Annabarroso - Hello Poetry

I will never forget the night under the sheets when you stole from me

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Jun 26, 2019

Jun 26, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC

I will never forget the night under the sheets when you stole from me

the earth mourned for you this morning yesterday you were gone without warning today was full of shattered showers I already miss you but I refuse to bring you flowers you’re worth more than clichés I fell numb when I got the call the ground hard and wet drifting into the rainfall soaking as I watch the world turn gray skies blanketed my soul I’ll never stop telling the story of ole you’ll live on within me petrichor, a sweet aroma water up to my ears climbing to my nose covered in all my tears I’m not fighting it not caring when or where I am and then black and suddenly I feel the water wash away and I hear a voice whisper “it wasn’t supposed to be this way” peace crashes over me steadying my ceased heartbeat He holds out His hand and then I’m on my feet standing under a canopy of green hand in hand, we walk strolling on streets of gold stopping to smell the roses and to harvest the marigolds He turns as says “this is my perfect design” and joy fills my soul “I’ll come back for you in no time” so patiently I’ll wait without a newfound wisdom i know what i'm to do i will stand with courage and love those scarred in black and blue because i have tasted the honey and i've drank from the well to share my story of my rescue from hell and of Him in white

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC

to the ones that didn’t get to say goodbye

the earth mourned for you this morning yesterday you were gone without warning today was full of shattered showers I already miss you but I refuse to bring you flowers you’re worth more than clichés I fell numb when I got the call the ground hard and wet drifting into the rainfall soaking as I watch the world turn gray skies blanketed my soul I’ll never stop telling the story of ole you’ll live on within me petrichor, a sweet aroma water up to my ears climbing to my nose covered in all my tears I’m not fighting it not caring when or where I am and then black and suddenly I feel the water wash away and I hear a voice whisper “it wasn’t supposed to be this way” peace crashes over me steadying my ceased heartbeat He holds out His hand and then I’m on my feet standing under a canopy of green hand in hand, we walk strolling on streets of gold stopping to smell the roses and to harvest the marigolds He turns as says “this is my perfect design” and joy fills my soul “I’ll come back for you in no time” so patiently I’ll wait without a newfound wisdom i know what i'm to do i will stand with courage and love those scarred in black and blue because i have tasted the honey and i've drank from the well to share my story of my rescue from hell and of Him in white

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it falls over me when you’re not around my joy is nowhere to be found you’re my sweet sensation my motivation your smile shines through the dark your life makes its mark your touch sends me away I’m at peace for the day your lips sooths the pain but what do I have to gain? it will never last repetition of the past my life repeats and you’ll retreat after all, who wants to love me? I’m worth nothing, you see so back to my coma I go into my little world that I know

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Jun 16, 2019

Jun 16, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC

ghosting

it falls over me when you’re not around my joy is nowhere to be found you’re my sweet sensation my motivation your smile shines through the dark your life makes its mark your touch sends me away I’m at peace for the day your lips sooths the pain but what do I have to gain? it will never last repetition of the past my life repeats and you’ll retreat after all, who wants to love me? I’m worth nothing, you see so back to my coma I go into my little world that I know

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looking for success while only wearing dresses used to making messes. always stuck in my mind, just trying to find the next line to get me out. hooked and caught on the whole lot that’s wrong with me. who am i gonna be? who's gonna like what they see? wandering through crowds of nothing and no one. just wanted to have fun, but now i'm done, looking at the gun in my hand. then i heard you i heard you i heard you from out of the blue, didn’t know what to do. but it’s not blue, it’s yellow. and the world slows and i’m mellow because your sweet voice, like a cello, is calling my name. and i’m going insane looking at the man who was slain before me. i’m seeing sunshine for the first time and it’s divine. who am i that you named me, that you saved me, that you love me?

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May 25, 2019

May 25, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC

chosen

looking for success while only wearing dresses used to making messes. always stuck in my mind, just trying to find the next line to get me out. hooked and caught on the whole lot that’s wrong with me. who am i gonna be? who's gonna like what they see? wandering through crowds of nothing and no one. just wanted to have fun, but now i'm done, looking at the gun in my hand. then i heard you i heard you i heard you from out of the blue, didn’t know what to do. but it’s not blue, it’s yellow. and the world slows and i’m mellow because your sweet voice, like a cello, is calling my name. and i’m going insane looking at the man who was slain before me. i’m seeing sunshine for the first time and it’s divine. who am i that you named me, that you saved me, that you love me?

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I often hate the way I am. I hate how I can never speak my mind. I hate how I often can’t make up my mind. how is it possible that I feel so lost in something that is only for me. something that is me. desiring to sprinkle flowers, but soaking them into a puddle. longing to float in the serene pool of wisdom, but offending drowning in a tsunami of confusion. struggling to take breaths, to rise above the storm, but just settling on the stone cold bottom. it’s dark and it’s heavy. where do I go from here?

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC

can I please just be a cute watering can?

I often hate the way I am. I hate how I can never speak my mind. I hate how I often can’t make up my mind. how is it possible that I feel so lost in something that is only for me. something that is me. desiring to sprinkle flowers, but soaking them into a puddle. longing to float in the serene pool of wisdom, but offending drowning in a tsunami of confusion. struggling to take breaths, to rise above the storm, but just settling on the stone cold bottom. it’s dark and it’s heavy. where do I go from here?

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he hugged me from behind I anchored into his smell and I wore his skin like armor he kissed my cheek and for a moment nothing else mattered

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC

ejb

he hugged me from behind I anchored into his smell and I wore his skin like armor he kissed my cheek and for a moment nothing else mattered

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depression is an everyday journey without everyday results 2pm laughing with your friends or 2 days later alone on the couch

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC

muted cries

depression is an everyday journey without everyday results 2pm laughing with your friends or 2 days later alone on the couch

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created and man-made, holding lives in the hands and dictates sorrows and joys. Slow and steady, never-ending, eternal, but never enough. capturing moments on squares smeared with ink. the hands never letting go. grandfathers stand tall and watch as the owl makes her best. she sings lullaby's to her children, as they lay to rest. restful days and restless nights. blankets covering who rest peacefully. the hands place bouquets by their bedsides. standing on a log amongst the swallowing waters, the hands beckon to cross the cavern. the owl and her children soaring high above the waters. with lifeless lungs and barely a grasp reaching for the hands and they stretch across. standing tall and looking grandfather in the face. the hands wrapping around with an unbreakable grasp.

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC

vapor

created and man-made, holding lives in the hands and dictates sorrows and joys. Slow and steady, never-ending, eternal, but never enough. capturing moments on squares smeared with ink. the hands never letting go. grandfathers stand tall and watch as the owl makes her best. she sings lullaby's to her children, as they lay to rest. restful days and restless nights. blankets covering who rest peacefully. the hands place bouquets by their bedsides. standing on a log amongst the swallowing waters, the hands beckon to cross the cavern. the owl and her children soaring high above the waters. with lifeless lungs and barely a grasp reaching for the hands and they stretch across. standing tall and looking grandfather in the face. the hands wrapping around with an unbreakable grasp.

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I’m not afraid of dying I’m afraid of gaining a thousand friends upon my departure where were you when I was alive?

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC

comatose