Esther_lowo - Hello Poetry

The Jar I tried to feel. I tried to understand this unpleasant feeling For I was told it would be healing I opened the jar where I hid them all Like a busy ant colony, I let them scatter and crawl all over my body It felt as if I was drowning in a sea of memories A sea of my hopes and fears I tried to control them but it only brought tears. I tried again My heart overwhelmed with anxiety, I opened the jar once more And it attacked me like before This time, it relentlessly ate away at my soul. I reached for the jar Filled with the urge to be free From the feelings that bind me They won’t let me be. I tried so hard These feelings so intense Make me question my good sense The jar overflowing with emotions I could no longer control, swallowed me like a black hole. I knew what I had to do I reached for the jar once again Tightly, I closed it in pain And they quickly flew away. I told myself “Maybe not today.”

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Jan 23, 2020

Jan 23, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC

The Jar

The Jar I tried to feel. I tried to understand this unpleasant feeling For I was told it would be healing I opened the jar where I hid them all Like a busy ant colony, I let them scatter and crawl all over my body It felt as if I was drowning in a sea of memories A sea of my hopes and fears I tried to control them but it only brought tears. I tried again My heart overwhelmed with anxiety, I opened the jar once more And it attacked me like before This time, it relentlessly ate away at my soul. I reached for the jar Filled with the urge to be free From the feelings that bind me They won’t let me be. I tried so hard These feelings so intense Make me question my good sense The jar overflowing with emotions I could no longer control, swallowed me like a black hole. I knew what I had to do I reached for the jar once again Tightly, I closed it in pain And they quickly flew away. I told myself “Maybe not today.”

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Brain: “When will he be back? Isn’t he going to call soon?” Heart: “He left, remember?” Brain: “But why? after all the fun memories we made? He was so in love with us” Heart: “People change.”

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Jan 22, 2020

Jan 22, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC

Late night thoughts

Brain: “When will he be back? Isn’t he going to call soon?” Heart: “He left, remember?” Brain: “But why? after all the fun memories we made? He was so in love with us” Heart: “People change.”

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She may be broken now but the thing is Her brokenness is strength, seen as weakness by others, it becomes one of her greatest strengths It will bring forth a never-ending length of inspiration, goals, and desires Her brokenness is healing, As her scars, wounds and bruises begin to fade a new sense of self, one she is yet to be acquainted with emerges Here she will realize her brokenness is not what defines her, but simply her will. Greater than the eye of a storm, her strength stretches further than the roots of a grandmother willow whom has bared generations on generation. Like a baby who opens its eyes for the first time Her eyes will squint and twinkle at the light of her true worth She embraces the light, she soaks in the light, she allows the light engulfs her for she now know who she is. Giving was her weakness. Giving was her strength. In her light, she sees her power to control what to give, who to give and when to give. No longer will she give to those who only take from her to those who only drain her. She will give to those who fill her, she gives to those who give to her because they know the light of her worth. The light of her worth Her light Her worth Her

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC

She may be Broken

She may be broken now but the thing is Her brokenness is strength, seen as weakness by others, it becomes one of her greatest strengths It will bring forth a never-ending length of inspiration, goals, and desires Her brokenness is healing, As her scars, wounds and bruises begin to fade a new sense of self, one she is yet to be acquainted with emerges Here she will realize her brokenness is not what defines her, but simply her will. Greater than the eye of a storm, her strength stretches further than the roots of a grandmother willow whom has bared generations on generation. Like a baby who opens its eyes for the first time Her eyes will squint and twinkle at the light of her true worth She embraces the light, she soaks in the light, she allows the light engulfs her for she now know who she is. Giving was her weakness. Giving was her strength. In her light, she sees her power to control what to give, who to give and when to give. No longer will she give to those who only take from her to those who only drain her. She will give to those who fill her, she gives to those who give to her because they know the light of her worth. The light of her worth Her light Her worth Her

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There’s an empty world deep in my heart Lonely eyes trapped in darkness The truth is hidden by scars

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC

Save me

There’s an empty world deep in my heart Lonely eyes trapped in darkness The truth is hidden by scars

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I’m stuck in a waiting room between Heaven and Hell It’s suffocating Yet it somehow feels free The actions I make in this room will lead me to my final destination Some say the wait is too short and other believe it is too long Most people just enjoy it This waiting room called “Life”

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC

Waiting Room

I’m stuck in a waiting room between Heaven and Hell It’s suffocating Yet it somehow feels free The actions I make in this room will lead me to my final destination Some say the wait is too short and other believe it is too long Most people just enjoy it This waiting room called “Life”

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Friends With Benefits Emotional Frustration Sensual Addiction Physical Attraction Mental Confusion Living a fantasy Thinking reality Messy feelings Lust, Love Sin

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC

Friends With Benefits

Friends With Benefits Emotional Frustration Sensual Addiction Physical Attraction Mental Confusion Living a fantasy Thinking reality Messy feelings Lust, Love Sin

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Hey I'm not Asian I'm nigerian

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Oct 10, 2016

Oct 10, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC

Me

Hey I'm not Asian I'm nigerian

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Some days are good days. Some days are bad days. Pain is played in slow motion, Happiness in Fast forward. I think about my day every night, Only to regret all the decisions I made. During the day I act totally fine, But on the inside I have break downs And start dying, with no Motivation to move on. Why is it so hard? To be 'normal' for once

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC

Depression is my Obsession

Some days are good days. Some days are bad days. Pain is played in slow motion, Happiness in Fast forward. I think about my day every night, Only to regret all the decisions I made. During the day I act totally fine, But on the inside I have break downs And start dying, with no Motivation to move on. Why is it so hard? To be 'normal' for once

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I'm infatuated with you My heart skips a beat when I Think of you But when I'm with you, I feel nothing. You're on my mind, day and night. Through out the day you're out of sight. You're in my dreams This isn't love, It's only an illusion. The illusion that I love you, And you love me back, Together at last. I'm infatuated with you

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

Infatuated

I'm infatuated with you My heart skips a beat when I Think of you But when I'm with you, I feel nothing. You're on my mind, day and night. Through out the day you're out of sight. You're in my dreams This isn't love, It's only an illusion. The illusion that I love you, And you love me back, Together at last. I'm infatuated with you

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No! Please don't go You can't leave me here I'm not a pro. It hurts to see you this way When your sky's are gray And I can't do anything. No matter how much I try You keep saying goodbye It scares me. Why can't you agree? Life is worth living And thanksgiving. You say your only depressed But obviously your broken, Live a fragile vase, Cracked and shattered. No need to worry, I'll pick up the pieces Even if you say no I don't care weather I get hurt All that matters is that Your back as one.

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Feb 27, 2016

Feb 27, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC

I care

No! Please don't go You can't leave me here I'm not a pro. It hurts to see you this way When your sky's are gray And I can't do anything. No matter how much I try You keep saying goodbye It scares me. Why can't you agree? Life is worth living And thanksgiving. You say your only depressed But obviously your broken, Live a fragile vase, Cracked and shattered. No need to worry, I'll pick up the pieces Even if you say no I don't care weather I get hurt All that matters is that Your back as one.

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