a little sphere in space   
in a committed relationship with nothingness
in a committed relationship with nothingness
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Mar 18

The sky seems to yawn a bit herself,
the fading blue of her soul hinting at a new day
one she is not ready for.
Outside the moon is slipping away
saying goodbye to the 6 am blanket he hides behind
one he often finds comfort in.

It is a March morning yet snow decorates the trees,
time has all but been destroyed
and the sadness of winter has become a guest overstaying their visit.
Branches slink with the fatigue of an exhausted patient,
and the birds songs are tinged with melancholy tunes
ones they are growing used to.

Every March morning the sky seems to take a deep breath
whispering out to the plants and deer,
I'm still here
Every March evening, the moon gets a bit shyer
knowing it's time to go,
but desperate to stay, a soul so dire.

The sky seems to yawn a lot lately
her restless body struggling to exist for time
time she does not have.

as always my poem makes no sense
it's been so long
happy "spring"
#self   #sadness   #nature   #winter   #sky   #me   #earth   #spring   #reflection   #march  
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Feb 12

i have often found february to be
the saddest month.
always lagging a bit behind everyone else
with its evenings more somber,
days slightly softer.
february mornings linger on
with echoes of loneliness
and promises of sorrow,
and its nights are the same
with whispers of nostalgia
and the sky releasing sighs.
february snow is slower than december's
and icier than january's
it feels the weight of closure and impatience
as the environment desperately awaits warmth.
february has always been the saddest month,
and how could it not be?
it always comes second,
and is only met with excitement for its passing.
february is bad news and heartbreak,
shivering shoulders
and sinking souls.
i have often found february to be
a bit like me.

winter blues
who am i kidding
all year round blues
hope everyones doing ok
#sad   #depression   #lonely   #winter   #me   #nostalgia   #personal   #blues   #february  
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Dec 27, 2016

we argued a lot about colors
the violets under my eyes gave you anxiety
the red on your hands made me scared
even our home was set up for sadness.

blue, blue, blue
the paint on the walls was chipping
the house was old and dusty
but all i saw was blue, blue, blue

the blue was soft and springlike in my eyes
with cracks telling stories
and dust holding histories secrets
all i saw was goodness.

grey.
there was a lingering emptiness in the air
dragging on with the silence of past dreams
all you saw was grey, grey, grey.

the grey was pathetic and sad to you
the weight of loneliness was suffocating
and the creaky floorboards were burdening
all you saw was abandonment

maybe our different colors should have
meant something more to me
maybe my blue wasn't good enough
not good enough to cover the cracks

maybe your grey's should have
told me something
maybe your grey was solid
steady, not wanting any touch ups

maybe you saw blue, blue, blue
a bright sky, when you left-
because all I saw was grey, grey, grey
when the house fell apart
and we went with it.

sorry for being a pathetic title giver lol. what kinda poet can't even name her poems?
#love   #lonely   #sadness   #end   #romance   #him   #colors   #blues   #disagreement   #greys  
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Dec 23, 2016

the name of this curse bestowed upon me
the one that tips the meter
too far this way
too far that way
and never in my favor.

the reasoning behind those crumpled up suicide notes
and those rotting unsent love letters on my desk
the ones that sing of death every time pain arrives
and the ones that scream at me of love
whenever he smiles

about what i did to have it this way
where my heart is never at ease
unless being completely destroyed
or totally attached
and never content with the middle.

tell me the cure to this illness
of always loving others too strongly
and never loving myself enough
the one thats burning my lungs
and sabotaging my nervous system

tell me
it'll be okay

it's a bit frustrating
#love   #lonely   #pain   #sadness   #destroy   #him   #me   #unrequited   #absolute   #extremities  
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Dec 21, 2016

I am carrying a broken soul within an already fragile body
and have become a glass on the edge of a table.
My bones are breaking and aching,
my eyes are decorated with tragic blue circles
holding the depth of the ocean and the fatigue of God.
My cheeks are sinking like a weak ship
and I feel like the skeleton in my old biology classroom.
I am a "Warning: Proceed with Caution" sign,
possessing the angst of a 90's teen and the weariness of Caesar.
I can no longer romanticize my sadness, its burden is too big for beauty. Everyone around me is a masterpiece
and I am the drops of paint fallen on a smock,
I am a drop of water and
everyone else is a sea of their own.
I can no longer hope for bandaids or pills,
i am what i've become

learning to accept it
#depression   #life   #lonely   #sadness   #death   #me   #angst   #insomnia   #sleepy   #fatigue  
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Dec 19, 2016

last night,
the old Virginian streets cried out to me
in the lingering raindrops
settling ever so gently on the
cracking ground beneath my feet

last night,
a little boy in the ice cream shop
laughed like nothing else mattered
with a glint in his eye
and a pang in my heart

a street musician played a classic
as an elderly couple danced
like time didn't exist
ignoring the clouds
and my lonely gaze

last night,
the sorrowful Virginian sky
whispered a secret to me
with the raindrops cool embrace,
sometimes, it's okay to cry

the air is always a bit sweeter, a touch kinder, when it's raining
#lonely   #sadness   #tears   #crying   #nature   #sorrow   #sky   #virginia  
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Dec 10, 2016

the nurse asks how often i've been taking my dose
i don't tell her i haven't opened the packaging
but she can tell by the lavenders under my eyes
and the faint sobs of my lungs

did you eat today?
my mom wants me to gain weight
i don't say no, not yesterday, either
but all these bones are getting hard to hide

the doctor asks why i don't take care of myself,
everyone is asking why, if, did you
nobody asks
if i even want to get better

because maybe i like how it's hard to breath
and how i'm starting to get dizzy all the time
maybe,
i've gotten to used to this pain

perhaps,
this is the one source of consistency i've got
and i'm clinging on to it
because familiarity is something i need

my doctor asks me if i want to live
i don't tell him,
i don't know
what that means.

hmph
 
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