LifeDeathReBirth - Hello Poetry

It’s been 8 years. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy. It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper. It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived. Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move. It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough. Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC

She’s alive, even 8 years later.

It’s been 8 years. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy. It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper. It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived. Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move. It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough. Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once

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I crave, I crave for you my love. I crave for your lust. I crave for you my love, Skin on skin. Breath on breath. Beat on beat. I crave for you my love. I crave your affection, Eye to eye. Lips to lips. Hands on hands. I crave for you my love. But our love so strong, It becomes a poison, A poison forbidden. A love forbidden. I crave for you my love, But our love forbidden, Forever a poison.

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Sep 17, 2020

Sep 17, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC

The Forbidden Love

I crave, I crave for you my love. I crave for your lust. I crave for you my love, Skin on skin. Breath on breath. Beat on beat. I crave for you my love. I crave your affection, Eye to eye. Lips to lips. Hands on hands. I crave for you my love. But our love so strong, It becomes a poison, A poison forbidden. A love forbidden. I crave for you my love, But our love forbidden, Forever a poison.

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They were told To pick up a pen And start writing A class filled with souls Sleep less Peace less Dark souls Told to pick up a pen And start writing What did they know? How would they know? Oh poor soul How will you let bleed On a piece of paper Drowning with emotions When you can’t reciprocate The pain of another Sleep less Peace less Dark soul Oh poor soul I pity you For trying to bleed on a paper Drowning in emotions When you yourself Are a soul Wandering in the world Of poets Like the Sleep less Peace less Dark soul You are.

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Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC

the strange connection of words.

They were told To pick up a pen And start writing A class filled with souls Sleep less Peace less Dark souls Told to pick up a pen And start writing What did they know? How would they know? Oh poor soul How will you let bleed On a piece of paper Drowning with emotions When you can’t reciprocate The pain of another Sleep less Peace less Dark soul Oh poor soul I pity you For trying to bleed on a paper Drowning in emotions When you yourself Are a soul Wandering in the world Of poets Like the Sleep less Peace less Dark soul You are.

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Today is another empty day I woke up heavy Head dizzy, mind lost and feelings non-existant Why do I have to feel this way this feeling of nothing and everything This feeling It’s not going away Not getting over this **** I’m not sad but I’m ******* crying I’m not happy but I laugh I have to laugh We all do Or else we’re just gonna die I mean I’m already dying Dying on the inside Dying on the outside Slowly deeply Dying

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC

dying everyday

Today is another empty day I woke up heavy Head dizzy, mind lost and feelings non-existant Why do I have to feel this way this feeling of nothing and everything This feeling It’s not going away Not getting over this **** I’m not sad but I’m ******* crying I’m not happy but I laugh I have to laugh We all do Or else we’re just gonna die I mean I’m already dying Dying on the inside Dying on the outside Slowly deeply Dying

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right in my face in the middle of the class she threw this right to my face **** your respect and **** you this is the worst anyone can do you wanted to see how I felt? I felt miserable I thought there might be some good in you maybe we could solve this this misunderstanding but no, today you proved me wrong actually I’m just relieved but ****** I wanted this to work but I was never sure it would today I know it would’ve never worked since you’re a ***** not sorry for the miserable language either thanks d for proving me wrong once again and thanks for making me realise that sometimes people can be, not a blessing; but a lesson in life.

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Dec 3, 2018

Dec 3, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC

proven wrong for being nice?

right in my face in the middle of the class she threw this right to my face **** your respect and **** you this is the worst anyone can do you wanted to see how I felt? I felt miserable I thought there might be some good in you maybe we could solve this this misunderstanding but no, today you proved me wrong actually I’m just relieved but ****** I wanted this to work but I was never sure it would today I know it would’ve never worked since you’re a ***** not sorry for the miserable language either thanks d for proving me wrong once again and thanks for making me realise that sometimes people can be, not a blessing; but a lesson in life.

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the things we push away, how ironic we say we want love but still we're scared to love we say we want a new house but we're not wanting to leave the old one we push away the things we need the most but still complain about the.. (nov 5) how ironic I never got to finish this

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC

how ironic

the things we push away, how ironic we say we want love but still we're scared to love we say we want a new house but we're not wanting to leave the old one we push away the things we need the most but still complain about the.. (nov 5) how ironic I never got to finish this

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saw you today after a while days, months, maybe years? i don’t know all I know is you’re not okay you were okay as long as I can remember what happened? almost started crying talking to you I miss the old you, I said you stared into the empty nothing in front of you that was it your silence was your pain I can see it I wish I could take back time cause I miss the old you once again you stared into nothing and stayed quiet I told you to take care of yourself and just like that we never talked today I said to myself

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Nov 30, 2018

Nov 30, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC

drugs and you, quiet.

saw you today after a while days, months, maybe years? i don’t know all I know is you’re not okay you were okay as long as I can remember what happened? almost started crying talking to you I miss the old you, I said you stared into the empty nothing in front of you that was it your silence was your pain I can see it I wish I could take back time cause I miss the old you once again you stared into nothing and stayed quiet I told you to take care of yourself and just like that we never talked today I said to myself

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the smell of smoke reminds me of you tried associating the smell with no one or nothing failed tried telling myself this is nothing but a smell we sense everyday without really caring but still I give a **** every time I just get a glimpse of the smell of smoke it reminds me of you sadly this is it and while badly it hurts I sit here and cry a river everyday, ever minute of the day that flies by I smell smoke and I think of you.

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC

deathful smelling reminders

the smell of smoke reminds me of you tried associating the smell with no one or nothing failed tried telling myself this is nothing but a smell we sense everyday without really caring but still I give a **** every time I just get a glimpse of the smell of smoke it reminds me of you sadly this is it and while badly it hurts I sit here and cry a river everyday, ever minute of the day that flies by I smell smoke and I think of you.

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death I’m writing this for everyone who’s lost someone someone who they’ve kept very close once someone who’s once been your best friend someone who loved everyone but never felt loved back someone who succeeded in trying to end it all someone who ended up loosing themselves someone who’s lost a someone I’m writing this for you I’m writing this for me because I don’t want this anymore I don’t want anymore deaths.

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC

loss of death

death I’m writing this for everyone who’s lost someone someone who they’ve kept very close once someone who’s once been your best friend someone who loved everyone but never felt loved back someone who succeeded in trying to end it all someone who ended up loosing themselves someone who’s lost a someone I’m writing this for you I’m writing this for me because I don’t want this anymore I don’t want anymore deaths.

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the smell of smoke reminds me of you our connection I thought we had the smell of smoke reminds me of you totally black, in leather too the smell of smoke reminds me of you your hidden smile, showing only when you’re glad the smell of smoke reminds me of you how you’re always living but never alive the smell of smoke reminds me of you the cigarette in one hand and the vanilla in the other the smell of smoke reminds me of you.

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC

you, smoke? **** death.

the smell of smoke reminds me of you our connection I thought we had the smell of smoke reminds me of you totally black, in leather too the smell of smoke reminds me of you your hidden smile, showing only when you’re glad the smell of smoke reminds me of you how you’re always living but never alive the smell of smoke reminds me of you the cigarette in one hand and the vanilla in the other the smell of smoke reminds me of you.

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