Div-eintotheocean - Hello Poetry

it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows my dear, i’m throwing myself upon the ocean’s surface not sure in which one of the great seven; in a song it once mentioned ‘no one is as gentle as the seas’ are they really though? it hasn’t been really nice to me— it’s alright funny, i never liked the mystery underneath; All i know is the blue indigo spreading across as if there is no end to it — endlessly All i know is the sound of the tide crashing the poor old reef; it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows i succumbed again this time to this great body of water— i gave permission for the next round of the great wave to just engulf me— slow enough to let me breathe in for a second, before it— ; it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows guess i’m already down below All i know my lungs about to blow All i know the lights went low;

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Oct 22, 2019

Oct 22, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC

Div-eintotheocean

Motion of the blue

it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows my dear, i’m throwing myself upon the ocean’s surface not sure in which one of the great seven; in a song it once mentioned ‘no one is as gentle as the seas’ are they really though? it hasn’t been really nice to me— it’s alright funny, i never liked the mystery underneath; All i know is the blue indigo spreading across as if there is no end to it — endlessly All i know is the sound of the tide crashing the poor old reef; it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows i succumbed again this time to this great body of water— i gave permission for the next round of the great wave to just engulf me— slow enough to let me breathe in for a second, before it— ; it ebbs and flows it ebbs and flows guess i’m already down below All i know my lungs about to blow All i know the lights went low;

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Everything looks strange Everything feels strange Everything smells strange Everything tastes strange With the new strange, the version changes.

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Div-eintotheocean

Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC

Ndeshie

Strange

Everything looks strange Everything feels strange Everything smells strange Everything tastes strange With the new strange, the version changes.

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You aren’t supposed to be here, inside my head crawling unknowingly without permission, how dare you mister? Even my subconscious painted you, inside of it go away! move! Did i accidentally nailed your presence there?

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC

Div-eintotheocean

Stop

You aren’t supposed to be here, inside my head crawling unknowingly without permission, how dare you mister? Even my subconscious painted you, inside of it go away! move! Did i accidentally nailed your presence there?

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What are you ? Other than a living and breathing being What are you ? Other than a perfectly shaped stacks of bones What are you ? Other than a piece made by millions of millions of atoms What are you ? Other than a soul with needs and desires What are you ? Other than a pico-sized matter in this world we called our 'Universe' What are you ? So what are you?

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC

Div-eintotheocean

Questions

What are you ? Other than a living and breathing being What are you ? Other than a perfectly shaped stacks of bones What are you ? Other than a piece made by millions of millions of atoms What are you ? Other than a soul with needs and desires What are you ? Other than a pico-sized matter in this world we called our 'Universe' What are you ? So what are you?

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Have you ever just laid on your back Fingers in the grass And your heart in your ears? A thumping song in your skull, The pulse and vibration Of your hopes and your fears? The noise keeps me grounded It helps me to remember That I am still here. Or are we just dust Adrift in the wind A colorful dust of smiles and tears. But if I was stardust I'd live in the sky And I'd keep my heart near, Because I love my Full body heartbeat And I rely upon, The song in my ears.

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Div-eintotheocean

Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC

DrippingWatercolors

Heartbeat

Have you ever just laid on your back Fingers in the grass And your heart in your ears? A thumping song in your skull, The pulse and vibration Of your hopes and your fears? The noise keeps me grounded It helps me to remember That I am still here. Or are we just dust Adrift in the wind A colorful dust of smiles and tears. But if I was stardust I'd live in the sky And I'd keep my heart near, Because I love my Full body heartbeat And I rely upon, The song in my ears.

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keep me in a space small enough to keep close and reach into whenever you need something and small enough to forget about out of sight gone for now wait and wait and wait for that moment where you remember i was always there in that too-small, small enough space never out of reach easily accessible easily forgotten use me like it doesn't matter treat me like i'm small wait and wait and waiting still

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Div-eintotheocean

Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC

mkhjvr

KEEP ME

keep me in a space small enough to keep close and reach into whenever you need something and small enough to forget about out of sight gone for now wait and wait and wait for that moment where you remember i was always there in that too-small, small enough space never out of reach easily accessible easily forgotten use me like it doesn't matter treat me like i'm small wait and wait and waiting still

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How loving could be so different you clasp both of your hands every sunday morning, while i bow and press my temple against the floor everytime the sun moves the shadows from its place, 5 times a day How loving could be so different christmas tree are present at the end of the year, with a bunch of perfectly wrapped gifts around, while i hold my hunger,temptation, and thirst when the sun scorches the most, with the limited time to break it only at dawn and night, How loving could be so different we can barely see what the differences are laughing at pointless jokes words are overflowing endless bickering at every conversation unintentional soft slap on shoulders same footsteps, and i guess we don't mind at all How loving could be so different we both believe god do exist he is the all-mighty he is the most merciful god is great god is good alas, alas, god is different for us

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC

Div-eintotheocean

Clasped Hands;

