MichelleParet - Hello Poetry

Intrusive, imminent sparks One single, or solitude Perhaps plural A diving desperation To fill and replace An all-day-long chase Let it pass by My face unmoved wry A toxin I sit Try reasoning it My questions make weaker The answers cut deeper Not mine, now befouled Can’t think passed that kind of loud

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Jul 11, 2020

Jul 11, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC

Repeat

Intrusive, imminent sparks One single, or solitude Perhaps plural A diving desperation To fill and replace An all-day-long chase Let it pass by My face unmoved wry A toxin I sit Try reasoning it My questions make weaker The answers cut deeper Not mine, now befouled Can’t think passed that kind of loud

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Never ceases Hardly rests I swallow blood Glides through my neck Blurry shaking Amist black fits Rips, twists, hits, kiss **** Are you sure you want this? Swollen, inflamed seas we call my eyes And permanent frown lines Obsession is an understatement A suffocating, seductive idea Grows to mania Oh that mania At least it's all mine Romanticize trauma I adore that folding, shrinking pain Takes from my core, birthed from my core Come accompany this misery, please Your silent thoughts ****** me *Torment me Torment me*

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May 13, 2016

May 13, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC

Manic Splits

Never ceases Hardly rests I swallow blood Glides through my neck Blurry shaking Amist black fits Rips, twists, hits, kiss **** Are you sure you want this? Swollen, inflamed seas we call my eyes And permanent frown lines Obsession is an understatement A suffocating, seductive idea Grows to mania Oh that mania At least it's all mine Romanticize trauma I adore that folding, shrinking pain Takes from my core, birthed from my core Come accompany this misery, please Your silent thoughts ****** me *Torment me Torment me*

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Creativity, I thought of it This was pleasant, this radiated no negative Just imaginative and calm That imagination turned horrifying The creative child matured Mix the two and you've got an eloquent, angry, mature, child Aka ***** Fear, deep fear and a mind that's just relentless for destruction Full, entirely full of love, only to be crushed so deeply into sadness and rage moments after Loving and needing but hating and destroying simultaneously Craving it Despising it Physically needing it Yearning, weeping, sobbing from my core for it Enraged and urged to destroy it Loving it what? A love so immense it can **** A need so immense it will **** Every time Separation is death Break down, part by part, eternities long To death And there's nothing But blank and numb and black and white Feel, come on, feel ha ha

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC

Standby

Creativity, I thought of it This was pleasant, this radiated no negative Just imaginative and calm That imagination turned horrifying The creative child matured Mix the two and you've got an eloquent, angry, mature, child Aka ***** Fear, deep fear and a mind that's just relentless for destruction Full, entirely full of love, only to be crushed so deeply into sadness and rage moments after Loving and needing but hating and destroying simultaneously Craving it Despising it Physically needing it Yearning, weeping, sobbing from my core for it Enraged and urged to destroy it Loving it what? A love so immense it can **** A need so immense it will **** Every time Separation is death Break down, part by part, eternities long To death And there's nothing But blank and numb and black and white Feel, come on, feel ha ha

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A true relationship is fluid and energy generating Being dynamic, it should activate your highest potentials You have forced me to realize what we had for those years was never a true relationship, or a true love I do not solely blame myself or solely blame you for our many fails But as far as myself goes, I know what my faults were I often lost my sense of self the longer we were "on" Wondering when it would end that time, I became anxious and derealization would occur randomly I clung to you in anticipation of my heart sinking and shattering and taking my soul with it Those feelings do not emanate from love though, do they? No They emanate from fear I did love you But then I feared you Feared your absence, neglect, reactions, and that, is not love in any way The trust I gave you time and time again was never held with care Maybe you never knew just how low and broken I'd be Maybe you did My wisdom never let me forget that loving someone and being loved meant allowing vulnerability I knew and know love will never be love unless you're vulnerable in some way But my oblivious heart somehow believed giving you complete control was a part of that Starting anew after a year or so sounded incredible But it didn't take long before reality emerged and I found myself in the same degrading and depraving phase I have been oh so familiar with, with you The entire meaning of this is to say I know what I had for so long was not love, but fear And now that I don't fear you... You're just a stranger that knows my weaknesses and none of my strengths One that's only ever seen my lows, never my highs And I'm ok with that

