J-M-W-M - Hello Poetry

I want my world to be as beautiful as the one you see

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC

J-M-W-M

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I want my world to be as beautiful as the one you see

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I don't want to be with her because in the long run she only makes me sad because I'm not good enough to fix her and I want to fix her but in the process I only get depressed and frustrated because I'm not good enough But I still love her

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Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

sighing

I don't want to be with her because in the long run she only makes me sad because I'm not good enough to fix her and I want to fix her but in the process I only get depressed and frustrated because I'm not good enough But I still love her

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I've been keeping a journal of trips I wish you'd taken with me. An album of photos you should have been in. A list of nights I wish you'd spent in my passenger seat. I've been collecting all of our favorite pieces of myself in a mason jar; Fireflies to leave by your bedside so if you wake up in the middle of the night you won't feel alone. I know too well the hourglass purgatory that is your absence; Frighteningly similar to the sensation of waking up in empty darkness, unable to remember falling asleep.

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J-M-W-M

Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC

Salsawater

The Ghost I've never known

I've been keeping a journal of trips I wish you'd taken with me. An album of photos you should have been in. A list of nights I wish you'd spent in my passenger seat. I've been collecting all of our favorite pieces of myself in a mason jar; Fireflies to leave by your bedside so if you wake up in the middle of the night you won't feel alone. I know too well the hourglass purgatory that is your absence; Frighteningly similar to the sensation of waking up in empty darkness, unable to remember falling asleep.

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I know now. Redemption hangs in the balance between the fertile crescent and the great pyramids. The Genesis and the deconstruction. The dowsing of the flame and the re-combustion. We're all promised what we won't find. That's why you build up hope and waste your time. Your position as protagonist will have you looking for exceptions, but we're all just clay living in the third dimension. Clocks twirl and sing to remind you to keep doing what you're doing, but you would anyway, so who are they fooling ? They're just as useless as the dollar or the president, or the concept of rules to our residence. And you can't shake the feeling that removing yourself would be best. Though you're probably right, because our stagnant plight is leading to the roots and dirt. (It's clear as day) But no one can stomach this, frightened and ****** so with new ideals or meanings we will flirt. Be free.

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J-M-W-M

Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC

nicholas-foster

Yearn

I know now. Redemption hangs in the balance between the fertile crescent and the great pyramids. The Genesis and the deconstruction. The dowsing of the flame and the re-combustion. We're all promised what we won't find. That's why you build up hope and waste your time. Your position as protagonist will have you looking for exceptions, but we're all just clay living in the third dimension. Clocks twirl and sing to remind you to keep doing what you're doing, but you would anyway, so who are they fooling ? They're just as useless as the dollar or the president, or the concept of rules to our residence. And you can't shake the feeling that removing yourself would be best. Though you're probably right, because our stagnant plight is leading to the roots and dirt. (It's clear as day) But no one can stomach this, frightened and ****** so with new ideals or meanings we will flirt. Be free.

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I do not want to see the morning I will not see the sunlight break through windows because it will never compare to the mornings I spent with you if the ****** light of day cannot shine on you face I have no reason to see it

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

no need

I do not want to see the morning I will not see the sunlight break through windows because it will never compare to the mornings I spent with you if the ****** light of day cannot shine on you face I have no reason to see it

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I know that it is wrong to complete a puzzle from the inside out but I think that it is going to be the only way to fill the wholes you've left in me so now I find myself vacuuming my bed sheets with my nostrils because I know that the smell of your too short cut hair is the only thing that will grant me some sleep I've concluded that it must be your fault that all my lighters have no safetys I remember cutting my gums every time I'd bite one off for you Blood just so lighting your cigarette was easier But things never were made easy for me, were they? You ran me dry of money, dry of money, dry of tears So much time spent on you

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Mar 19, 2016

Mar 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

Untitled

I know that it is wrong to complete a puzzle from the inside out but I think that it is going to be the only way to fill the wholes you've left in me so now I find myself vacuuming my bed sheets with my nostrils because I know that the smell of your too short cut hair is the only thing that will grant me some sleep I've concluded that it must be your fault that all my lighters have no safetys I remember cutting my gums every time I'd bite one off for you Blood just so lighting your cigarette was easier But things never were made easy for me, were they? You ran me dry of money, dry of money, dry of tears So much time spent on you

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finding little pieces of shrapnel buried in my brain I can't pluck them out like I would Rose thorns in my skin but I can feel them shake shake shake like beads in a baby's rattle every time I walk past a girl who can also stare right through the fabric of my being Airport security always stop me, strips me and is puzzled to find that there no bombs in my bags or on my person. But what they don't know is that I really could explode at any moment Brimming over with words to say to you if I could ever see you again But this time I want to really see you Not sneak into a hospital Run past doctors, surgeons, and your parents Only to catch a glimpse of you being kept alive by modern medicine

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Mar 13, 2016

Mar 13, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

Secret Chemical X

finding little pieces of shrapnel buried in my brain I can't pluck them out like I would Rose thorns in my skin but I can feel them shake shake shake like beads in a baby's rattle every time I walk past a girl who can also stare right through the fabric of my being Airport security always stop me, strips me and is puzzled to find that there no bombs in my bags or on my person. But what they don't know is that I really could explode at any moment Brimming over with words to say to you if I could ever see you again But this time I want to really see you Not sneak into a hospital Run past doctors, surgeons, and your parents Only to catch a glimpse of you being kept alive by modern medicine

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YEARS AGO I knew that I liked you It was your short hair It was because you seemed unobtainable NOW I think that you forgot that I exist

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

LLIJ

YEARS AGO I knew that I liked you It was your short hair It was because you seemed unobtainable NOW I think that you forgot that I exist

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it is getting to the point where I am going to die because with each step we take farther from each other I feel my hear strings draw taut they will not snap, the ties that we had a stronger than twine they must be spider webs 1,000 times stronger than steel and I'm stuck here, I've stopped running away from you so each step you will not cut our ties only tear my heart and I understand that you can't stand to associate with me anymore but just keep a steady pace so I can familiarize myself with the rhythm of a breaking heart

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

Do not trip

it is getting to the point where I am going to die because with each step we take farther from each other I feel my hear strings draw taut they will not snap, the ties that we had a stronger than twine they must be spider webs 1,000 times stronger than steel and I'm stuck here, I've stopped running away from you so each step you will not cut our ties only tear my heart and I understand that you can't stand to associate with me anymore but just keep a steady pace so I can familiarize myself with the rhythm of a breaking heart

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No one has ever made me feel like you do but you cannot ***** out who I am My old demons bark at me from the cages that I have locked them in The reoccurring memories serve as slabs of meat that are throw to the dogs, they rip and tear through ****** flesh I am sorry that I am not near, not close enough when you need me most Not close enough for you I think you should know that every song we used to sing echos endlessly in the halls of my heart, clamoring, smashing, banging all there is to break. Now let me rest my tired feet, let me re-lace my boots Because I have been running for far to long from something that is still exactly where I left it.

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Feb 23, 2016

Feb 23, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC

J-M-W-M

Words to refract my faults

No one has ever made me feel like you do but you cannot ***** out who I am My old demons bark at me from the cages that I have locked them in The reoccurring memories serve as slabs of meat that are throw to the dogs, they rip and tear through ****** flesh I am sorry that I am not near, not close enough when you need me most Not close enough for you I think you should know that every song we used to sing echos endlessly in the halls of my heart, clamoring, smashing, banging all there is to break. Now let me rest my tired feet, let me re-lace my boots Because I have been running for far to long from something that is still exactly where I left it.

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