Mustmusings - Hello Poetry

Today I am sad, Sad for the girl who had dreams, Sad cause it truly seems like they are slipping away, Sad for the tears that stream down her face like drops of hope, leaking from her being, Hope that she could also have the life she wanted, the life she wished, Sad that with each sigh she only gets further and further away, But mainly sad cause she can't be happy for the accomplishments of her loved ones. That ***** She *****

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Jul 13, 2022

Jul 13, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC

She *****

Today I am sad, Sad for the girl who had dreams, Sad cause it truly seems like they are slipping away, Sad for the tears that stream down her face like drops of hope, leaking from her being, Hope that she could also have the life she wanted, the life she wished, Sad that with each sigh she only gets further and further away, But mainly sad cause she can't be happy for the accomplishments of her loved ones. That ***** She *****

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I think of you from time to time You float into my mind like a whisper A sliver of a life I wish I had A sigh of a dream long faded

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Jun 1, 2022

Jun 1, 2022 at 2:58 AM UTC

Whisper

I think of you from time to time You float into my mind like a whisper A sliver of a life I wish I had A sigh of a dream long faded

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It's strange what we remember, What memory decides to stay, In the corner of our individual galaxy way. In the midst of all the madness, In the midst of a daily day, With no expectations, you dropped my way. Words were not shared, never to meet again, Your dazzling smile stole my breathe away. It was a fleeting moment, etched in my brain. It's strange what is important, A smell, a song, a way, Being so small in this galaxy way.

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May 15, 2022

May 15, 2022 at 10:10 AM UTC

Galaxy Way

It's strange what we remember, What memory decides to stay, In the corner of our individual galaxy way. In the midst of all the madness, In the midst of a daily day, With no expectations, you dropped my way. Words were not shared, never to meet again, Your dazzling smile stole my breathe away. It was a fleeting moment, etched in my brain. It's strange what is important, A smell, a song, a way, Being so small in this galaxy way.

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Sweet Anticipation. As the words escape my mouth, Pouring out, Revealing all the thoughts, all the fears, All that is me. I feel most vulnerable then, Open as a book, Exposed to the world, Piercing glances, weird looks, But with each thought on paper, Word on song, Each feeling expressed, Emptiness gone, There is no hesitation, Its sweet anticipation. As the words escape my mouth, Pouring out, I am at peace, The ultimate release, No care of being judged, I won’t begrudge me, This sweet anticipation. And as I come to an end, Last line sung, I feel empty again, Emotionally wrung, I walk away, Tears strolling down my cheek, I miss the apprehension. The sweet Anticipation.

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Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC

Sweet Anticipation

Sweet Anticipation. As the words escape my mouth, Pouring out, Revealing all the thoughts, all the fears, All that is me. I feel most vulnerable then, Open as a book, Exposed to the world, Piercing glances, weird looks, But with each thought on paper, Word on song, Each feeling expressed, Emptiness gone, There is no hesitation, Its sweet anticipation. As the words escape my mouth, Pouring out, I am at peace, The ultimate release, No care of being judged, I won’t begrudge me, This sweet anticipation. And as I come to an end, Last line sung, I feel empty again, Emotionally wrung, I walk away, Tears strolling down my cheek, I miss the apprehension. The sweet Anticipation.

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No two relationships are the same, we are different people with....different people. Who I am with my best friends is different from who I am at work, And so when someone leaves, they take that person with them. What I miss the most of you leaving, is that person. That me. That girl, who was carefree and silly and real. Who was hyper and loud and herself. But I would loose a thousand such people, if that means you could breathe again, I miss you each and everyday. And just you being alive and well, would be everything, irregardless of if I could be alive with you. Now I just hope you are in a better place, Because that's the least you deserve. You were good people.

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

People.

No two relationships are the same, we are different people with....different people. Who I am with my best friends is different from who I am at work, And so when someone leaves, they take that person with them. What I miss the most of you leaving, is that person. That me. That girl, who was carefree and silly and real. Who was hyper and loud and herself. But I would loose a thousand such people, if that means you could breathe again, I miss you each and everyday. And just you being alive and well, would be everything, irregardless of if I could be alive with you. Now I just hope you are in a better place, Because that's the least you deserve. You were good people.