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Apr 23, 2015

Apr 23, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC

Untitled

A true relationship is fluid and energy generating Being dynamic, it should activate your highest potentials You have forced me to realize what we had for those years was never a true relationship, or a true love I do not solely blame myself or solely blame you for our many fails But as far as myself goes, I know what my faults were I often lost my sense of self the longer we were "on" Wondering when it would end that time, I became anxious and derealization would occur randomly I clung to you in anticipation of my heart sinking and shattering and taking my soul with it Those feelings do not emanate from love though, do they? No They emanate from fear I did love you But then I feared you Feared your absence, neglect, reactions, and that, is not love in any way The trust I gave you time and time again was never held with care Maybe you never knew just how low and broken I'd be Maybe you did My wisdom never let me forget that loving someone and being loved meant allowing vulnerability I knew and know love will never be love unless you're vulnerable in some way But my oblivious heart somehow believed giving you complete control was a part of that Starting anew after a year or so sounded incredible But it didn't take long before reality emerged and I found myself in the same degrading and depraving phase I have been oh so familiar with, with you The entire meaning of this is to say I know what I had for so long was not love, but fear And now that I don't fear you... You're just a stranger that knows my weaknesses and none of my strengths One that's only ever seen my lows, never my highs And I'm ok with that

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Mental goals: The journey of attaining them It is my instinctual pleasure Mental discipline, learning new mindsets I am addicted When I write, when I observe, when I speak and when I don't speak, All with the purpose of fulfilling one of my mental goals My mind is my muscle I exercise it in all ways of life The many I collect within I write about later Preach of them later To create the closing page The kiss goodbye and the smile that follows I do it all so seamlessly That much more embedding Meditate to reflect with the silent mind For mediation heals not through words But waves created and absorbed by the meditator

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC

Staze

Mental goals: The journey of attaining them It is my instinctual pleasure Mental discipline, learning new mindsets I am addicted When I write, when I observe, when I speak and when I don't speak, All with the purpose of fulfilling one of my mental goals My mind is my muscle I exercise it in all ways of life The many I collect within I write about later Preach of them later To create the closing page The kiss goodbye and the smile that follows I do it all so seamlessly That much more embedding Meditate to reflect with the silent mind For mediation heals not through words But waves created and absorbed by the meditator

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Dream? Rather, I trance Clairvoyantly and deeply Surreal depression is all encompassing Resting wholesomely in pit Submerged for days Birthed within for purpose Almost as if I am entitled to certain knowledge These trances are not subtle An omnipresence exists Shifting my point of view to be perceived as a film An entirely silent film Absent are words and sounds Fully present is divination Intuition at its vertex Within streets and eyes My surroundings and skies I am given details of the trance I am in/watching A glance triggers my insides to whisper *As her eyes screamed fire Her lips never parted ... When her eyelashes thanked me My exhale smiled*

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC

Vair

Dream? Rather, I trance Clairvoyantly and deeply Surreal depression is all encompassing Resting wholesomely in pit Submerged for days Birthed within for purpose Almost as if I am entitled to certain knowledge These trances are not subtle An omnipresence exists Shifting my point of view to be perceived as a film An entirely silent film Absent are words and sounds Fully present is divination Intuition at its vertex Within streets and eyes My surroundings and skies I am given details of the trance I am in/watching A glance triggers my insides to whisper *As her eyes screamed fire Her lips never parted ... When her eyelashes thanked me My exhale smiled*

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A writer craves their own creativity An addiction of its own The measures they go to to feel something craved So they can feel so deeply to create The eyes they put on The roles they wear So they can write about it, reflect on it later The thirsty soul

