AcStorm - Hello Poetry

I am not you, and you are not me But I at least deserve respect, you see My body is my own, my boundaries are too Why am I punished for upholding the two? Who made you the boss Who made you think you were king Who made you think everything you wanted Was yours for the taking Now I’m the ***** now I’m the tease All because I offered you kindness And you took it as an offering of me My anger fuels me But not for the better I’m closed off, I’m quiet and overly aggressive I don’t know when peace will meet me again And haven’t slept well since the incident I hope you are happy with yourself Because I haven’t hated me more Sometimes all I can do is Lay crying on the cold floor Hoping the tears draw out the pain That’s held me captive, since that night you became A bottomless pit, a toxic drain

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Oct 22, 2020

Oct 22, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC

Neighbor’s Assault

I am not you, and you are not me But I at least deserve respect, you see My body is my own, my boundaries are too Why am I punished for upholding the two? Who made you the boss Who made you think you were king Who made you think everything you wanted Was yours for the taking Now I’m the ***** now I’m the tease All because I offered you kindness And you took it as an offering of me My anger fuels me But not for the better I’m closed off, I’m quiet and overly aggressive I don’t know when peace will meet me again And haven’t slept well since the incident I hope you are happy with yourself Because I haven’t hated me more Sometimes all I can do is Lay crying on the cold floor Hoping the tears draw out the pain That’s held me captive, since that night you became A bottomless pit, a toxic drain

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The complexity of the human mind is amazing Dreams and sleep ignite deep fascination Explosions of neurons rehabilitating our minds and bodies. Dreams please us, terrify us, rejuvenate us, leave us restless. My relationship with sleep has been complicated since I was a teen I experience sleep paralysis accompanied by demented hallucinations. But last night I had the most comforting dream It alleviated the pain I’ve been feeling recently I’m not sure who to thank If it’s myself or a friend I lost but it was brought to me at the most Perfect time, and it’s helped me understand Why some people believe in angels.

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Oct 20, 2020

Oct 20, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC

A visitor

The complexity of the human mind is amazing Dreams and sleep ignite deep fascination Explosions of neurons rehabilitating our minds and bodies. Dreams please us, terrify us, rejuvenate us, leave us restless. My relationship with sleep has been complicated since I was a teen I experience sleep paralysis accompanied by demented hallucinations. But last night I had the most comforting dream It alleviated the pain I’ve been feeling recently I’m not sure who to thank If it’s myself or a friend I lost but it was brought to me at the most Perfect time, and it’s helped me understand Why some people believe in angels.

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I remember being a young girl at the pool Playing this game with myself Where I would float on my back Belly, face, and palms to the sun I’d see how still I could be And once I was as still as I felt was possible I’d exhale and feel myself sink Almost close enough to where my nose was underwater Just before the moment where air meets water I’d breathe in as deep as I could manage And feel myself rise again Back to the surface Back to safety Sometimes I still do that Maybe you do too Just in a different way

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC

Swimming Pools

I remember being a young girl at the pool Playing this game with myself Where I would float on my back Belly, face, and palms to the sun I’d see how still I could be And once I was as still as I felt was possible I’d exhale and feel myself sink Almost close enough to where my nose was underwater Just before the moment where air meets water I’d breathe in as deep as I could manage And feel myself rise again Back to the surface Back to safety Sometimes I still do that Maybe you do too Just in a different way

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Sometimes the place we turn to when we aren’t exactly sure who we are or what we want, is the place that is always the same. At least in some way. Usually just the location. And that place speaks to us because We’ve been there when we were so sure about who we were and where we wanted to be, the first time we ever went. And somehow that place stays in the same spot and feels so comfortable and somehow brand new each time Because we are always different And always wanting to be and see something new But just for a moment in that same place We see exactly who we truly are And to me. That’s something.

