Aras_Toxic_Tea - Hello Poetry

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC

Something profound

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Please don’t paint me promises. For I have nowhere to hang them. White walls I prefer to leave blank. Void of any depiction of far away lands that I may or may not get to see. When I hang a picture I can’t help but hang my hopes up with it. They always end up slightly crooked, but strung too high for me to reach out and fix. Then they sit and stare at me. And I start to yearn for them to swallow me up. But they don’t. They can’t. Because they’re just paintings. Nothing real. And I'm always left feeling so achingly disappointed. So please don’t paint me promises I prefer to keep my walls blank.

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Dec 29, 2017

Dec 29, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC

Expectations

Please don’t paint me promises. For I have nowhere to hang them. White walls I prefer to leave blank. Void of any depiction of far away lands that I may or may not get to see. When I hang a picture I can’t help but hang my hopes up with it. They always end up slightly crooked, but strung too high for me to reach out and fix. Then they sit and stare at me. And I start to yearn for them to swallow me up. But they don’t. They can’t. Because they’re just paintings. Nothing real. And I'm always left feeling so achingly disappointed. So please don’t paint me promises I prefer to keep my walls blank.

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rips out my eyeballs from their sockets and hands them to you "Here" "So you can see how beautiful you are"

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC

For you 0.0

rips out my eyeballs from their sockets and hands them to you "Here" "So you can see how beautiful you are"

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The only one whos mean to me is me.

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC

Mean.

The only one whos mean to me is me.

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Hanging tree are you strong enough to hold me up until I'm gone

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC

hanging tree

Hanging tree are you strong enough to hold me up until I'm gone

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she was pretty that was the first thing I noticed about her with blue eyes, pale skin, and blue hair maybe it was the light but I think she was glowing she didn't smile and neither did I I was too tired and she must not have wanted to I liked it too many fake smiles I've seen and given I'd rather something real I wanted to tell her that her hair made her eyes pop but I didn't instead I asked her what kind of if oatmeal I should get she said she didn't like oatmeal and I said okay we both laughed at that she was pretty when she laughed too it felt honest and so did I there really was something funny about that moment I ended up getting something with apples in it I think I stared at her a lot after that I was waiting for my oatmeal and didn't have much else to do and she was beautiful after about fifteen minutes she came out with my food she carried it over to my table and placed it down in front of me I told her thank you so much and smiled so did she I didn't see her smile again after that she served other customers and talked to other people but she didn't smile I wish she had because it would have been nice to see but I'm glad that she chose not to she didn't need to smile if she didn't feel like it better to be honest after I ate my food it was time to go I didn't really want to this girl had made an impression on me and I wanted to stay but I gathered up my stuff and got up from my table anyways I passed by her and thanked her for everything again she said you're welcome I don't know if she smiled because I had turned away by then heading for the door and then I had left and I was driving home I wanted to leave her a note with my number on it but I didn't instead I came home and wrote a poem about a girl who I met in a coffee shop who did not smile until she did

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC

until she did

she was pretty that was the first thing I noticed about her with blue eyes, pale skin, and blue hair maybe it was the light but I think she was glowing she didn't smile and neither did I I was too tired and she must not have wanted to I liked it too many fake smiles I've seen and given I'd rather something real I wanted to tell her that her hair made her eyes pop but I didn't instead I asked her what kind of if oatmeal I should get she said she didn't like oatmeal and I said okay we both laughed at that she was pretty when she laughed too it felt honest and so did I there really was something funny about that moment I ended up getting something with apples in it I think I stared at her a lot after that I was waiting for my oatmeal and didn't have much else to do and she was beautiful after about fifteen minutes she came out with my food she carried it over to my table and placed it down in front of me I told her thank you so much and smiled so did she I didn't see her smile again after that she served other customers and talked to other people but she didn't smile I wish she had because it would have been nice to see but I'm glad that she chose not to she didn't need to smile if she didn't feel like it better to be honest after I ate my food it was time to go I didn't really want to this girl had made an impression on me and I wanted to stay but I gathered up my stuff and got up from my table anyways I passed by her and thanked her for everything again she said you're welcome I don't know if she smiled because I had turned away by then heading for the door and then I had left and I was driving home I wanted to leave her a note with my number on it but I didn't instead I came home and wrote a poem about a girl who I met in a coffee shop who did not smile until she did

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Whether you fall in love with a poem or not greatly depends on how you read it.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC

to fall for a poem

Whether you fall in love with a poem or not greatly depends on how you read it.

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there are things that inspire me. odd things in odd places they tap a well inside which I never knew was there and suddenly I'm overflowing but these things are good at hiding impossible to find for they never appear while I am searching. there are peaceful moments. calm and quiet pieces of time that seem to move much slower than the rest these moments are comfy and lovely and mine but moments are moments never meant to last. there is love. an intimate moment two glowing hearts firey feelings and quiet laughs but for me love was only that a firey feeling that eventually turned only to ash goodness is so fleeting things too good at hiding moments only moments and love was just a fire but they're what makes life worth it for they always come and they're always perfect.

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

wisdom for myself

there are things that inspire me. odd things in odd places they tap a well inside which I never knew was there and suddenly I'm overflowing but these things are good at hiding impossible to find for they never appear while I am searching. there are peaceful moments. calm and quiet pieces of time that seem to move much slower than the rest these moments are comfy and lovely and mine but moments are moments never meant to last. there is love. an intimate moment two glowing hearts firey feelings and quiet laughs but for me love was only that a firey feeling that eventually turned only to ash goodness is so fleeting things too good at hiding moments only moments and love was just a fire but they're what makes life worth it for they always come and they're always perfect.

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