mother's depression and how her mother moaned about the untidiness of her room I thought yes she is here and I reached for her hand and held it and felt with my thumb her skin it felt pulsing and alive and she talked more but I wasn't listening I was trying to feel her hand deeper more alive than most dreams and then we stopped and we were by the big pond and she said let's go swim let's go swim **** naked and I thought I can't swim I’ll drown and woke up and pulled the warm blanket down.

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC

terry-collett

DREAM OF.

That was the night I dreamed of Yiska and she met me at the back of the cottage by the woods and it seemed summer it was warm birds sang and flowers were showing off their colour and perfume and she stood there and smiled and said I made it here what do you think? good to see you I said and it was and I ran to her before she could disappear as they do in dreams and she kissed me and it felt real and warm and arousing and we walked into the woods and she talked about her mother's depression and how her mother moaned about the untidiness of her room I thought yes she is here and I reached for her hand and held it and felt with my thumb her skin it felt pulsing and alive and she talked more but I wasn't listening I was trying to feel her hand deeper more alive than most dreams and then we stopped and we were by the big pond and she said let's go swim let's go swim **** naked and I thought I can't swim I’ll drown and woke up and pulled the warm blanket down.

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