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You seeped into my life like paint blotched into water faded and frivolous. Your warm yellow and green surrounding me with smiles and laughter. Cautious and caring, carefree and cocky Painting me in acceptance, friendship and companionship. Each dip of the brush, staining my soul with more vivid hope Slowly questioning the significance of it all. And just as slowly as you dripped into the crevice of my cracks Just as fast you faded into the murky blue realm. Leaving me with wistful sighs, unfinished lines and hazy dreams, An unfinished masterpiece. If Only?

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Nov 17, 2019

Nov 17, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC

Unfinished

You seeped into my life like paint blotched into water faded and frivolous. Your warm yellow and green surrounding me with smiles and laughter. Cautious and caring, carefree and cocky Painting me in acceptance, friendship and companionship. Each dip of the brush, staining my soul with more vivid hope Slowly questioning the significance of it all. And just as slowly as you dripped into the crevice of my cracks Just as fast you faded into the murky blue realm. Leaving me with wistful sighs, unfinished lines and hazy dreams, An unfinished masterpiece. If Only?

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I want to be able to write words, Words, that like ocean waves ebb and flow and whose frothy white residue covers your feet and makes you wiggle your toes Words, that like a warm hug engulf you in the depths of love, of care, of hope, rescuing you from the mundane reality of life Words, that like a melody transport you to a field of yellow lilies, arms wide spread, whose carpet you lie on. Words, that drown out the cacophony of the fake and incessant world and allow the hush lull of day break to fully wake you from your slumber. Words, that become you more than you, because words are all I have to give. My words.

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC

My words

I want to be able to write words, Words, that like ocean waves ebb and flow and whose frothy white residue covers your feet and makes you wiggle your toes Words, that like a warm hug engulf you in the depths of love, of care, of hope, rescuing you from the mundane reality of life Words, that like a melody transport you to a field of yellow lilies, arms wide spread, whose carpet you lie on. Words, that drown out the cacophony of the fake and incessant world and allow the hush lull of day break to fully wake you from your slumber. Words, that become you more than you, because words are all I have to give. My words.

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Do you sometimes feel that you need to get it all out but words evade you? That it's not the lack of feeling but the overwhelming amount of it that chokes you, suffocates you, clouds the mind - leaving you incapacitated to form any sense of coherent thought. That if you could just get it all out like you wanted to, you would not only feel better but you would love it. Love your words, your thoughts, yourself. Even if what you write is not beautiful but ugly. Tarnished by age, jaded by thought, but more you then you itself. If you could let the vessel overflow, unhindered. Let the dam finally burst so that you are left with a void, an emptiness you can fill again? If only for a day, I long for that new beginning.

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

Longing

Do you sometimes feel that you need to get it all out but words evade you? That it's not the lack of feeling but the overwhelming amount of it that chokes you, suffocates you, clouds the mind - leaving you incapacitated to form any sense of coherent thought. That if you could just get it all out like you wanted to, you would not only feel better but you would love it. Love your words, your thoughts, yourself. Even if what you write is not beautiful but ugly. Tarnished by age, jaded by thought, but more you then you itself. If you could let the vessel overflow, unhindered. Let the dam finally burst so that you are left with a void, an emptiness you can fill again? If only for a day, I long for that new beginning.

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I use, Drugs to make me numb, Alcohol to make me fun, Laughter to hid the tears, Jokes to hid the fears, Talking to dull the thoughts, Walking to run away, Crying to feel the pain, Lying to start all over again. Slowly struggling into oblivion A never ending circle of despair.

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Aug 26, 2019

Aug 26, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC

Use

I use, Drugs to make me numb, Alcohol to make me fun, Laughter to hid the tears, Jokes to hid the fears, Talking to dull the thoughts, Walking to run away, Crying to feel the pain, Lying to start all over again. Slowly struggling into oblivion A never ending circle of despair.

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