Merel_vw - Hello Poetry

Maybe it’s the stranger on the streets Smiling to you as you walk by Or your friend sending you a random reminder About how much they love you Perhaps it’s a tweet from someone on the internet And you feel this relief from head to toe A burden falls of your shoulders Because you finally believe That things will be okay On some days it’s yourself Looking in the mirror, tracing your outlines Watching the curves your mom gave to you at birth Your breath filling and leaving your body again Leaving oxygen behind To keep you alive A heartbeat every second Up and down your chest And you remember yourself that despite it all You are still here On others it will be the silence Comforting with nothing but breathing air and lots of time Thoughts of reflection and thoughts of fear Thinking about your goals, your needs What you want to do in life Where you see yourself next year But for now, it’s just no sound and still it can be so loud Sometimes you fall in love With someone, with life, with yourself And other times you fall out of it again Just to get reminded of the fact That there will be another love around the corner Closer than you expect Further than it sometimes seems But always in your heart And of those around you Love comes in different ways You might not always expect it Nor want it, or thinking you deserve it But take it, because you do

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC

Love comes in different ways

Maybe it’s the stranger on the streets Smiling to you as you walk by Or your friend sending you a random reminder About how much they love you Perhaps it’s a tweet from someone on the internet And you feel this relief from head to toe A burden falls of your shoulders Because you finally believe That things will be okay On some days it’s yourself Looking in the mirror, tracing your outlines Watching the curves your mom gave to you at birth Your breath filling and leaving your body again Leaving oxygen behind To keep you alive A heartbeat every second Up and down your chest And you remember yourself that despite it all You are still here On others it will be the silence Comforting with nothing but breathing air and lots of time Thoughts of reflection and thoughts of fear Thinking about your goals, your needs What you want to do in life Where you see yourself next year But for now, it’s just no sound and still it can be so loud Sometimes you fall in love With someone, with life, with yourself And other times you fall out of it again Just to get reminded of the fact That there will be another love around the corner Closer than you expect Further than it sometimes seems But always in your heart And of those around you Love comes in different ways You might not always expect it Nor want it, or thinking you deserve it But take it, because you do

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Deep dark red Thick flowing blood Silver creates a red flood Which later turns to white Black are the minds Grey are the clouds White the faces No words from the mouths Of the ones That created Sharp edged lines Permanent marks Dark are the brains With temporary thoughts An arm, a leg, foot, wrist, thigh An urge comes in, out goes a sigh ‘Cause they’re sick of lying Tired of trying to pretend They’re alright Hidden memories Making a mess Less energy, more fear Please don’t start with it, my dear

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC

Red

Deep dark red Thick flowing blood Silver creates a red flood Which later turns to white Black are the minds Grey are the clouds White the faces No words from the mouths Of the ones That created Sharp edged lines Permanent marks Dark are the brains With temporary thoughts An arm, a leg, foot, wrist, thigh An urge comes in, out goes a sigh ‘Cause they’re sick of lying Tired of trying to pretend They’re alright Hidden memories Making a mess Less energy, more fear Please don’t start with it, my dear

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'How many likes does my life get? A question we ask ourselves On a daily base The youth of today is obsessed with numbers From followers till likes Posting pictures and captions We do everything for the perfect image Bad days can't be shared and Smiles are obligated on every human photo Hiding behind filters and frames Friends are made but they aren't always real but Long distance relationships are made and Forever friendships are hold on to through the phone It seems to be a bad thing When we are on our phones in public situations but Maybe the question needs to be asked Why are we on our phones? The change internet caused is big Where one world opened, another closed Some people are getting anxious with the idea Of doing nothing while waiting They get nervous of just standing there Questioning theirselves what other people might think about them So they scroll through their social media Looking busy with something important To just not get the spotlight in the darken crowd Our thumb has made more miles Then our feet already did Comparing each with one another Who looks prettier, who has the greatest life Isn't it all a lie Why are we doing this Don't we know then that Pictures never tell the whole story Some of others are locked in the real world Strangers on the internet can be our bestfriends too because Not knowing each other is sometimes better Than knowing them too well Mental states and diseases are hidden From crying till screaming Emotions are locked away Just to keep the social flow going Life is like photograpy We develop from the negatives Judgements are so present Opinions already there Where did we learn to judge One anothers bodies like this Who was it that thaught us That it's okay to be this mean I mean, this is a hard world In a group of people While everyone is on their phone Where is the connection Why did we went so far What makes the real word so hard That we so often need to escape People become sick of lying Tired of trying to pretend That they are alright The pressure of being good enough Of always being available Is so hard, too hard maybe Can't we just shut it off sometimes? And whenever you think that you are not good enough That the pressure is too much I am going to tell you a secret You don't have to believe Every single thought That pops up in your head Instead, make your own story Because it will be a bestseller

