Anna44 - Hello Poetry

So many thoughts. So many ideas. Yet my mind is blank. Like a painting that hasn’t been started. I want to be beautiful. I want to see colours. I want to bring light to this dark world. But my mind is blank. And yet it is racing. I feel so numb. But I feel everything. I see what could be, but I am stuck. I am happy. I am sad. I am angry. But I am also nothing. I am blank. I miss the colours. I miss the light. I want it all back. I want to feel again. I want to fight. But I am tired. So tired. When will I be painted? When will I be finished? will I be filled with light and colours again? Or will I stay blank, and dull. Lifeless.

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC

Blank canvas

So many thoughts. So many ideas. Yet my mind is blank. Like a painting that hasn’t been started. I want to be beautiful. I want to see colours. I want to bring light to this dark world. But my mind is blank. And yet it is racing. I feel so numb. But I feel everything. I see what could be, but I am stuck. I am happy. I am sad. I am angry. But I am also nothing. I am blank. I miss the colours. I miss the light. I want it all back. I want to feel again. I want to fight. But I am tired. So tired. When will I be painted? When will I be finished? will I be filled with light and colours again? Or will I stay blank, and dull. Lifeless.

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Another day. Another week. Another month. Another year. I fear the speed of time. I fear that as the days blur into weeks, and the weeks blur into months and the months into years… that I will lose all knowledge of who I am, and why I am here. Time doesn’t stop. Time doesn’t slow. It just continues on. Time continues on with no care. Time doesn’t see who it hurts and who it leaves behind. Time just simply fades from days, to weeks, to months, and to years. I fear Time, but not because of its power, no, but because of its speed, and it’s carelessness. Everything that Time touches withers away. Every movement it makes is reckless. Time is not graceful. Time is not kind. Time is a vengeful, and angry God. Time does not care or love. Time continues on. I fear that before I know it, Time will take me. Can you here the ticking of the clock? Can you feel the breeze as Time rushes past you, pushing you further away from what you once knew? Days turn into weeks. Weeks into months, And months into years. This is everything I fear.

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC

Time

Another day. Another week. Another month. Another year. I fear the speed of time. I fear that as the days blur into weeks, and the weeks blur into months and the months into years… that I will lose all knowledge of who I am, and why I am here. Time doesn’t stop. Time doesn’t slow. It just continues on. Time continues on with no care. Time doesn’t see who it hurts and who it leaves behind. Time just simply fades from days, to weeks, to months, and to years. I fear Time, but not because of its power, no, but because of its speed, and it’s carelessness. Everything that Time touches withers away. Every movement it makes is reckless. Time is not graceful. Time is not kind. Time is a vengeful, and angry God. Time does not care or love. Time continues on. I fear that before I know it, Time will take me. Can you here the ticking of the clock? Can you feel the breeze as Time rushes past you, pushing you further away from what you once knew? Days turn into weeks. Weeks into months, And months into years. This is everything I fear.

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If I close my eyes- my fears are my keep. If I stay awake-the voices don't sleep. My dreams and nightmares merge into one. Reality seeps into my safe space. It's as if this world wants me to break. I don't know what this world will make. I really think this time I'm done. I really think this time- the thoughts I run from. The thoughts I leave buried deep; will break through, and drown me in the abyss that is my life. I am all out of fight.

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Nov 19, 2019

Nov 19, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC

The Abyss

If I close my eyes- my fears are my keep. If I stay awake-the voices don't sleep. My dreams and nightmares merge into one. Reality seeps into my safe space. It's as if this world wants me to break. I don't know what this world will make. I really think this time I'm done. I really think this time- the thoughts I run from. The thoughts I leave buried deep; will break through, and drown me in the abyss that is my life. I am all out of fight.

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It's funny-how one word can change everything. One word can make the good memories fade away. One word can hurt more than a physical blow. One word can overtake your every thought. One word can consume you. One word can break you. It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free. I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC

One word

It's funny-how one word can change everything. One word can make the good memories fade away. One word can hurt more than a physical blow. One word can overtake your every thought. One word can consume you. One word can break you. It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free. I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.

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I have never claimed to be perfect. I always admit to my flaws, but somehow they can always force me to show my claws. So I take a break. I quickly pause, because if I stop. I will shatter from their barbed jaws.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC

Flaws and Claws

I have never claimed to be perfect. I always admit to my flaws, but somehow they can always force me to show my claws. So I take a break. I quickly pause, because if I stop. I will shatter from their barbed jaws.

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I’m falling to pieces and I feel so alone. I feel like I have no place to call home.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC

Falling

I’m falling to pieces and I feel so alone. I feel like I have no place to call home.

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This world is made of people. People who cheat. People who lie. People who deceive. People who die. People. There are many evils in this world. People are liable to put up veils to disguise what evils they have but; there are also joys. People who love whole heartily. People who are loyal to their core. People who would never ***** People who will save this world from the autocracies of this world. There is evil, but there is good. People.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC

A world of people.

This world is made of people. People who cheat. People who lie. People who deceive. People who die. People. There are many evils in this world. People are liable to put up veils to disguise what evils they have but; there are also joys. People who love whole heartily. People who are loyal to their core. People who would never ***** People who will save this world from the autocracies of this world. There is evil, but there is good. People.

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She was alone, but she preferred it that way. Because when she was alone- she could see herself. She could be herself. She could feel. She could breath. The crushing feelings of pain and anxiety disappeared. She was alone, but she was not lonely. she was alone, and she preferred it that way.

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC

Alone but not lonely

She was alone, but she preferred it that way. Because when she was alone- she could see herself. She could be herself. She could feel. She could breath. The crushing feelings of pain and anxiety disappeared. She was alone, but she was not lonely. she was alone, and she preferred it that way.

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As a child- When the waves knock you down it's a game. You are so innocent to the true nature of the sea. You are innocent to its depth. As an adult- When a wave knocks you down, you run. Because you can see the true terror of what lies beneath its beautiful, blue surface.

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC

Growth

As a child- When the waves knock you down it's a game. You are so innocent to the true nature of the sea. You are innocent to its depth. As an adult- When a wave knocks you down, you run. Because you can see the true terror of what lies beneath its beautiful, blue surface.

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A storm brews inside of her. Winds of the past ruffle her hair. Waves of darkness crash in her eyes. Thunder echos as her heart beats. Lighting flashes when she breaths. She is power. She is a force. She is uncontrollable. She is beautiful. She is unique. But all of that power, all of that force. Is it to much? Can she bear the burden? She falls. The weight of it too much to withstand. She breaths. She stands, and she lets the world know that the worst is yet to come.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC

Withstand the Storm

A storm brews inside of her. Winds of the past ruffle her hair. Waves of darkness crash in her eyes. Thunder echos as her heart beats. Lighting flashes when she breaths. She is power. She is a force. She is uncontrollable. She is beautiful. She is unique. But all of that power, all of that force. Is it to much? Can she bear the burden? She falls. The weight of it too much to withstand. She breaths. She stands, and she lets the world know that the worst is yet to come.

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