AgonisinglyArticulate - Hello Poetry

When I saw her I couldn't do anything. I couldn't feel anything. You You stood there with her, caressing her like you did to me. I was told not to watch you anymore. Dont I watch the house everyday from the train. I watch you anyway. Control I sat on my bed, I stayed until I fell asleep but I could still feel the hatred for her even in my dreams. My Over and over I hear her voice Over and over and over Mind The doctor said its only temporary, that I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

YOU DON'T CONTROL ME ANYMORE

When I saw her I couldn't do anything. I couldn't feel anything. You You stood there with her, caressing her like you did to me. I was told not to watch you anymore. Dont I watch the house everyday from the train. I watch you anyway. Control I sat on my bed, I stayed until I fell asleep but I could still feel the hatred for her even in my dreams. My Over and over I hear her voice Over and over and over Mind The doctor said its only temporary, that I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

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Fingertips shaking Heart racing Giggling comes from the corner of His mind, is He really fine? You see, He was never okay because what He did today was not what He did yesterday. He Thought. He didn't Think yesterday He was mindless the other day but not today. He Thought and it tore, it tore His heart more and more until there was nothing left. He never thought He could Think anymore. Not after you. You were all He Thought about so He swore never to Think again. But He did today. He saw your face. He saw it and it made His heart pace. Because even though you drained His soul, He would still save you over the rest of the human race.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC

THOUGHT

Fingertips shaking Heart racing Giggling comes from the corner of His mind, is He really fine? You see, He was never okay because what He did today was not what He did yesterday. He Thought. He didn't Think yesterday He was mindless the other day but not today. He Thought and it tore, it tore His heart more and more until there was nothing left. He never thought He could Think anymore. Not after you. You were all He Thought about so He swore never to Think again. But He did today. He saw your face. He saw it and it made His heart pace. Because even though you drained His soul, He would still save you over the rest of the human race.

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Its 1am again. You run through my mind like wild fire through a flourishing forest. Nausea filling an ocean that is my stomach. I cant feel a thing, head numb, eyes blank. All of this because you didn't call.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC

Withdrawl

Its 1am again. You run through my mind like wild fire through a flourishing forest. Nausea filling an ocean that is my stomach. I cant feel a thing, head numb, eyes blank. All of this because you didn't call.

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I will write my lines like I do my time. I will itch until I bleed just for you. I will fill in the gaps with each patch of my clothing to make sure you're still breathing. Because if you're still breathing, then so am I.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

Devotion

I will write my lines like I do my time. I will itch until I bleed just for you. I will fill in the gaps with each patch of my clothing to make sure you're still breathing. Because if you're still breathing, then so am I.

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He wakes up. He doesn't feel a thing. He leaves for work in a rush. He works with a hush painted across His lips. He is fine. He is okay. He cried today but He is okay I assure you. He drinks His pain. He swallows His pride. He is fine. He is not fine. He is okay. He is not just any old He. He is Him. For Him to be Him He has to be who He really is. He has to be him. He is more than okay. He is fine. He has time to fix your crimes I assure you. He paints words on a social media page to show you, His audience, He adores you. He is a faceless race of His own. He is fine. He is okay.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

HE

He wakes up. He doesn't feel a thing. He leaves for work in a rush. He works with a hush painted across His lips. He is fine. He is okay. He cried today but He is okay I assure you. He drinks His pain. He swallows His pride. He is fine. He is not fine. He is okay. He is not just any old He. He is Him. For Him to be Him He has to be who He really is. He has to be him. He is more than okay. He is fine. He has time to fix your crimes I assure you. He paints words on a social media page to show you, His audience, He adores you. He is a faceless race of His own. He is fine. He is okay.

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When you look at us do we make you shiver? Do we look like murderers all grouped together? When you see us dressed in our best does that mean we are asking for it? When you hear our cries are we doing it just for the hell of it? Does seeing me make music bathed in profanity, Imply that I'm coming for your family? Trousers hanging, south London slang, All of this must mean i'm in a gang...right? My makeup is pristine Lips shiny skin clean. I must be begging for attention from older guys, Bursting in desire for someone to be in between my thighs. So when you hear my cries on the TV, “He didn't show his face but I know he ***** me”, We are most definitely faking all of what happened. Those people in the ****** related crews, Seeing them in the news isn't seeing us in the news, Those are the few who wish and choose to do such a terrible crime. We breathe through corrupted lungs, Bathing in the judgmental stares, just because a woman fell down those stairs while I was right behind her? Your inquiries and suggestions only tie the loose noose tighter. We are not the youth you think we are, Hovering below societies scar on our reputation. We would be ashamed to be you.