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Nov 27, 2019

Nov 27, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC

Same place

Sometimes the place we turn to when we aren’t exactly sure who we are or what we want, is the place that is always the same. At least in some way. Usually just the location. And that place speaks to us because We’ve been there when we were so sure about who we were and where we wanted to be, the first time we ever went. And somehow that place stays in the same spot and feels so comfortable and somehow brand new each time Because we are always different And always wanting to be and see something new But just for a moment in that same place We see exactly who we truly are And to me. That’s something.

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I can almost feel the ground shaking As old ways begin to fall into the abyss And the new finds itself sifting through the cracks, down into And through me What was will never be again And I feel it tugging on my heart strings Pulling and pulling, just to see how flexible they really are Thinking maybe if they tug just gently enough they won’t eventually snap But they always do We have a way of forgetting that all things come to an end And when they do All we have left is a memory and maybe a tear or two.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC

Just afraid of change

I can almost feel the ground shaking As old ways begin to fall into the abyss And the new finds itself sifting through the cracks, down into And through me What was will never be again And I feel it tugging on my heart strings Pulling and pulling, just to see how flexible they really are Thinking maybe if they tug just gently enough they won’t eventually snap But they always do We have a way of forgetting that all things come to an end And when they do All we have left is a memory and maybe a tear or two.

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You want my body and I just want some of your time But you have none to give and its left me in a Bind Feeling trapped in myself and can’t unwind. So I push myself so hard trying to use the grind, as some sort of outlet, but let me tell you- it’s just not enough Lights on Lights off Lights out I’m out, of my mind, out of reasons to continue to live on- this way Way out Out there somewhere I’ll find the time to bring myself back down to Where I can love And still be mine.

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May 21, 2019

May 21, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC

Millennials Dilemma

You want my body and I just want some of your time But you have none to give and its left me in a Bind Feeling trapped in myself and can’t unwind. So I push myself so hard trying to use the grind, as some sort of outlet, but let me tell you- it’s just not enough Lights on Lights off Lights out I’m out, of my mind, out of reasons to continue to live on- this way Way out Out there somewhere I’ll find the time to bring myself back down to Where I can love And still be mine.

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My heart bleeds of circumstance Indecision and slight chance. Life is chaos, be nice.

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Mar 11, 2018

Mar 11, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC

Compassion in Chaos

My heart bleeds of circumstance Indecision and slight chance. Life is chaos, be nice.

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How can you not see That you are the root of your Toxicity How can you not understand That when you put a monetary value Before anything else You become the sum value of exploitation Itself.

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Mar 11, 2018

Mar 11, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC

Capitalistic Value

How can you not see That you are the root of your Toxicity How can you not understand That when you put a monetary value Before anything else You become the sum value of exploitation Itself.

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I'm in love with the fleeting As it's never present long enough To become all consumed in The wind The rain The sun Always present But never lasts It's these things I find myself A fleeting moment in time Constantly fading In and out

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Mar 11, 2018

Mar 11, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC

Fleeting Fast

I'm in love with the fleeting As it's never present long enough To become all consumed in The wind The rain The sun Always present But never lasts It's these things I find myself A fleeting moment in time Constantly fading In and out

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Everything is fleeting, everything is fast Live for each moment because it can never last One moment you’re living The next you’re decaying Consciousness floating back into space Be present, be kind Nothing we have is really ours We’re on borrowed time, borrowed love, borrowed things, borrowed bodies, borrowed thoughts, borrowed death. Leave no space for hate to fester As you never know what someone had to borrow. It’s easy to be anxious, but it’s quite unecessary That was borrowed too.

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC

Ephemeral Living

Everything is fleeting, everything is fast Live for each moment because it can never last One moment you’re living The next you’re decaying Consciousness floating back into space Be present, be kind Nothing we have is really ours We’re on borrowed time, borrowed love, borrowed things, borrowed bodies, borrowed thoughts, borrowed death. Leave no space for hate to fester As you never know what someone had to borrow. It’s easy to be anxious, but it’s quite unecessary That was borrowed too.

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