How loving could be so different you clasp both of your hands every sunday morning, while i bow and press my temple against the floor everytime the sun moves the shadows from its place, 5 times a day How loving could be so different christmas tree are present at the end of the year, with a bunch of perfectly wrapped gifts around, while i hold my hunger,temptation, and thirst when the sun scorches the most, with the limited time to break it only at dawn and night, How loving could be so different we can barely see what the differences are laughing at pointless jokes words are overflowing endless bickering at every conversation unintentional soft slap on shoulders same footsteps, and i guess we don't mind at all How loving could be so different we both believe god do exist he is the all-mighty he is the most merciful god is great god is good alas, alas, god is different for us

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We are the ones who are hard to understand We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre because the ending scene made us cry We'll stop to smell the roses because they deserve to be appreciated We are the ones who will take the time to learn what keeps you up at night We are the ones who will imagine an entire future of adventures with the people who show us love We are the ones who will love you more than we love ourselves We will give you our strongest parts in hopes that we can make things better We desire to see you become the best you to make sure that you always feel our love We crave affection and appreciation We give a piece of ourselves away every day sometimes to people who don't deserve it Our love is easy to take advantage of and sometimes we don't get back the love that we give away When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart We constantly have to put ourselves back together We are more fragile than we like to give off We carry our emotions on our sleeves Our flaws have the ability to consume us We aren't afraid to give you the world but we are afraid to feel unloved We want you to see what we see We want you to understand where we're coming from We are good people with good intentions We are stronger than we believe Not everyone can feel the way we feel We feel too much, too often We are not hard to love We are something not everyone knows how to love But you need to remember that your worth does not change just because no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you You are not any less lovable You are the most lovable person in the world You are a light that the world needs Your kindness is not your weakness You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance You do not need to stop giving love just because you don't get any back Your heart is the best thing about you And one day when you least expect it someone will notice you from across the room and know exactly how to love you They will think all of these things are beautiful They will deserve the love you can give They will fill the empty space in your heart But for now, don't stop feeling We are the ones who feel everything so deeply We are the ones who can't give up because We are the ones who will teach the world how to love

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Div-eintotheocean

Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

absgregs

To the ones who feel everything

We are the ones who are hard to understand We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre because the ending scene made us cry We'll stop to smell the roses because they deserve to be appreciated We are the ones who will take the time to learn what keeps you up at night We are the ones who will imagine an entire future of adventures with the people who show us love We are the ones who will love you more than we love ourselves We will give you our strongest parts in hopes that we can make things better We desire to see you become the best you to make sure that you always feel our love We crave affection and appreciation We give a piece of ourselves away every day sometimes to people who don't deserve it Our love is easy to take advantage of and sometimes we don't get back the love that we give away When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart We constantly have to put ourselves back together We are more fragile than we like to give off We carry our emotions on our sleeves Our flaws have the ability to consume us We aren't afraid to give you the world but we are afraid to feel unloved We want you to see what we see We want you to understand where we're coming from We are good people with good intentions We are stronger than we believe Not everyone can feel the way we feel We feel too much, too often We are not hard to love We are something not everyone knows how to love But you need to remember that your worth does not change just because no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you You are not any less lovable You are the most lovable person in the world You are a light that the world needs Your kindness is not your weakness You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance You do not need to stop giving love just because you don't get any back Your heart is the best thing about you And one day when you least expect it someone will notice you from across the room and know exactly how to love you They will think all of these things are beautiful They will deserve the love you can give They will fill the empty space in your heart But for now, don't stop feeling We are the ones who feel everything so deeply We are the ones who can't give up because We are the ones who will teach the world how to love

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I am depressed again. I'm not mad at myself for it. I realized because things that don't usually bother me Are starting to eat away at me like invisible cancer That doesn't show up on the scans But I can feel it in my chest An illness only I can see I am diseased Mentally My brain has been infected with bugs lately Everyone of them attempting to convince me I am not worth the work or the money or the hurt That maybe none of this matters That maybe I miss them That maybe It still makes me sad To wonder about. I started staying up late again Feeling sad and alone into the early hours of the morning Depression is so frustrating because everyone around you has no idea what's happening so you just stand there talking nonsense trying not to let them peek but some part of you wants them to understand so badly But how could they? After all Depression lusts after lonely Depression sweeps isolation up in his arms and twirls her Romantically Depression loves that I love how I write when he's here Depression doesn't have a name But when he visits me I am split between angry and nostalgia Because I know sad Well It is familiar It is like family It visits me And I cannot decide how long it will stay But I can brave conversations I cannot run away.

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Div-eintotheocean

Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC

miriam-harrington

This too shall pass

I am depressed again. I'm not mad at myself for it. I realized because things that don't usually bother me Are starting to eat away at me like invisible cancer That doesn't show up on the scans But I can feel it in my chest An illness only I can see I am diseased Mentally My brain has been infected with bugs lately Everyone of them attempting to convince me I am not worth the work or the money or the hurt That maybe none of this matters That maybe I miss them That maybe It still makes me sad To wonder about. I started staying up late again Feeling sad and alone into the early hours of the morning Depression is so frustrating because everyone around you has no idea what's happening so you just stand there talking nonsense trying not to let them peek but some part of you wants them to understand so badly But how could they? After all Depression lusts after lonely Depression sweeps isolation up in his arms and twirls her Romantically Depression loves that I love how I write when he's here Depression doesn't have a name But when he visits me I am split between angry and nostalgia Because I know sad Well It is familiar It is like family It visits me And I cannot decide how long it will stay But I can brave conversations I cannot run away.

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