Eleanor-better - Hello Poetry

I wish I had a pain medication strong enough to cure this headache we call life

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC

I wish I had a pain medication strong enough to cure this headache we call life

Come and breathe with me. Close your eyes and feel what I feel. You cant can you? You cant close them, because we are standing on the edge of a cliff. Your closed eyes would only make you sway. Gravity will call your name and your feet will betray you. Breathe in the air of disaster. Do you smell its smoke? Its sweet is it not? Its enticing and dangerous and you want to breathe deeper. Your nose is a ****** for the scent. Feel this wind that sweeps around our barely lifeless bodies. Like mannequins we stand here quietly. Almost like we are invisible. That is how the world feels. People rushing by and around me like the breeze. I watch silently from within my own body unable to control anything on the outside. I watch others control my own actions. They put me in danger and I let them. Why do I let them? Answer me why do I let them? Breathe in this truth with me. The truth that we are never controlled by our own will but by the fear from within us. The things we have gone through in the past. The unknown. It takes us by the hand and leads the way. We call out and ask where it is taking us but does it answer? Why would it? I already know. It takes us to the end. So breathe with me and we will wait on this cliff edge a little longer for the void to call our names.

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC

Come breathe with me

Come and breathe with me. Close your eyes and feel what I feel. You cant can you? You cant close them, because we are standing on the edge of a cliff. Your closed eyes would only make you sway. Gravity will call your name and your feet will betray you. Breathe in the air of disaster. Do you smell its smoke? Its sweet is it not? Its enticing and dangerous and you want to breathe deeper. Your nose is a ****** for the scent. Feel this wind that sweeps around our barely lifeless bodies. Like mannequins we stand here quietly. Almost like we are invisible. That is how the world feels. People rushing by and around me like the breeze. I watch silently from within my own body unable to control anything on the outside. I watch others control my own actions. They put me in danger and I let them. Why do I let them? Answer me why do I let them? Breathe in this truth with me. The truth that we are never controlled by our own will but by the fear from within us. The things we have gone through in the past. The unknown. It takes us by the hand and leads the way. We call out and ask where it is taking us but does it answer? Why would it? I already know. It takes us to the end. So breathe with me and we will wait on this cliff edge a little longer for the void to call our names.

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We write as to not be bored. Bored out of our minds, we start to see & feel & think things we never hoped to see & feel & think. Thoughts of death & sorrow haunt our minds when there is nothing else to do. We start to forget who we are & where we came from. We are lost in our own internal dialogue, escaping what we feel we cannot handle. After just moments of our boredom, we are gone & lost to the secret world within, & perhaps, there is no point in trying to find our way out. - Z.B.

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Aug 2, 2019

Aug 2, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC

Boredom

We write as to not be bored. Bored out of our minds, we start to see & feel & think things we never hoped to see & feel & think. Thoughts of death & sorrow haunt our minds when there is nothing else to do. We start to forget who we are & where we came from. We are lost in our own internal dialogue, escaping what we feel we cannot handle. After just moments of our boredom, we are gone & lost to the secret world within, & perhaps, there is no point in trying to find our way out. - Z.B.

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There is something to be said about being alone in the dark. A sort of soft silence, when one rests on the floor. Mentally uncomfortable. Eyes gaze to the ceiling and the mind as blank as the feeling of apathy which stands before. There is something to be said about being desolate in the dark. A sort of calm, when the same melancholy song plays in the ears. Eyes squint, but never falter. The ears attentive to repetitive words, although never becoming completely clear. A longing for companionship, but the same time the sad solitude is just so selfishly, sickenly sweet. The pound of the drums in the ears. The darkness before the eyes. The realization of how late in the night one has reached. Oh yes, oh yes indeed. There is something to be said about being detached and floating in the dark. A sort of morose addictive loneliness. The stillness all around. Falling in love with the sorrow. Eyes stay drawn like light curtains, while the ears still listen deeply, never falling into the slumber that should be awaiting.

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC

Uncomfortable Night

There is something to be said about being alone in the dark. A sort of soft silence, when one rests on the floor. Mentally uncomfortable. Eyes gaze to the ceiling and the mind as blank as the feeling of apathy which stands before. There is something to be said about being desolate in the dark. A sort of calm, when the same melancholy song plays in the ears. Eyes squint, but never falter. The ears attentive to repetitive words, although never becoming completely clear. A longing for companionship, but the same time the sad solitude is just so selfishly, sickenly sweet. The pound of the drums in the ears. The darkness before the eyes. The realization of how late in the night one has reached. Oh yes, oh yes indeed. There is something to be said about being detached and floating in the dark. A sort of morose addictive loneliness. The stillness all around. Falling in love with the sorrow. Eyes stay drawn like light curtains, while the ears still listen deeply, never falling into the slumber that should be awaiting.

