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Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Anonymity

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

ryn

I wish me invisible
I want to disappear
I am but a damsel
Parading in knight's gear

I want to be the unknown
I need to be again a stranger
I wish my secrets not shown
Back to a time when it was clearer

I wish to be a zephyr
I want to be felt not seen
I need to be less of the liar
At least lesser than I have been

I crave the comfort of solitude
I long for the absence of physical contact
I miss the tears that once had ensued
Somehow then I was more intact

I want to be an undetermined star
I need to be unnamed in an uncharted galaxy
I wish to retreat behind my avatar
So you won't see the real me

I wish me invisible
I want to be protected by ambiguity
I need to disappear from this debacle
Into the welcoming arms of anonymity

#anonymity #hellopoetry107

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Beautiful Things Don't Ask for Attention

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Jeanette

Beautiful Things Don't Ask for Attention

The time I first saw Picasso's Blind Man;
there was a loneliness I was unaware
that color, alone, could produce.
Picasso lost his friend & his home,
& I understood why
he mourned for years, in Cobalt blue.

My Mother has kept my Father's last name
for longer than she's known her own.
My father has forgotten who he is so
they hardly speak anymore.
She still carries his torch even knowing
that he may never come home.

I climb the mountains to forget how much
I hate this city.
I watch them from below when I just
want to admire true beauty.
From the bottom, so sacred & somber,
they resemble an elephant sleeping,
surrounded by wild flowers
ready to return home.

this is loosely based on another poem of mine called "mercury in Retrograde?" I will throw them in a collection soon called Empty Home.

#sad #sun #moon #anxiety #nature #art #earth #scary #picasso #beutiful

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Hey there, woah there

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Mirlotta

Hey there, woah there

Hey there, woah there
well I'd just like to
take this fine opportunity
to tell you that I assure you,
my good sir, that I don't
give one-eighth of a
one-hundredth of a
flying ****.

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Done

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

The Girl Who Loves You

Done

There's no soul
I can walk home too
There's no door
Like before
To go through
There's no other side
Not this time
Nothing left to find
Love's gone
No heart to replace
Innocence displaced
Where's there to go?
No where,
From here
To there
To outer space
This maze of life
This absence of love
No more time
No more Rhymes
About hearts
Or finding the one
Death can try
But the love already died
And this reality?
It's done

#love #anger #hate #pain #loss #time #rhyme #done #hellopoetry107 #happyfuckingvalentinesday

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

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Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

B

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I knew we
weren't meant to be
when it hurt more
to tell you
I loved you
than to think about
what it would be like
if I lost you.*

B.S.

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

If Depression was...

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Abigail Hadsall

If Depression was...

If Depression was a color,
It would be Black
As Black as a Midnight Sky.
If Depression was a taste
It would be just like Tears.
If Depression was a feeling
It would be as Bad as a Downing But Alive.
If Depression was a smell
It would be Like choking as a Puff of smoke.
If Depression was a sound,
It would be As slient as a The dead of night.

#sad #depression #life #depressed #alone #black #feeling #emotions #gone #calm

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Hypothetically Yours

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Christos Andreas Kourtis

Hypothetically Yours

Hypothetically where my poems come from
as I am an Ophelia to my art of words
this glorious obsession will **** me
yet, what a wonderful way to die

I will play Russian roulette with death
till I have nothing left to write
all through my darkest days
and all through the cold nights

I will play the Angel, the Fool
I will even play it sometimes cool
just remember this
I do this all for you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Stupid poem, stupid me, handicapped heart of mine (do you even care?)

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Lucia Artly

Stupid poem, stupid me, handicapped heart of mine (do you even care?)

Where are you?
I don't feel you.

You are in another place,
in another love?
I don't find you.

Maybe is my fault,
Maybe you are busy...

Maybe (sure) this isn't a poem,
but i wish that it could be,
Because i feel so bad,
That i write stupid poems
(bad as my state of heart)

I did nothing wrong,
You did nothing wrong,
But this feeling is so wrong...

Take me back to you,
I promise I'll be happy
and you will be too.

My Darling.

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

I cannot write a love poem, anymore.

Feb 2015 Nan Trapp Messer

Empty Perspective

I cannot write a love poem, anymore.

I cannot write a love poem, anymore.
Since you are gone, leaving the heart in emptiness
In places where clouds covering the moon,
My soul is also present.
Solitude of nothingness.

Do tell me, my love, how to stop the tears,
To see the sea full of pearls,
To reach the colours of spring flowers,
Because, a lifetime without you, I melt down.
I can no longer find my words to my poems,
And the rest will dissolve, in pieces of time and space.