KeepMoving - Hello Poetry

I left for a few weeks, To think over things. I lost someone I loved dearly, And wasn't thinking clearly. I forced some words of comfort, And built up the walls of my mental fort. I flash a couple hollow smiles, To hide the pain I keep in piles. I wanted to scream "I"M IN PAIN!", But I simply refrain. I burn inside with hollow smiles, As my family stays in denial. My best friend took their life, Instead of facing strife. They grabbed a knife, As they suffered in silence, a pain filled rife. I cut for the first time, As I thought of his collection of dimes. Gone he is, Gone he'll be. For the rest of eternity.

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

hollow smiles.

I left for a few weeks, To think over things. I lost someone I loved dearly, And wasn't thinking clearly. I forced some words of comfort, And built up the walls of my mental fort. I flash a couple hollow smiles, To hide the pain I keep in piles. I wanted to scream "I"M IN PAIN!", But I simply refrain. I burn inside with hollow smiles, As my family stays in denial. My best friend took their life, Instead of facing strife. They grabbed a knife, As they suffered in silence, a pain filled rife. I cut for the first time, As I thought of his collection of dimes. Gone he is, Gone he'll be. For the rest of eternity.

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My words bunch up in my throat. I want to comfort people with my words, sweet as honey, But they're too thick to come out. I finally get them out, but they're weak and useless. How do I get them out? My touch falters. I try to reach out and help with a gentle touch, But it lands awkward and uncomfortable, People edge away not wanting to be touched by me. How do I fix my touch? My eyes betray. I try to tell stories through my eyes, To spare people my words, that stick like honey, I look to try and keep my poisoned hands away from them, But all they display is hurt and sadness. How do light them? My writing helps. I write down all the thoughts that stick like honey. I try to touch the reader's heart with my words. I hide behind a screen so they don't have to see my eyes filled with sadness. How do I do this without a screen and keyboard?

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC

how?

My words bunch up in my throat. I want to comfort people with my words, sweet as honey, But they're too thick to come out. I finally get them out, but they're weak and useless. How do I get them out? My touch falters. I try to reach out and help with a gentle touch, But it lands awkward and uncomfortable, People edge away not wanting to be touched by me. How do I fix my touch? My eyes betray. I try to tell stories through my eyes, To spare people my words, that stick like honey, I look to try and keep my poisoned hands away from them, But all they display is hurt and sadness. How do light them? My writing helps. I write down all the thoughts that stick like honey. I try to touch the reader's heart with my words. I hide behind a screen so they don't have to see my eyes filled with sadness. How do I do this without a screen and keyboard?

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Her favorite color was yellow, She said it was perfectly mellow, When we went to the meadow, She picked them and put them in her hair, streaming out the window. My favorite color is red. It burns with a ferocity that fills my head. It buzzes in my mind, even when I lay down in bed. It puts a pop anywhere, even in the mead. Together we made orange, vibrant as the sunset. We held our hands to the sky our eyes gleaming and wet. Because we knew all good things come to an end. We memorized each other because we didn't want to reach a bend, Where we would part forever. I stare at the sunset over the river, We used to love with fervor, But now my arm feels emptier, Not holding you beside me. I stare at the sunset, feeling bleak. I think of when I had you by me. I miss you so much it drowns me like the sea. I take a deep breath and let go. I can't hold onto your yellow. I let it flow into the air, it turns my mood even more mellow. I kiss the daisy in my hand goodbye and let you go.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

favorite color.

Her favorite color was yellow, She said it was perfectly mellow, When we went to the meadow, She picked them and put them in her hair, streaming out the window. My favorite color is red. It burns with a ferocity that fills my head. It buzzes in my mind, even when I lay down in bed. It puts a pop anywhere, even in the mead. Together we made orange, vibrant as the sunset. We held our hands to the sky our eyes gleaming and wet. Because we knew all good things come to an end. We memorized each other because we didn't want to reach a bend, Where we would part forever. I stare at the sunset over the river, We used to love with fervor, But now my arm feels emptier, Not holding you beside me. I stare at the sunset, feeling bleak. I think of when I had you by me. I miss you so much it drowns me like the sea. I take a deep breath and let go. I can't hold onto your yellow. I let it flow into the air, it turns my mood even more mellow. I kiss the daisy in my hand goodbye and let you go.