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC

Social media

'How many likes does my life get? A question we ask ourselves On a daily base The youth of today is obsessed with numbers From followers till likes Posting pictures and captions We do everything for the perfect image Bad days can't be shared and Smiles are obligated on every human photo Hiding behind filters and frames Friends are made but they aren't always real but Long distance relationships are made and Forever friendships are hold on to through the phone It seems to be a bad thing When we are on our phones in public situations but Maybe the question needs to be asked Why are we on our phones? The change internet caused is big Where one world opened, another closed Some people are getting anxious with the idea Of doing nothing while waiting They get nervous of just standing there Questioning theirselves what other people might think about them So they scroll through their social media Looking busy with something important To just not get the spotlight in the darken crowd Our thumb has made more miles Then our feet already did Comparing each with one another Who looks prettier, who has the greatest life Isn't it all a lie Why are we doing this Don't we know then that Pictures never tell the whole story Some of others are locked in the real world Strangers on the internet can be our bestfriends too because Not knowing each other is sometimes better Than knowing them too well Mental states and diseases are hidden From crying till screaming Emotions are locked away Just to keep the social flow going Life is like photograpy We develop from the negatives Judgements are so present Opinions already there Where did we learn to judge One anothers bodies like this Who was it that thaught us That it's okay to be this mean I mean, this is a hard world In a group of people While everyone is on their phone Where is the connection Why did we went so far What makes the real word so hard That we so often need to escape People become sick of lying Tired of trying to pretend That they are alright The pressure of being good enough Of always being available Is so hard, too hard maybe Can't we just shut it off sometimes? And whenever you think that you are not good enough That the pressure is too much I am going to tell you a secret You don't have to believe Every single thought That pops up in your head Instead, make your own story Because it will be a bestseller

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From New Years resolutions till summer body goals Losing weight is an idea stuck to the mind of too many people The scale an enemy, a friend perhaps Personal trainers and commercials on tv Screaming that you look too fat, too heavy That you need to be skinny in order to be beautiful Advertisements all over the world Trying to make sure that you don't eat unhealthy anymore People start to think that only skinny people can be loved but Not everyone is born to be skinny There is a weight on our shoulders Some will be buried under it, not able to stand strong anymore Energy so low but the gym is our home So the gap between the tighs and the seen muscles in the belly May hopefully lead to someone telling them they are loved When that not happens, overtraining and undereating is there From anorexia till bulimia, eating disorders take over the minds Finally the attention is there but not because they look beautiful Now they are too skinny, sick in our head they are called Ribs are shown to the outside world, a face smaller then at it's birth Oversized sweaters are the only thing to wear in order to hide what's under there Wanting to be loved is already out of their minds All they want to do is survive in this world Where we compliment each other when we lost some weight But we never ask why they felt the need to do it

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC

Weight on our body

From New Years resolutions till summer body goals Losing weight is an idea stuck to the mind of too many people The scale an enemy, a friend perhaps Personal trainers and commercials on tv Screaming that you look too fat, too heavy That you need to be skinny in order to be beautiful Advertisements all over the world Trying to make sure that you don't eat unhealthy anymore People start to think that only skinny people can be loved but Not everyone is born to be skinny There is a weight on our shoulders Some will be buried under it, not able to stand strong anymore Energy so low but the gym is our home So the gap between the tighs and the seen muscles in the belly May hopefully lead to someone telling them they are loved When that not happens, overtraining and undereating is there From anorexia till bulimia, eating disorders take over the minds Finally the attention is there but not because they look beautiful Now they are too skinny, sick in our head they are called Ribs are shown to the outside world, a face smaller then at it's birth Oversized sweaters are the only thing to wear in order to hide what's under there Wanting to be loved is already out of their minds All they want to do is survive in this world Where we compliment each other when we lost some weight But we never ask why they felt the need to do it