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Hello small collective group of people who were nice enough to follow me on this wonderful little website! This isn't a poem obviously, but since I have been absent for more than half a year just wanted to let anyone who cared know that I'm back and doing well (: Virginia

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC

Just an Update

Hello small collective group of people who were nice enough to follow me on this wonderful little website! This isn't a poem obviously, but since I have been absent for more than half a year just wanted to let anyone who cared know that I'm back and doing well (: Virginia

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Under the branches Where the tall grass grows, There’s a people who hide And no one knows. The way they survive Is like none other, For they fear the world And all its terror. They hear the voices And see the shadows, They live in darkness And shake and cower. They live but In harsh conditions, Making the craziest Rash decisions. Everyone wants To put them to death, But I say stand up And fight for who’s left. The problem doesn’t lie In the heart of the ****** But in the mind Their thoughts are filled with typos. They twitch and hide And want to die, But nobody sees The demons inside. The voices that haunt them The nightmares that stick, The noises torture them Jumping off the highest peak. Terror and delusion The river that roars, The horrible psychosis The mania implores. These people know nothing But how to live, With the horrible fate That they’ll never be saved.

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC

Schizophrenia

Under the branches Where the tall grass grows, There’s a people who hide And no one knows. The way they survive Is like none other, For they fear the world And all its terror. They hear the voices And see the shadows, They live in darkness And shake and cower. They live but In harsh conditions, Making the craziest Rash decisions. Everyone wants To put them to death, But I say stand up And fight for who’s left. The problem doesn’t lie In the heart of the ****** But in the mind Their thoughts are filled with typos. They twitch and hide And want to die, But nobody sees The demons inside. The voices that haunt them The nightmares that stick, The noises torture them Jumping off the highest peak. Terror and delusion The river that roars, The horrible psychosis The mania implores. These people know nothing But how to live, With the horrible fate That they’ll never be saved.

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Complicated and lovely Graceful and ***** Love and all its tragedy Drags the innocent into uncertainty Pretty flower, prim and proper Had to do what everyone told her It was his time to return And she had no time to mourn She was already gone And he had to wait for the sun Married away was the sweet flower Lost in blue was the Great Locked away happily in a tower She never thought of her lover’s fate He built a fortress with all his power Built his way to the top with a compelling name Yet she never saw his tragic effort She never noticed his fabulous fame Wrapped in a web the author was Watching all the tragic souls Lost in a whirl of their own morass The lies all lined with gold Angels eat their cake Going along with all the mendacities Turning eyes to the shade The innocent in the midst of uncertainty Love in the worst form Beautiful and torn Wrong and adorned Pure enough to mourn Never amounts to success Love is sinking Lost in a dream Like boats against the current Borne back ceaselessly Back into the past

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC

Great Gatsby

Complicated and lovely Graceful and ***** Love and all its tragedy Drags the innocent into uncertainty Pretty flower, prim and proper Had to do what everyone told her It was his time to return And she had no time to mourn She was already gone And he had to wait for the sun Married away was the sweet flower Lost in blue was the Great Locked away happily in a tower She never thought of her lover’s fate He built a fortress with all his power Built his way to the top with a compelling name Yet she never saw his tragic effort She never noticed his fabulous fame Wrapped in a web the author was Watching all the tragic souls Lost in a whirl of their own morass The lies all lined with gold Angels eat their cake Going along with all the mendacities Turning eyes to the shade The innocent in the midst of uncertainty Love in the worst form Beautiful and torn Wrong and adorned Pure enough to mourn Never amounts to success Love is sinking Lost in a dream Like boats against the current Borne back ceaselessly Back into the past

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Of all the worlds I fall into none. But space and time have no hold on me. I watch from above in aparent silence and wonder how I can get back to my body.

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC

Space

Of all the worlds I fall into none. But space and time have no hold on me. I watch from above in aparent silence and wonder how I can get back to my body.

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If the seas divided I'd jump into the stars because I can't stand to see separation. I dare not think of the idea of love chained apart. Scolded for being together.

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC

Amsterdam

If the seas divided I'd jump into the stars because I can't stand to see separation. I dare not think of the idea of love chained apart. Scolded for being together.

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some days I'm awake Others I'm asleep Try to relive the moment But unfortunately I'm too weak Asleep last for months Painful and dark Treading like a ghost in chains I can't get very far Blood is red And as warm as humidity Sticky and dead There is no serenity Being awake Is no better than asleep For that's when /they/ come The voices that scream Plenty of energy But nothing to do Seeing a door open Yet no one comes through Feeling as if Someone's touching your spine But you blink and realize It was only your mind These are the tortures Of awake and asleep Flipping back and forth As my sanity leaks

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC

Awake and Asleep

some days I'm awake Others I'm asleep Try to relive the moment But unfortunately I'm too weak Asleep last for months Painful and dark Treading like a ghost in chains I can't get very far Blood is red And as warm as humidity Sticky and dead There is no serenity Being awake Is no better than asleep For that's when /they/ come The voices that scream Plenty of energy But nothing to do Seeing a door open Yet no one comes through Feeling as if Someone's touching your spine But you blink and realize It was only your mind These are the tortures Of awake and asleep Flipping back and forth As my sanity leaks

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