M_Karrington - Hello Poetry

in white paper scenery, the mind becomes ink Then floods each pages with your sparkling words endlessly traverse and explore and ruminate words containing truth or imagined fantasy bitterness or soul decay and even opulence just for the day And rawness seeps out from the silver-jeweled elixir Call it experience or imagination.

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC

Blank paper.

in white paper scenery, the mind becomes ink Then floods each pages with your sparkling words endlessly traverse and explore and ruminate words containing truth or imagined fantasy bitterness or soul decay and even opulence just for the day And rawness seeps out from the silver-jeweled elixir Call it experience or imagination.

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People act strange around death; there are those who talk about everything but the person who died — those who talk only about the person who died — those who try their best to cheer you up — those who can't help but make you cry and then there are those who don't have to say anything — because somehow they don't have to —

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC

People Of Death

People act strange around death; there are those who talk about everything but the person who died — those who talk only about the person who died — those who try their best to cheer you up — those who can't help but make you cry and then there are those who don't have to say anything — because somehow they don't have to —

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It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'. Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can. Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC

Boxes

It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'. Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can. Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—

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Why be scared of the darkness when it's the light you should be afraid of...that **** leaves you at any given time; afterall we all know what kind of creepy crawlies may lurk dark, but you never know what might staring back at you in the light.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC

Light

Why be scared of the darkness when it's the light you should be afraid of...that **** leaves you at any given time; afterall we all know what kind of creepy crawlies may lurk dark, but you never know what might staring back at you in the light.

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Humans are such emotional beings, we can be in a good happy place in a moment then someone says that one thing that, and that one thing sends you flying back to that place what does that mean? were we not happy? were we not in a perfect place? then again what **** are perfect places?

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC

Emotional

Humans are such emotional beings, we can be in a good happy place in a moment then someone says that one thing that, and that one thing sends you flying back to that place what does that mean? were we not happy? were we not in a perfect place? then again what **** are perfect places?

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It ***** that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC

Loss

It ***** that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.

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I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC

Bittersweet

I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.

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The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC

Apology

The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.

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You ever feel out of place in your own space? like your lost, unwanted, a stranger in your own body. Feels like your watching the ****** movie that it's your life but that's just it though; your WATCHING it, not LIVING it. like your a guest in your own world—your own chapter because somehow we created this invisible wall we must to cross to become apart of it all and yet for whatever reason we don't; as if we're afraid of what might happen or is it that we've just gotten used to WATCHING our lives go on rather than actually LIVING it.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC

Lost

You ever feel out of place in your own space? like your lost, unwanted, a stranger in your own body. Feels like your watching the ****** movie that it's your life but that's just it though; your WATCHING it, not LIVING it. like your a guest in your own world—your own chapter because somehow we created this invisible wall we must to cross to become apart of it all and yet for whatever reason we don't; as if we're afraid of what might happen or is it that we've just gotten used to WATCHING our lives go on rather than actually LIVING it.

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I live in a storm and somehow you always seem to be the eye, a silent fighter that gets me through the harshest days. With a million voices in my head I always feel sure but I would given. Yet somehow I never do your voice was always louder. I ask for Liberation to come in whatever form to save me, and it gave me you my Whisperer and whenever I hear the voices that's when you come charging in because you're Whisper is what I need your Whisper, something I can feel the quiet words soothe the hurts my Whisperer.

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC

My Whisperer

I live in a storm and somehow you always seem to be the eye, a silent fighter that gets me through the harshest days. With a million voices in my head I always feel sure but I would given. Yet somehow I never do your voice was always louder. I ask for Liberation to come in whatever form to save me, and it gave me you my Whisperer and whenever I hear the voices that's when you come charging in because you're Whisper is what I need your Whisper, something I can feel the quiet words soothe the hurts my Whisperer.

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