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A poem about the romanticizing of mental illnesses When the silver makes it red Which later turns to white Paintings and writings on skin Instead of a canvas Make it a clear message And not a piece of art A rope is not a chain Laid as jewelry around a neck But a permanent idea To a temporarily situation The restricting voice in a head Would by some be described as a best friend A soulmate, a “she knows best” However, that voice is not telling the truth Shaking hands and panic attacks Are not cute yet they are real And black clouds are not even close To aesthetics or what heaven even looks like It’s not always the straight lines on an upper arm Nor the blade, the bridge, the letter A gun cannot shoot away the darkness in the lighten crowd Or the trembling hands taking the pills With a mind that loses itself Mental illnesses have multiple faces So, don’t get stuck with the idea Of only one of them Before it’s too late to save someone’s life By changing your own perspective

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC

Blood is not red wine from a body and suicide attempts are not angels going home

A poem about the romanticizing of mental illnesses When the silver makes it red Which later turns to white Paintings and writings on skin Instead of a canvas Make it a clear message And not a piece of art A rope is not a chain Laid as jewelry around a neck But a permanent idea To a temporarily situation The restricting voice in a head Would by some be described as a best friend A soulmate, a “she knows best” However, that voice is not telling the truth Shaking hands and panic attacks Are not cute yet they are real And black clouds are not even close To aesthetics or what heaven even looks like It’s not always the straight lines on an upper arm Nor the blade, the bridge, the letter A gun cannot shoot away the darkness in the lighten crowd Or the trembling hands taking the pills With a mind that loses itself Mental illnesses have multiple faces So, don’t get stuck with the idea Of only one of them Before it’s too late to save someone’s life By changing your own perspective

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Everyone you meet Wears a secret inside of them Maybe it’s visible on their skin Or when you deeply watch in their eyes That you can see something hidden Close to the heart but Far away from the mind They won’t tell you until they trust you And still then not everyone will show Because who knows what the other will do with it One of them all Is the sun on the ice The glass in the sand It’s metal in a pillow We are a keeper of secrets Secrets from ourselves From others maybe, who trust us Don’t ever misuse it Covered in dust, frozen air perhaps Lock after lock, on the bottom of the ocean At the top of the mountain Deep in the dark There it is

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

Keeper of secrets

Everyone you meet Wears a secret inside of them Maybe it’s visible on their skin Or when you deeply watch in their eyes That you can see something hidden Close to the heart but Far away from the mind They won’t tell you until they trust you And still then not everyone will show Because who knows what the other will do with it One of them all Is the sun on the ice The glass in the sand It’s metal in a pillow We are a keeper of secrets Secrets from ourselves From others maybe, who trust us Don’t ever misuse it Covered in dust, frozen air perhaps Lock after lock, on the bottom of the ocean At the top of the mountain Deep in the dark There it is

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As the leaves change in colour Falling down to the ground So is the weather getting colder And from storm till sun a season passes by Then the frozen wind will hit faces of the ones Who defy the cold outside While some of others hide in the safe houses built to escape The coldness in the outdoor air So will the blue sky show itself a little bit earlier And a little bit longer as the days turn by Day by day it will take some more time Till the darkness will fall again And so we come to the fourth time a year Where everything and everyone is at it's fullest From swimming to resting to having fun outside Tanned skins and happy feelings are seen everywhere This is how a year passed by With new made memories and olf forgotten ones And as the seasons will pass We will fall and stand up through every season long

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC

Four times a year

As the leaves change in colour Falling down to the ground So is the weather getting colder And from storm till sun a season passes by Then the frozen wind will hit faces of the ones Who defy the cold outside While some of others hide in the safe houses built to escape The coldness in the outdoor air So will the blue sky show itself a little bit earlier And a little bit longer as the days turn by Day by day it will take some more time Till the darkness will fall again And so we come to the fourth time a year Where everything and everyone is at it's fullest From swimming to resting to having fun outside Tanned skins and happy feelings are seen everywhere This is how a year passed by With new made memories and olf forgotten ones And as the seasons will pass We will fall and stand up through every season long

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‘How are you?’ A question people hear more from me, then I hear from them. Doubting whether it’s pure interest, or a habit grown in our systems. Not knowing which lie to tell, or revealing the truth. But not sure if they can handle reality. The need to stop lying is huge, but anxiety for their reactions makes me continue.| Because the seize of this mess is so big, the possibility of unexpected answers there. Fear for loneliness gets me again so, ‘I am okay’ is the answer again.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC

Question

‘How are you?’ A question people hear more from me, then I hear from them. Doubting whether it’s pure interest, or a habit grown in our systems. Not knowing which lie to tell, or revealing the truth. But not sure if they can handle reality. The need to stop lying is huge, but anxiety for their reactions makes me continue.| Because the seize of this mess is so big, the possibility of unexpected answers there. Fear for loneliness gets me again so, ‘I am okay’ is the answer again.

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