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Gravity. It holds me down with an iron fist. At least that's what I tell myself. It pins me to my bed, Not letting me get up to do anything. I finally defeat it, But he is not a forgiving force and he keeps pulling me down. I want to get up, But it's strength is more then I can handle. Gravity. I just want you to leave me alone, Though if I'm being logical, I'm not sure if you're the thing holding me down, But if you are as John Mayer would say, "Gravity, stay the hell away from me."

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May 22, 2018

May 22, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC

Gravity.

Gravity. It holds me down with an iron fist. At least that's what I tell myself. It pins me to my bed, Not letting me get up to do anything. I finally defeat it, But he is not a forgiving force and he keeps pulling me down. I want to get up, But it's strength is more then I can handle. Gravity. I just want you to leave me alone, Though if I'm being logical, I'm not sure if you're the thing holding me down, But if you are as John Mayer would say, "Gravity, stay the hell away from me."

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I speak my mind, And I'm rewarded with blank stares. "You're too young to not feel fine!" Yet I wake up every day to despair. I feel my hands trembling. I see their confusion. They aren't understanding. They yell at me to come back in unison. I'm only Thirteen, And I feel as if I have the weight of the world, Weighing down on me. Suffocating me, blocking out all my words. I write with my blood, I've watched my arms be drained, They see my cuts, And ask me how it happened. They think I'm too young to feel pain, But I have it in Spades. I can't tell them how it happened, so I run into the rain, Panting, exhausted, and lost, just looking for somewhere to stay. They don't understand, Your just a kid, Are you mad? Just because I'm young doesn't stop pain from digging a pit for me. I crawl into the pit every time, Knowing it's the only peace I'll ever have, Even if it is discomforting. They see me suffer in silence, with a confused look, they'll never understand such a young soul to be tormented like this.

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May 21, 2018

May 21, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC

Young.

I speak my mind, And I'm rewarded with blank stares. "You're too young to not feel fine!" Yet I wake up every day to despair. I feel my hands trembling. I see their confusion. They aren't understanding. They yell at me to come back in unison. I'm only Thirteen, And I feel as if I have the weight of the world, Weighing down on me. Suffocating me, blocking out all my words. I write with my blood, I've watched my arms be drained, They see my cuts, And ask me how it happened. They think I'm too young to feel pain, But I have it in Spades. I can't tell them how it happened, so I run into the rain, Panting, exhausted, and lost, just looking for somewhere to stay. They don't understand, Your just a kid, Are you mad? Just because I'm young doesn't stop pain from digging a pit for me. I crawl into the pit every time, Knowing it's the only peace I'll ever have, Even if it is discomforting. They see me suffer in silence, with a confused look, they'll never understand such a young soul to be tormented like this.

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You're like a bruise. Every time something touches you, you hurt, but you're fine when left alone. I try to heal you with my touch but only hurt you. I give you space so you heal, but you hold on so stubbornly. You're like a cut. I try to let you heal, but can't help but pick a little like a child, I try to pull you off but only hurt you more. You cling on until you heal, and then you are gone. You're like a knife in my side. People use you to hurt me. They twist the knife, to inflict hurt on me. I try to pull you out but I can't find the guts too, so you stay there, until I pull you out painfully. Why can't you see you're hurting me? You insist on holding onto me until you feel better, Then you toss me off like a used garment, beyond repair, Until you run out of other clothes to wear, so you use me. Making me hold onto your pain until you heal. I try to get rid of you, but only hurt you so much more, and, You know that I love you too much for that. So I sit and wait for you to heal, but some wounds don't heal.

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May 14, 2018

May 14, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC

Wounds.

You're like a bruise. Every time something touches you, you hurt, but you're fine when left alone. I try to heal you with my touch but only hurt you. I give you space so you heal, but you hold on so stubbornly. You're like a cut. I try to let you heal, but can't help but pick a little like a child, I try to pull you off but only hurt you more. You cling on until you heal, and then you are gone. You're like a knife in my side. People use you to hurt me. They twist the knife, to inflict hurt on me. I try to pull you out but I can't find the guts too, so you stay there, until I pull you out painfully. Why can't you see you're hurting me? You insist on holding onto me until you feel better, Then you toss me off like a used garment, beyond repair, Until you run out of other clothes to wear, so you use me. Making me hold onto your pain until you heal. I try to get rid of you, but only hurt you so much more, and, You know that I love you too much for that. So I sit and wait for you to heal, but some wounds don't heal.

