AndIFell - Hello Poetry

I'd say you bring color to my life That my life was gray before you came along But, that would be a lie Life was always colorful You make me want to color it some more. I want to color you silly Would you do me the honor of coloring me too?

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC

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I'd say you bring color to my life That my life was gray before you came along But, that would be a lie Life was always colorful You make me want to color it some more. I want to color you silly Would you do me the honor of coloring me too?

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Once, there was a person who did me wrong. At the time, I didn't know why I was so sad. But, I cried everyday. I couldn't sleep at night and only fell asleep from exhaustion as dawn broke. I wanted to hate this person. Maybe I should have. Maybe, I did. I know I shouldn't have because she was only doing her job and I was the one in the wrong and I didn't work hard enough and I didn't have enough sleepless nights to prepare for what I should have prepared for. I didn't give myself enough to the work. I didn't give ENOUGH of MYSELF. I didn't know my priorities and I didn't realize that my actions at the time would cost me so much down the line. Or, so I thought. I don't know. Today I thought I didn't care. And, I hadn't for such a long time. I've met the person I was before it happened and I was confident that I was fine. I became her again. It's been years since I... Yet, I heard news about others who were given merit for their accomplishments. Something I should've been awarded should I have not had that one slip up. Or was it my slip up? And I thought I was fine, after all this time. The point is.. I''m done deciding whose fault it was and really, I don't feel sad. But, I don't feel fine. I'm far from fine. I'm not mad. I'm hurt. I feel as if the wound that I thought was a scar was still a scab and someone ripped it off to reveal that the wound never healed. I just ignored it and forgot about it. I lived as if the scab wasn't there. I used to believe time heals all wounds and maybe it does for some people. I see now that the magic hasn't worked for me at all.

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC

Time heals

Once, there was a person who did me wrong. At the time, I didn't know why I was so sad. But, I cried everyday. I couldn't sleep at night and only fell asleep from exhaustion as dawn broke. I wanted to hate this person. Maybe I should have. Maybe, I did. I know I shouldn't have because she was only doing her job and I was the one in the wrong and I didn't work hard enough and I didn't have enough sleepless nights to prepare for what I should have prepared for. I didn't give myself enough to the work. I didn't give ENOUGH of MYSELF. I didn't know my priorities and I didn't realize that my actions at the time would cost me so much down the line. Or, so I thought. I don't know. Today I thought I didn't care. And, I hadn't for such a long time. I've met the person I was before it happened and I was confident that I was fine. I became her again. It's been years since I... Yet, I heard news about others who were given merit for their accomplishments. Something I should've been awarded should I have not had that one slip up. Or was it my slip up? And I thought I was fine, after all this time. The point is.. I''m done deciding whose fault it was and really, I don't feel sad. But, I don't feel fine. I'm far from fine. I'm not mad. I'm hurt. I feel as if the wound that I thought was a scar was still a scab and someone ripped it off to reveal that the wound never healed. I just ignored it and forgot about it. I lived as if the scab wasn't there. I used to believe time heals all wounds and maybe it does for some people. I see now that the magic hasn't worked for me at all.

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I say I hate cliches, but I can't break free from them I end up being the teen who hates her parents I want to cry for help but who would help? The adults? Like that's new? I don't even want help anymore. I feel trapped But the only one here to trap me is myself I say a few words don't hurt They don't. I feel numb. Dead. I feel nothing. What difference then is there in life and death? They don't understand How inviting the knife is. Or how exhilarating heights are. How I want to jump from the tallest building Just To taste true freedom. But freedom Is not what I want... It want happiness.

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC

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I say I hate cliches, but I can't break free from them I end up being the teen who hates her parents I want to cry for help but who would help? The adults? Like that's new? I don't even want help anymore. I feel trapped But the only one here to trap me is myself I say a few words don't hurt They don't. I feel numb. Dead. I feel nothing. What difference then is there in life and death? They don't understand How inviting the knife is. Or how exhilarating heights are. How I want to jump from the tallest building Just To taste true freedom. But freedom Is not what I want... It want happiness.

