Desthedisaster - Hello Poetry

The very day I swore I’d never talk to you again was the very day I saw you again Your stupid denim jacket Aren’t you cold? We hugged under the bleachers like we were dying Please don’t stop at just a hug You didn’t sit by me You sat three people away from me Why would you hurt me in this way In 40 degree weather You knew I was there because you kept glancing And glancing And then you let me know you were going to the concession stand So I followed But did not talk to you So is his how it’s going to be? Like the sun and the moon? You make me want to die And then spend the rest of my life with you Please Don’t Stop At Just A Hug Peanut M&Ms The scent of leather jackets Plastic pink beads Arguments after the football game Quiet walks with old men Red hondas Pumpkin ice cream Staying out past curfew Getting kicked out of Walmart Please don’t hurt me this time Because you know I’ll give you more chances

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Oct 20, 2019

Oct 20, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC

Cold Thursday nights

The very day I swore I’d never talk to you again was the very day I saw you again Your stupid denim jacket Aren’t you cold? We hugged under the bleachers like we were dying Please don’t stop at just a hug You didn’t sit by me You sat three people away from me Why would you hurt me in this way In 40 degree weather You knew I was there because you kept glancing And glancing And then you let me know you were going to the concession stand So I followed But did not talk to you So is his how it’s going to be? Like the sun and the moon? You make me want to die And then spend the rest of my life with you Please Don’t Stop At Just A Hug Peanut M&Ms The scent of leather jackets Plastic pink beads Arguments after the football game Quiet walks with old men Red hondas Pumpkin ice cream Staying out past curfew Getting kicked out of Walmart Please don’t hurt me this time Because you know I’ll give you more chances

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Shells were creatures used to live Flat, flacky rocks cover the shore The water is so clear Yet so deep that it reminds me of my soulmates mind, whoever that may be Fish flop And I accidentally throw my fathers pole (don’t ask) Having no other choice, I run out to get it I run until the water is up to my knees Two fish, smaller than my hand I thought I had saw them in a dream As the lake took my knees I was at piece Sulfur and sorrow From all those who had been in that water before I came to terms with the water For I had sorrows too

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Sep 9, 2019

Sep 9, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC

The lake by the worlds smallest mountain (or worlds tallest hill?)

Shells were creatures used to live Flat, flacky rocks cover the shore The water is so clear Yet so deep that it reminds me of my soulmates mind, whoever that may be Fish flop And I accidentally throw my fathers pole (don’t ask) Having no other choice, I run out to get it I run until the water is up to my knees Two fish, smaller than my hand I thought I had saw them in a dream As the lake took my knees I was at piece Sulfur and sorrow From all those who had been in that water before I came to terms with the water For I had sorrows too

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Everywhere I go Everyone I meet Has something to do with you Though we’ve strayed apart You’ve stayed right here in my heart I can’t make new friends I can’t go to a football game Without somehow Someone Speaking about you When I cry in the bathroom You’re what comes to mind So many beautiful memories That I can’t bring myself to leave behind I haven’t seen you since April Stupid, stupid April But every time I dream I dream of your soul that gleams And I think about how God sewed our souls together and how it was as powerful as lightning beams

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC

please stay so I’ll never move on

Everywhere I go Everyone I meet Has something to do with you Though we’ve strayed apart You’ve stayed right here in my heart I can’t make new friends I can’t go to a football game Without somehow Someone Speaking about you When I cry in the bathroom You’re what comes to mind So many beautiful memories That I can’t bring myself to leave behind I haven’t seen you since April Stupid, stupid April But every time I dream I dream of your soul that gleams And I think about how God sewed our souls together and how it was as powerful as lightning beams

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I’d cut my tongue out before I took back a single thing I said to you, I’m sorry that the words I gifted to you though letters and late night phone calls were never enough to get through to you, I wish you knew how much I love you because I can see the future and you’re the main character; you’re what’s on the other side of the vast field of confusion,I could live my life without you but I would only be living 90% of a life, not a soulmate but a destination, you’re the last stop on my journey of self discovery

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC

My heart is broken but it is leaking hope and desire

I’d cut my tongue out before I took back a single thing I said to you, I’m sorry that the words I gifted to you though letters and late night phone calls were never enough to get through to you, I wish you knew how much I love you because I can see the future and you’re the main character; you’re what’s on the other side of the vast field of confusion,I could live my life without you but I would only be living 90% of a life, not a soulmate but a destination, you’re the last stop on my journey of self discovery

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I’ve been through hell and then found you And I’ll go through hell again to be with you No matter what gets in our way Your spirit puts the flames to shame

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May 20, 2019

May 20, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC

St. Rita says you’re my impossible dream

I’ve been through hell and then found you And I’ll go through hell again to be with you No matter what gets in our way Your spirit puts the flames to shame

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Why did you have to stab me in the heart? You know I have hemophilia!

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC

Untitled (I forgot what number I’m on)

Why did you have to stab me in the heart? You know I have hemophilia!

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I wrote a poem against gun violence because students should not have to go to school aching in fear of not making it home alive. I wrote a poem against gun violence because so many people are going to take their own lives today. I wrote a poem against gun violence because it targets women, minorities, to the point where they cannot be outside of their homes in the evenings. I wrote a poem against gun violence because too many veterans are at risk of dying by their own hands I wrote a poem against gun violence because mental health is SERIOUS I wrote a poem against gun violence because I am an aunt of two and I want my nephews to live full, happy lives I want to ask my legislators what they’re going to do when they come for their children Their spouses Nieces, and nephews Grandchildren Friends Call me a snowflake, if you will If that’s what standing for what’s right makes me, then I’m proud of it I’m the snowflake that wants you all to stay alive That stands for what’s right when they don’t have the guts to And sweetheart, this snowflake doesn’t melt

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC

A poem against gun violence

I wrote a poem against gun violence because students should not have to go to school aching in fear of not making it home alive. I wrote a poem against gun violence because so many people are going to take their own lives today. I wrote a poem against gun violence because it targets women, minorities, to the point where they cannot be outside of their homes in the evenings. I wrote a poem against gun violence because too many veterans are at risk of dying by their own hands I wrote a poem against gun violence because mental health is SERIOUS I wrote a poem against gun violence because I am an aunt of two and I want my nephews to live full, happy lives I want to ask my legislators what they’re going to do when they come for their children Their spouses Nieces, and nephews Grandchildren Friends Call me a snowflake, if you will If that’s what standing for what’s right makes me, then I’m proud of it I’m the snowflake that wants you all to stay alive That stands for what’s right when they don’t have the guts to And sweetheart, this snowflake doesn’t melt

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I can pour my heart out to you and all you’ll say back is “I love you” But what does that mean?

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC

Untitled, again

I can pour my heart out to you and all you’ll say back is “I love you” But what does that mean?

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I’m beautiful! From my crooked teeth To my green eyes and big lips To my freakishly pale skin To my round stomach And my ovaries filled with cysts My beauty puts photoshop to shame

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC

My self love is so powerful these days and I am so happy

I’m beautiful! From my crooked teeth To my green eyes and big lips To my freakishly pale skin To my round stomach And my ovaries filled with cysts My beauty puts photoshop to shame

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To the next person who says St.Patrick’s day is all about leprechauns and rainbows: I will grab my ancestors’ immigration papers and beat you over the head with them.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC

I’m Irish-American, kiss me and I’ll punch you.

To the next person who says St.Patrick’s day is all about leprechauns and rainbows: I will grab my ancestors’ immigration papers and beat you over the head with them.

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