Kimbownolasco - Hello Poetry

Today I touched a blade, I rubbed against it and it all felt the same. I couldn’t tell the difference between the purple and the red From it drenched every drip against the metals melted way I couldn’t tell the difference between the fire and the rain, And every drink I sipped It all tasted the same. My hurt, I thought was loving, My loving only hurt. My mind weighed out and my heart feather like, Should I have never let it flown? -kn

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC

Kimbownolasco

Indifference

Today I touched a blade, I rubbed against it and it all felt the same. I couldn’t tell the difference between the purple and the red From it drenched every drip against the metals melted way I couldn’t tell the difference between the fire and the rain, And every drink I sipped It all tasted the same. My hurt, I thought was loving, My loving only hurt. My mind weighed out and my heart feather like, Should I have never let it flown? -kn

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I thought under your arms It was my security. I thought against your chest the beating that raised was nerves when you saw me. But now I know it was fear. That last breathe after ever kiss. Now I know it was a rush to air after trying to escape from what could of been a nightmare. It was my bitter skin that raised goosebumps at the end of your spine. I was a monster and you didn’t wanna love the beauty inside. I was a monster and you feared me like no other kind.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC

Kimbownolasco

I Was The Monster Under Your Bed

I thought under your arms It was my security. I thought against your chest the beating that raised was nerves when you saw me. But now I know it was fear. That last breathe after ever kiss. Now I know it was a rush to air after trying to escape from what could of been a nightmare. It was my bitter skin that raised goosebumps at the end of your spine. I was a monster and you didn’t wanna love the beauty inside. I was a monster and you feared me like no other kind.

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In the water My Atlantis of perished dreams Soak and sink. Plunging heavyweight anchors as each memory hits waters grounding. In the water air pocket bubbles left afloat, These are the bitting hopes I’ve left you to come and search. These are the hopes I’ve saved within myth of my Atlantis.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC

Kimbownolasco

Hope of Atlantis

In the water My Atlantis of perished dreams Soak and sink. Plunging heavyweight anchors as each memory hits waters grounding. In the water air pocket bubbles left afloat, These are the bitting hopes I’ve left you to come and search. These are the hopes I’ve saved within myth of my Atlantis.

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Dear Poetry, I left you for a month. I’ve ignored you so much but I’m sorry. I need you, you’ve help me when the going gets tough. You’ve helped me when all the sentences and phrases I say don’t unseal or make any general sense, You’ve helped me express myself When I am just a speechless coward and When I have no audacity to speak for my own conscience. You give them a home, All my mixed emotions and letters You call them poetry. Sense full or senseless Forgive me, I need you, I need you more than before.

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

Kimbownolasco

Dear Poetry, I’m Sorry.

Dear Poetry, I left you for a month. I’ve ignored you so much but I’m sorry. I need you, you’ve help me when the going gets tough. You’ve helped me when all the sentences and phrases I say don’t unseal or make any general sense, You’ve helped me express myself When I am just a speechless coward and When I have no audacity to speak for my own conscience. You give them a home, All my mixed emotions and letters You call them poetry. Sense full or senseless Forgive me, I need you, I need you more than before.

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These aren’t poems, These are my thoughts

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

Kimbownolasco

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These aren’t poems, These are my thoughts

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I hate that I hate myself.

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC

Kimbownolasco

Love me

I hate that I hate myself.

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I hate my weight I hate these pounds I count calories till I drop to the ground Till ribs show and empty is normal sound Till mind is distant from body, core Till I anxiously weight myself scales to be broke Till want is more lost than a pound or so Only wanting to disappear I wish I’d float away like ashes of dust, weightless kites, sails on a boat Till all seems to match the void coiled inside Till I’m lost in an obsessional trail of mind till I feel to be fed, freely my conscience is only full Because I look in the mirror and ought to believe in me not a person I wish really I was not

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC

Kimbownolasco

Anorexic

I hate my weight I hate these pounds I count calories till I drop to the ground Till ribs show and empty is normal sound Till mind is distant from body, core Till I anxiously weight myself scales to be broke Till want is more lost than a pound or so Only wanting to disappear I wish I’d float away like ashes of dust, weightless kites, sails on a boat Till all seems to match the void coiled inside Till I’m lost in an obsessional trail of mind till I feel to be fed, freely my conscience is only full Because I look in the mirror and ought to believe in me not a person I wish really I was not

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You’re enough to be more than good for me but for her you are just enough to be good

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC