Celine - Hello Poetry

Un travail mérité, Un homme qualifié, Une vie animée, remplit d'amitiés. Une femme épousée, Une famille déménagée Aux îles habitées, Ses souhaits exaucés. Un amour passionné, Vécu à l'extrémité, Voilà les désirs de mon cœur.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC

Aujourd'hui

Un travail mérité, Un homme qualifié, Une vie animée, remplit d'amitiés. Une femme épousée, Une famille déménagée Aux îles habitées, Ses souhaits exaucés. Un amour passionné, Vécu à l'extrémité, Voilà les désirs de mon cœur.

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I don't entertain half truths or half lovers either, believe me. And I've come to see that without darkness, there is no depth. And without depth, I can only lie to myself. Let us tell the truth.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC

To the obligate

I don't entertain half truths or half lovers either, believe me. And I've come to see that without darkness, there is no depth. And without depth, I can only lie to myself. Let us tell the truth.

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It isn't in getting in the plane, or jumping from it. It isn't in moving to a new country, again. It isn't in starting over somewhere new, yet again. It isn't in making new friends from a new culture. It isn't in packing up your life, again, in two suitcases. It's getting off the wrong plane. It's in disappointing some if it means doing what your soul calls you to do. It's in giving up and going home. It's in following the unknown plan, the better one, the one that only the Spirit can make known to you one step at a time. It's in taking the road you traveled-less. It takes courage to take the flight from this Godforsaken city of Dublin solely on a prompting, and just because. It takes courage to finally rest, for good. And put the suitcase in the closet, back where it came from.

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC

Real Courage, now.

It isn't in getting in the plane, or jumping from it. It isn't in moving to a new country, again. It isn't in starting over somewhere new, yet again. It isn't in making new friends from a new culture. It isn't in packing up your life, again, in two suitcases. It's getting off the wrong plane. It's in disappointing some if it means doing what your soul calls you to do. It's in giving up and going home. It's in following the unknown plan, the better one, the one that only the Spirit can make known to you one step at a time. It's in taking the road you traveled-less. It takes courage to take the flight from this Godforsaken city of Dublin solely on a prompting, and just because. It takes courage to finally rest, for good. And put the suitcase in the closet, back where it came from.

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Today marks a year since the world I knew changed. Today marks a year since I trusted you last. Today marks a year since I felt like a whole person. I wish I could say a lot has chagned since a year ago, today. But I can only say that I'm alone more often. I can only say I still have dreams at night about you, about us. I can only really say that this year has been the worst without you by my side. Today marks a year since you grabbed all your stuff. Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. Today marks a year since I ran after you saying "I always come back." Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. since you walked out of my life. And. Today marks another year that you won't wish me a happy birthday. So, happy birthday to me..

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Today marks a year since the world I knew changed. Today marks a year since I trusted you last. Today marks a year since I felt like a whole person. I wish I could say a lot has chagned since a year ago, today. But I can only say that I'm alone more often. I can only say I still have dreams at night about you, about us. I can only really say that this year has been the worst without you by my side. Today marks a year since you grabbed all your stuff. Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. Today marks a year since I ran after you saying "I always come back." Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. since you walked out of my life. And. Today marks another year that you won't wish me a happy birthday. So, happy birthday to me..

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when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from searing something that breaks your heart. when you feel that pain rushing down to your stomach, making you ***** ***** out the broken peices.. when you've purged yourself of all feeling, and you feel your body numb.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

That moment

when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from searing something that breaks your heart. when you feel that pain rushing down to your stomach, making you ***** ***** out the broken peices.. when you've purged yourself of all feeling, and you feel your body numb.

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I want to ask you if you remember the first time we kissed or the way you looked at me and how you said I tasted like coffee and we were sitting there under the galaxy, just us.. Sometimes I do.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

Sometimes

I want to ask you if you remember the first time we kissed or the way you looked at me and how you said I tasted like coffee and we were sitting there under the galaxy, just us.. Sometimes I do.

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There are no refunds, There are no exchanges, and There are no returns when it comes to love.

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC

No Refunds, no returns, no exchanges

There are no refunds, There are no exchanges, and There are no returns when it comes to love.

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You're still here I see you parked in my driveway You're still here I see you walk up You're still here Helping me set up a PlayStation (The one you convinced me to buy) You're still here ...why? You're still here Taking my hand as we walk into the store You're still here Picking me up for an adventure You're still here Introducing me to your sister (You look like her) You're still here Kissing me with your eyes closed (I couldn't help but look) You're still here ...why? You're still here Insulting me, yelling at me You're still here Hurting my already damaged wrist You're still here Throwing cake in my hair, on my birthday (Laughing oh so hard about it) You're still here Your engine is starting on the street You're still here Months late, apologizing You're still here ...why? You're still here Teaching me that maybe I shouldn't love, at least not with my whole heart You're still here ...why?

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC

you're still here.. why?

You're still here I see you parked in my driveway You're still here I see you walk up You're still here Helping me set up a PlayStation (The one you convinced me to buy) You're still here ...why? You're still here Taking my hand as we walk into the store You're still here Picking me up for an adventure You're still here Introducing me to your sister (You look like her) You're still here Kissing me with your eyes closed (I couldn't help but look) You're still here ...why? You're still here Insulting me, yelling at me You're still here Hurting my already damaged wrist You're still here Throwing cake in my hair, on my birthday (Laughing oh so hard about it) You're still here Your engine is starting on the street You're still here Months late, apologizing You're still here ...why? You're still here Teaching me that maybe I shouldn't love, at least not with my whole heart You're still here ...why?

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empty house and a damaged soul. I can't stop thinking. If I had been looking through the window (as I am now) seeing myself there (as I imagine now) standing on my porch awaiting his embrace would I have stopped myself?

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC

Why must I keep thinking of the same things

empty house and a damaged soul. I can't stop thinking. If I had been looking through the window (as I am now) seeing myself there (as I imagine now) standing on my porch awaiting his embrace would I have stopped myself?

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Tired of winter. Tired of the snow. Tired of being in pain. Tired of people around me. Tired of going to bed too late. Tired of having to get up so early. Tired of not dancing and doing what I love. Tired of failing, being late to school. Tired of not having good friends. Tired of all this homework. Tired of not doing it. Tired of school. Tired of you. I wanted to write a poem. But I wrote this instead. I decided it didn’t matter that I couldn’t rhyme things. And that I should just write whatever comes to mind. I know there isn’t a single person I want to be with. But I also know it’s you. I understand that I’m just a paragraph in your life. But what you don’t understand, what you don’t realize is how many chapters there are of you in mine.

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

Tired.

Tired of winter. Tired of the snow. Tired of being in pain. Tired of people around me. Tired of going to bed too late. Tired of having to get up so early. Tired of not dancing and doing what I love. Tired of failing, being late to school. Tired of not having good friends. Tired of all this homework. Tired of not doing it. Tired of school. Tired of you. I wanted to write a poem. But I wrote this instead. I decided it didn’t matter that I couldn’t rhyme things. And that I should just write whatever comes to mind. I know there isn’t a single person I want to be with. But I also know it’s you. I understand that I’m just a paragraph in your life. But what you don’t understand, what you don’t realize is how many chapters there are of you in mine.

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