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I stare at the cruel beast in my head with my mind's eye, He blocks out the sun, making himself look like a total fright, The muscle in my chest grow tight, He turns me against everyone I've ever loved, however he might, I feel the pressure on my relationships growing to a painful strain, It causes an indescribable pain, He tries to wrench me away from everything I love, he pours down reasons like rain, I stare at the beast, as he transforms into a reasonable person, trying to best for me, trying to separate me from my pain. But deep inside I know he's wrong, I turn and walk out of the fog, That has clouded my vision for years, I now know that the beast, is anger, and he I now know is a fraud. He feeds me lies and hateful half-truths written on harmless little paper wads, sneaking them into my mind, oh so innocently. I look now as I escape the fog and look into the sky, bright as the diamonds inside my loved one's eyes.

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC

Anger

I stare at the cruel beast in my head with my mind's eye, He blocks out the sun, making himself look like a total fright, The muscle in my chest grow tight, He turns me against everyone I've ever loved, however he might, I feel the pressure on my relationships growing to a painful strain, It causes an indescribable pain, He tries to wrench me away from everything I love, he pours down reasons like rain, I stare at the beast, as he transforms into a reasonable person, trying to best for me, trying to separate me from my pain. But deep inside I know he's wrong, I turn and walk out of the fog, That has clouded my vision for years, I now know that the beast, is anger, and he I now know is a fraud. He feeds me lies and hateful half-truths written on harmless little paper wads, sneaking them into my mind, oh so innocently. I look now as I escape the fog and look into the sky, bright as the diamonds inside my loved one's eyes.

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I read the words spelled on my screen, They sheen with a sadness only poets can create. My eye's gloss over with a wet sheen, The beautiful way the words dance, they make my heart levitate. We all need these words that pull out strings, They make the pain fade, if only for a short space. I urge you all to keep writing your beautiful poetry, Because you all truly put a smile on my face.

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC

Poetry

I read the words spelled on my screen, They sheen with a sadness only poets can create. My eye's gloss over with a wet sheen, The beautiful way the words dance, they make my heart levitate. We all need these words that pull out strings, They make the pain fade, if only for a short space. I urge you all to keep writing your beautiful poetry, Because you all truly put a smile on my face.

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I write to clear my head. I write the sad thoughts I think in bed. I try to release my feelings on paper, using ink, wielding a pen as a sword, To slash the pain I feel inside with every word. I use it as a shield against the raging attack of depression. It takes a lot to make even that small confession. The ache in my head recedes as if the ink is on the small table pen is taking the pain out of my fingertips, flowing on to paper, that I use as a shield. I look at the paper, that holds the words I use to protect myself against the evil that is pain, I smile at my new poem to wield.

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC

Poems

I write to clear my head. I write the sad thoughts I think in bed. I try to release my feelings on paper, using ink, wielding a pen as a sword, To slash the pain I feel inside with every word. I use it as a shield against the raging attack of depression. It takes a lot to make even that small confession. The ache in my head recedes as if the ink is on the small table pen is taking the pain out of my fingertips, flowing on to paper, that I use as a shield. I look at the paper, that holds the words I use to protect myself against the evil that is pain, I smile at my new poem to wield.

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You, yes you. The one with the broken smile. No, look up, your beautiful for who you are. I don't care how you look, or where you came from, You Are Beautiful. Despite what others may say, You Are Beautiful. Even though you may feel blue, You Are Beautiful. Just listen to me through the pain. You Are Beautiful. Your gender, race, past, do not have any hold on you anymore because, You Are Beautiful. I know the voices may say something else but, You Are Beautiful. I know you may roll your eyes but truly I know, You Are Beautiful. You may look in the mirror and see a disgusting mess, but your not, You Are Beautiful You may feel like a mess, but look up, You Are Beautiful. Through the loss, through the pain, through the ups and downs, You Are Beautiful. You have done more than you think, don't hang your head, You Are Beautiful. Despite the mistakes you may have made, or the cuts on your wrist, You Are Beautiful. You may feel anger, sadness, pain, lost, hopeless, but you should feel like, You Are Beautiful. There's no disguising the fact, that, You Are Beautiful.

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC

You Are Beautiful.

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