InHopeWorldRN - Hello Poetry

If anything, just notice me. Sympathise with me. But never, ever see me cry.

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Apr 25, 2021

Apr 25, 2021 at 11:27 PM UTC

If anything, just notice me. Sympathise with me. But never, ever see me cry.

I gaze into your eyes, you look just like him.. I can't forget you, nor will I forget him. I sink into your arms, and the only person I forget is my own self.

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Apr 22, 2021

Apr 22, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC

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I gaze into your eyes, you look just like him.. I can't forget you, nor will I forget him. I sink into your arms, and the only person I forget is my own self.

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look into their eyes wave selectively and see the sparks illuminate just like me

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC

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look into their eyes wave selectively and see the sparks illuminate just like me

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a silent pin drop vast into the ocean blue injustice no more

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC

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a silent pin drop vast into the ocean blue injustice no more

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I know you probably won’t be able to read this bit of my soul, but I just wanted to say that up until now, I’ve crossed an uncountable number of lines. To other people, it may seem like I make a big deal out of minuscule things, but as a human, I’ve made many, many mistakes..but, I’m not one to forgive myself. I’m the kind who fits herself into the stereotypes ones boxed into. I’m the “nerd”, “the mute”; “quiet kid”, “the hopeless romantic”, and every other category they box me into. I don’t fight back. I don’t look them in the eye. I just sit there with my head drooped, silently wishing to go by unnoticed, because the truth is..I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what they might say back. I’m afraid of messing up, I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid. But most of all..I’m afraid of their words. I’m afraid of their words because what they might say back is unknown. By the time I wait, the words just melt underneath my tongue, and all that’s left is the uncertainty. Through my experiences, I learned that I don’t need to be afraid. I learned that people can be harsh sometimes, but it’s not my fault. There’s nothing wrong with me. The only person who was wrong, was the person who thought they had power over me. The power to change my mind, to make me think that I’m not worth it. That I’m not worth it..? Then came these seven angels.. They taught me to love myself, little by little, everyday. My world turned right side up, and there was nothing left to lose. Back before then, I remember not bothering to look both ways before crossing the street, because I thought, there was no good reason to live. I was wrong. I slowly started to realize my worth, I wasn’t what people said I was, because the only definition they were giving, was a reflection of themselves. I mean sure not everything was perfect from then on since, but I still continued to love myself because of these seven men from South Korea who had such an impact on me, that I could never forget. From then on, I was the girl who didn’t let labels stop her from being her own self, I was the girl who kicked open the box of stereotypes she was stuck in for a long time. I was the girl who stopped apologizing for the things she did right. I was the girl who never stopped dreaming. But most of all..I am now the girl who’s not alone. I have these seven brave handsome looking knights and an entire “ARMY” after all.

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Apr 19, 2021

Apr 19, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC

stereotypes.

I know you probably won’t be able to read this bit of my soul, but I just wanted to say that up until now, I’ve crossed an uncountable number of lines. To other people, it may seem like I make a big deal out of minuscule things, but as a human, I’ve made many, many mistakes..but, I’m not one to forgive myself. I’m the kind who fits herself into the stereotypes ones boxed into. I’m the “nerd”, “the mute”; “quiet kid”, “the hopeless romantic”, and every other category they box me into. I don’t fight back. I don’t look them in the eye. I just sit there with my head drooped, silently wishing to go by unnoticed, because the truth is..I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what they might say back. I’m afraid of messing up, I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid. But most of all..I’m afraid of their words. I’m afraid of their words because what they might say back is unknown. By the time I wait, the words just melt underneath my tongue, and all that’s left is the uncertainty. Through my experiences, I learned that I don’t need to be afraid. I learned that people can be harsh sometimes, but it’s not my fault. There’s nothing wrong with me. The only person who was wrong, was the person who thought they had power over me. The power to change my mind, to make me think that I’m not worth it. That I’m not worth it..? Then came these seven angels.. They taught me to love myself, little by little, everyday. My world turned right side up, and there was nothing left to lose. Back before then, I remember not bothering to look both ways before crossing the street, because I thought, there was no good reason to live. I was wrong. I slowly started to realize my worth, I wasn’t what people said I was, because the only definition they were giving, was a reflection of themselves. I mean sure not everything was perfect from then on since, but I still continued to love myself because of these seven men from South Korea who had such an impact on me, that I could never forget. From then on, I was the girl who didn’t let labels stop her from being her own self, I was the girl who kicked open the box of stereotypes she was stuck in for a long time. I was the girl who stopped apologizing for the things she did right. I was the girl who never stopped dreaming. But most of all..I am now the girl who’s not alone. I have these seven brave handsome looking knights and an entire “ARMY” after all.

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ㅡ 💜] In all shades of purple; my violet crayons. The ones I never have enough of. The ones I use to colour the evening sky. Rare, but beautiful.

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC

Bangtan

ㅡ 💜] In all shades of purple; my violet crayons. The ones I never have enough of. The ones I use to colour the evening sky. Rare, but beautiful.

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A tiny face, hiding in the corner, regretting everything they have done..unaccepting, unforgiving, unloving. Guilt creeping up to something they haven’t even done, what’s worse is the aftertaste. Feeling, but not thinking. Knowing, but not understanding. Falling into the hands of the devil.

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC

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A tiny face, hiding in the corner, regretting everything they have done..unaccepting, unforgiving, unloving. Guilt creeping up to something they haven’t even done, what’s worse is the aftertaste. Feeling, but not thinking. Knowing, but not understanding. Falling into the hands of the devil.

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That little brown face you see In the suburbs, Sitting in the corner, in plain sight, yet unseen.. You glance towards her, that frail shabby outline, “Oh, poor thing”, you say.. And get on with your day. You don’t let your mind flicker, despite the horrors of that sight. ‘Cause you know, it was a fright..

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC

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That little brown face you see In the suburbs, Sitting in the corner, in plain sight, yet unseen.. You glance towards her, that frail shabby outline, “Oh, poor thing”, you say.. And get on with your day. You don’t let your mind flicker, despite the horrors of that sight. ‘Cause you know, it was a fright..

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Like her heart, the ocean deep, but will she ever see? Oh, the things she heard, the waves that crashed, the ocean’s breeze... Gleaming was the sun, like her smile, but did she know how bright? Was she feeling all locked up? Without anything to seek? With no real reason but to weep? Just the thoughts are what made her sad. Will she ever be glad? Battling her thoughts to know what’s right... Waiting for her chance to come in sight? Calm was she, like the breeze, But will she ever stop to breathe? The loss, the grief, taking her down, could she keep her secret the entire round? When a precious something gone all she can do is be calm? BE CALM!? I’ll tell you how to do that.. I’ll give you a piece of my mind Don’t you get it? She lost her sight..

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC

calming sounds: the true senses, out of sight.

Like her heart, the ocean deep, but will she ever see? Oh, the things she heard, the waves that crashed, the ocean’s breeze... Gleaming was the sun, like her smile, but did she know how bright? Was she feeling all locked up? Without anything to seek? With no real reason but to weep? Just the thoughts are what made her sad. Will she ever be glad? Battling her thoughts to know what’s right... Waiting for her chance to come in sight? Calm was she, like the breeze, But will she ever stop to breathe? The loss, the grief, taking her down, could she keep her secret the entire round? When a precious something gone all she can do is be calm? BE CALM!? I’ll tell you how to do that.. I’ll give you a piece of my mind Don’t you get it? She lost her sight..

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i stood on the sidelines as i watched everything fall apart. the monster in me, slowly fading.

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC

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i stood on the sidelines as i watched everything fall apart. the monster in me, slowly fading.

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