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC

Quench

A writer craves their own creativity An addiction of its own The measures they go to to feel something craved So they can feel so deeply to create The eyes they put on The roles they wear So they can write about it, reflect on it later The thirsty soul

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Seize my strength For the first Seize my worth For the hundredth Why must I crave What I despise Why must you hate What you realize A phlebotomy is always at risk You mustn't always fight my kiss Timidness is not wisdom The wise approach with openness Caution is not wisdom The wise remain brave, unmoved by fear Entire and entirely You are an atmosphere Enveloping my mind You are my atmosphere Entire and entirely No escape I am free Why do you still seep into me?

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC

Nouveau Redundance

Seize my strength For the first Seize my worth For the hundredth Why must I crave What I despise Why must you hate What you realize A phlebotomy is always at risk You mustn't always fight my kiss Timidness is not wisdom The wise approach with openness Caution is not wisdom The wise remain brave, unmoved by fear Entire and entirely You are an atmosphere Enveloping my mind You are my atmosphere Entire and entirely No escape I am free Why do you still seep into me?

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It is not always disheveled Not always deranged Sometimes it’s precision An elegance on flame When one emerges into reality Living engulfed in a familiar role One has plummeted eye to eye with the furthest Condensing harmoniously Engrossed in the aspect Occultic eyes rest gently before an induced commonality And one would never think Enslaving is comfort Or that mania is a sadistically beautiful delusion A hole ordained for soul keeping Appears blatantly disastrous Yet continually lures Granting craved figments only I can devour

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC

Serpentine

It is not always disheveled Not always deranged Sometimes it’s precision An elegance on flame When one emerges into reality Living engulfed in a familiar role One has plummeted eye to eye with the furthest Condensing harmoniously Engrossed in the aspect Occultic eyes rest gently before an induced commonality And one would never think Enslaving is comfort Or that mania is a sadistically beautiful delusion A hole ordained for soul keeping Appears blatantly disastrous Yet continually lures Granting craved figments only I can devour

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The Universe She is in you You breathe Her Both inhale and exhale She is the goosebumps on your skin And the sweat on the soles of your feet She is the curiosity you possess Your consciousness Your frontal lobe and pineal gland Your posture and your aura She is your euphoric first high And Psilocybin Mushroom trip I long for everyone to feel the concept that The Universe is truly everything we see, touch, think, feel, speak and write The steps towards one-ness Towards self love and universal acceptance Is instantly magical I preach to just about everyone I meet that The Universe makes no mistakes. That everything in the entire world is exactly as it is because that's exactly how it’s supposed to be. If it wasn’t supposed to be, it wouldn’t be. When entering any kind of metamorphosis or spiritual pilgrimage, it is crucial to keep the latter in mind. Trust in the Universe is the biggest, most crucial element of the Path of liberation. Only with complete trust in the Universe can one have little to no doubt, worry, fear, anxieties, remorse, or regret.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC

Whole

The Universe She is in you You breathe Her Both inhale and exhale She is the goosebumps on your skin And the sweat on the soles of your feet She is the curiosity you possess Your consciousness Your frontal lobe and pineal gland Your posture and your aura She is your euphoric first high And Psilocybin Mushroom trip I long for everyone to feel the concept that The Universe is truly everything we see, touch, think, feel, speak and write The steps towards one-ness Towards self love and universal acceptance Is instantly magical I preach to just about everyone I meet that The Universe makes no mistakes. That everything in the entire world is exactly as it is because that's exactly how it’s supposed to be. If it wasn’t supposed to be, it wouldn’t be. When entering any kind of metamorphosis or spiritual pilgrimage, it is crucial to keep the latter in mind. Trust in the Universe is the biggest, most crucial element of the Path of liberation. Only with complete trust in the Universe can one have little to no doubt, worry, fear, anxieties, remorse, or regret.

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