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I fear change and of being forgotten, but I’ve come to realize that the essence of transcending my own life is not merely limited to that of memory, trinkets and remembrances. Similar to a mother tree, my roots will go deeper and the seeds that I have created will continue to plant seeds of their own. Essentially, as I go further into the past and the future, I am connected to almost everything through my ancestors and through my children’s children. My children will remember how I was good to them and hopefully pass it on to their own children. The people carrying me within them may change and may forget who I am and the things I’ve done. However, the values I will have instilled within my kin will become my essence and I feel that that is enough to validate my existence and my worth. It is enough for me to commit myself to make at least this possible.

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May 16, 2017

May 16, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC

Conclusions

I fear change and of being forgotten, but I’ve come to realize that the essence of transcending my own life is not merely limited to that of memory, trinkets and remembrances. Similar to a mother tree, my roots will go deeper and the seeds that I have created will continue to plant seeds of their own. Essentially, as I go further into the past and the future, I am connected to almost everything through my ancestors and through my children’s children. My children will remember how I was good to them and hopefully pass it on to their own children. The people carrying me within them may change and may forget who I am and the things I’ve done. However, the values I will have instilled within my kin will become my essence and I feel that that is enough to validate my existence and my worth. It is enough for me to commit myself to make at least this possible.

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And so I Pleased everybody But myself

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Nov 4, 2016

Nov 4, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC

I smiled

And so I Pleased everybody But myself

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The living room is full of shards of a memory A memory worth stepping on I want to feel the tearing of skin Feel the blood gush out as I remove each shard that tears my feet and I, I am not a ********* but in moments like these I feel compelled to feel the burning sensation even when there isn't a fire anymore I miss this. The hot feeling of passion, only there isn't any passion The hot feeling of being alive, only there isn't much reason I don't want to be here but where else am I supposed to stay to feel like I'm still human

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Oct 16, 2016

Oct 16, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC

When I'm Alone

The living room is full of shards of a memory A memory worth stepping on I want to feel the tearing of skin Feel the blood gush out as I remove each shard that tears my feet and I, I am not a ********* but in moments like these I feel compelled to feel the burning sensation even when there isn't a fire anymore I miss this. The hot feeling of passion, only there isn't any passion The hot feeling of being alive, only there isn't much reason I don't want to be here but where else am I supposed to stay to feel like I'm still human

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Tantanan mo ko Hindi ako nagbabanta upang takutin ka Hindi nga ako nagbabanta e Tigilan mo ko Kasi sa bawat tawag mo Nanlulumo ako Sa bawat hiling mo Sa mga bagay na wala naman ako Mas nararamdaman ko Na may kulang Na may mga bagay na wala talaga sa akin kahit anong hanap ko Alam kong trabaho mo yan Pero please Matuto ka namang makinig Kasi sinubukan naman kitang pakinggan Wala lang talaga akong maisagot

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Oct 16, 2016

Oct 16, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC

Dear Caller

Tantanan mo ko Hindi ako nagbabanta upang takutin ka Hindi nga ako nagbabanta e Tigilan mo ko Kasi sa bawat tawag mo Nanlulumo ako Sa bawat hiling mo Sa mga bagay na wala naman ako Mas nararamdaman ko Na may kulang Na may mga bagay na wala talaga sa akin kahit anong hanap ko Alam kong trabaho mo yan Pero please Matuto ka namang makinig Kasi sinubukan naman kitang pakinggan Wala lang talaga akong maisagot

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Why can't I have both. ?

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC

Excellence, You

Why can't I have both. ?

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I hesitate to open the door But like that song goes I look at you And all doubt washes away From my stone heart Like waves forming a pumice You scrub away All the malice From shared scars Lights left unlit Clothes left untouched And songs heard without sound Made with pleas and sighs And for the first time You and I wordlessly make secrets

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC

Next Time

I hesitate to open the door But like that song goes I look at you And all doubt washes away From my stone heart Like waves forming a pumice You scrub away All the malice From shared scars Lights left unlit Clothes left untouched And songs heard without sound Made with pleas and sighs And for the first time You and I wordlessly make secrets

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Four corners of a room Pulse, until four corners become A point, I'm in the middle Of this shallow house Where darkness has been present but now gone All that lies here is Emptiness is all I am And out is the only place I want to go.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC

Home

Four corners of a room Pulse, until four corners become A point, I'm in the middle Of this shallow house Where darkness has been present but now gone All that lies here is Emptiness is all I am And out is the only place I want to go.

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