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May 31, 2018

May 31, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC

Youth

When you look at us do we make you shiver? Do we look like murderers all grouped together? When you see us dressed in our best does that mean we are asking for it? When you hear our cries are we doing it just for the hell of it? Does seeing me make music bathed in profanity, Imply that I'm coming for your family? Trousers hanging, south London slang, All of this must mean i'm in a gang...right? My makeup is pristine Lips shiny skin clean. I must be begging for attention from older guys, Bursting in desire for someone to be in between my thighs. So when you hear my cries on the TV, “He didn't show his face but I know he ***** me”, We are most definitely faking all of what happened. Those people in the ****** related crews, Seeing them in the news isn't seeing us in the news, Those are the few who wish and choose to do such a terrible crime. We breathe through corrupted lungs, Bathing in the judgmental stares, just because a woman fell down those stairs while I was right behind her? Your inquiries and suggestions only tie the loose noose tighter. We are not the youth you think we are, Hovering below societies scar on our reputation. We would be ashamed to be you.

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When it snows the sound is muffled. You no longer hear the bus galloping messily down the street, you no longer hear the men laughing from two doors down. Cigarette in hand with not a care in the world, tattoos painted intricately across their skin. You can only hear that of your mind-that, of when you fall asleep is silenced by these noises. They create distraction however, when it snows the sound is muffled. No longer can you hold back what is in your mind, everything starts to flow so freely with a elegant persona, it can tear you apart with the most delicate of movements. Twists and turns of regrets and lessons learned. Until the snow stops, the torture is over. You no longer hear those silenced knives. You note that the men two doors down have moved to your garden wall and you hear that they too weren't okay to begin with. The buses tiptoe a little quieter than before, the world is not so muffled anymore.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC

Muffled

When it snows the sound is muffled. You no longer hear the bus galloping messily down the street, you no longer hear the men laughing from two doors down. Cigarette in hand with not a care in the world, tattoos painted intricately across their skin. You can only hear that of your mind-that, of when you fall asleep is silenced by these noises. They create distraction however, when it snows the sound is muffled. No longer can you hold back what is in your mind, everything starts to flow so freely with a elegant persona, it can tear you apart with the most delicate of movements. Twists and turns of regrets and lessons learned. Until the snow stops, the torture is over. You no longer hear those silenced knives. You note that the men two doors down have moved to your garden wall and you hear that they too weren't okay to begin with. The buses tiptoe a little quieter than before, the world is not so muffled anymore.

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I learned never to fall in love. Love is a metaphorical monster, It eats you up Spits you out, and leaves a babbling mess behind. But I fell in love with you, Your love is the deadliest of them all. Sharp teeth. Caring touch. Menacing eyes. Irresistible smile. Hungry for the death of my heart, Yet you look so peaceful

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC

Lessons Learned

I learned never to fall in love. Love is a metaphorical monster, It eats you up Spits you out, and leaves a babbling mess behind. But I fell in love with you, Your love is the deadliest of them all. Sharp teeth. Caring touch. Menacing eyes. Irresistible smile. Hungry for the death of my heart, Yet you look so peaceful

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You think that we have been beaten, Torn and broken Skin peeled back, Fire awoken. You think we have no hope, Blood freely flowing Bathing in our fear, Soaking in our torment. We have none of those, For we have hearts of steel, For we have tears like acid that will burn through you. We have hope, We have faith, We are strong, We are warriors, We built this city, We will not let it fall. We will keep calm, We will carry on.

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Jun 8, 2017

Jun 8, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC

Keep calm and carry on

You think that we have been beaten, Torn and broken Skin peeled back, Fire awoken. You think we have no hope, Blood freely flowing Bathing in our fear, Soaking in our torment. We have none of those, For we have hearts of steel, For we have tears like acid that will burn through you. We have hope, We have faith, We are strong, We are warriors, We built this city, We will not let it fall. We will keep calm, We will carry on.

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The way she danced was like a water lily upon tainted liquid. Her skin a tanned ivory, as she spin's the scars of a broken past reveal, but they do not seem to ruin the immaculate image of this delicate orchid. Her movements are that of the soft sea breeze, that soft sea breeze seems foreign to those who's mind speak judgement. Her eyes are glimmering sapphires embedded into her skull. I could stare at her all day but that action means playing a dangerous game. For you cannot look into her eyes for too long, She will capture your heart effortlessly and fail to return it. Her freckles paint a symphony across her slender figure, Her beauty marks glide and spin across her skin, One on her jawline. One just above her right breast. One on her carefully crafted hip. She dares to dance like a soft angel. A pastel yellow in a sea of crimson red. You make the world light up little tiny dancer, so please my delicate little orchid, dance the night away.

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May 22, 2017

May 22, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC

She

The way she danced was like a water lily upon tainted liquid. Her skin a tanned ivory, as she spin's the scars of a broken past reveal, but they do not seem to ruin the immaculate image of this delicate orchid. Her movements are that of the soft sea breeze, that soft sea breeze seems foreign to those who's mind speak judgement. Her eyes are glimmering sapphires embedded into her skull. I could stare at her all day but that action means playing a dangerous game. For you cannot look into her eyes for too long, She will capture your heart effortlessly and fail to return it. Her freckles paint a symphony across her slender figure, Her beauty marks glide and spin across her skin, One on her jawline. One just above her right breast. One on her carefully crafted hip. She dares to dance like a soft angel. A pastel yellow in a sea of crimson red. You make the world light up little tiny dancer, so please my delicate little orchid, dance the night away.

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