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0uts1der
20/F/Norway With my poetry, I want to wake feelings in readers. I write my heart out. I search, with my poetry, to find people who can relate. I want people to see, that they are not alone. With my poetry, I want to make a difference.
Stripped, to the flesh. Gnawed, till there's nothing left; but bones. Buried 6 feet under, like a cliche, I lay; forgotten, by my own consciousness. Dead, but still roaming; only a shell, of the former self. Haunting, screeching voices echo; pleading mercy, past peripheral vision. Desperate to be heard, yearning to embody. Lost in translation, misunderstood, and dreaded. Stuck in limbo, with no suffrage. Out of presence. Still, real. Seeking, a chance at revival.
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 11:49 AM UTC
the art of fawning
it is so ******* dumb to keep going back and back again to the things that hurts us most yet we find roads back and back again to whatever hurt because it is better to be hurt than alone
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Back
Pain used to inspire me to write. Words would flow easily through my fingers, substituting my tears. I used to draw my pain. I painted my canvas with feelings, and emotions, that words could not express. If things started to feel hopeless, music was my saviour. I would write lyrics, amplifying the words with sad tunes, spilling my deepest, darkest thoughts. But now, the pain is so strong, it is all I can think of. My thighs are covered in scars, from when the pain got so bad, that I needed to bleed it out. Now, I realize, that I have drained myself. There´s no tears, no words, no paint, no blood left, to spill.
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Suicide note
You stab me in the back. And then you beg for forgiveness. And I forgive, but I never forget. Cause if you look closely, you will see, all the scars from before. Down on your knees, you´re so sorry. Begging, for forgiveness. As you mistake my kindness for weakness, you stab, again and again. Until you think, that you need not ask, for me to forgive. And this is when I know, that you´re not worth my while. As my wounds heal, I become stronger. While you, grow weak.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
forgiveness is strenght
I wear my heart on my sleeves. As in the cuts that bleed. Where everyone can see that I´m damaged. How I´m broken, ruined, to pieces. One can never fully recover. As my cuts turn to scars, my sleeves will still, never be the same. As the same for my heart.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
I wear my heart on my sleeves
My pulse is raising. Sweat appears in my palms. My fingertips are turning ice cold. And so, follows the rest of my body. I keep asking myself why? But I can never seem to settle on a proper answer. It´s an unlike pain, that doesn´t physically hurt. An immense trembling that touches every nerve, of my wrecked system. It´s something that I can never understand. I cannot quite grasp, what my body is trying to tell me. Involuntarily, I´m forcing myself to insanity.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 6:41 AM UTC
Angst
We do as society wants us to. Whatever it takes just to fit in. What happened to freedom of speech? And our right to express ourselves? By law, you´re allowed. But still, society keeps a tight grip around our necks. Like puppets, we are controlled, into becoming as one. Instead of our own.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
Free?
I wanted you. But not in a sugary way. I didn’t want the holding hands, or the sweet kisses in public. The fancy restaurant dinners, or the flowers on valentine’s day. You see, there´s a different between lust, and love. I didn’t think that I needed you. Not in that intimate, warm, comforting way. But on those days, when loneliness creeps upon me, I feel your absence. I nearly got a taste of you. But you slipped like sand through my fingers. And now, I think, I might have wanted you a lot more, than I thought I did.
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Want
My head tackled down, viewing at the ground. I dare not lift my expression, as your eyes may meet mine. It´s not that you don’t catch my interest. Have faith in me when I say this. But my eyes are the window to my soul. I´m scared to show you, how badly I am wounded. One look at me, and you will see, that I am damaged. I am broken, and I am torn. Ripped from joy, from happiness and from pleasure. Your look pierce through my senses. I tremble, with every single nerve in my body. Frightened, that you might see who I really am. It hurts me to expose all these wounds, that I attempt so desperately to stitch. I try, but I am too fearful to display myself so openly. The wall of protection that I have built for myself is withering. Lay your eyes on mine, and I will crumble. For I have been strong for too long. One taste of intimacy, has me uncluttered, like the work of a world-famous artist, exhibited for everyone to see. And that, I am not ready for.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
Unveiled
The force of his look, swept my mind for consciousness. His sweet touch made my soul tremble. Caressing my skin with his poisonous tongue that drove me to madness. The whisperers of empty promises, that I believed. Lingering in the air, even after he´s gone. I´d die for many loved ones. But for you, I´d live. You captivated my soul, then ran away with it. Could I please have it back? Since I no longer can have you.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
Captivating