NoahH - Hello Poetry

I have not written in 3 years . . . I have everything I have ever wanted . . . My life is filled with blessings . . . I am surrounded by people who love me . . . I am a disgusting peice of **** . . . "It will get better soon" 1 year passes "Yeah, I'm just tired" 2 years pass "I won't, I promise" 3 years pass "No big deal, I'm okay!" 14 years slip away . . . I feel like a ghost . . .

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May 2, 2024

May 2, 2024 at 8:10 PM UTC

Decay

I have not written in 3 years . . . I have everything I have ever wanted . . . My life is filled with blessings . . . I am surrounded by people who love me . . . I am a disgusting peice of **** . . . "It will get better soon" 1 year passes "Yeah, I'm just tired" 2 years pass "I won't, I promise" 3 years pass "No big deal, I'm okay!" 14 years slip away . . . I feel like a ghost . . .

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I feel like an old, dilapidated house A cold, decaying prison for a child who is afraid I could feel him marching up and down the halls of my heart I know he is still in there, poking sheepishly at the structure he is in I know he is scared I wished so hard for him to die, or at least be quiet Now he is and I miss his laugh

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Nov 30, 2021

Nov 30, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC

Little 2

I feel like an old, dilapidated house A cold, decaying prison for a child who is afraid I could feel him marching up and down the halls of my heart I know he is still in there, poking sheepishly at the structure he is in I know he is scared I wished so hard for him to die, or at least be quiet Now he is and I miss his laugh

7

My legs burn with the memory of the miles they have carried me My chest is open and the wind wraps itself around my gently beating heart My mind crashes against the inside of my skull like waves against the hull of a ship My eyes peer out into the formless abyss searching for some recognizable figure No sound reaches my ears

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Nov 30, 2021

Nov 30, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC

Fog

My legs burn with the memory of the miles they have carried me My chest is open and the wind wraps itself around my gently beating heart My mind crashes against the inside of my skull like waves against the hull of a ship My eyes peer out into the formless abyss searching for some recognizable figure No sound reaches my ears

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I couldn't tell you the exact amount of time that has passed since the last time I saw you It has to be at least two summers I haven't felt you in what seems like decades But your still invade my dreams some nights, a hostile presence in unwelcome territory I'm just trying to think of ways to destroy you I want to take every minute I ever shared with you and tear them apart like paper I want to cast hooks into your body and rip out every single "I love you" I've ever said I want it to hurt I want you to bleed I want you to bleed for every "I love you" you made me believe I want to take back every smile I ever gave you I'm so ******* angry How is it that I'm still afraid Just the knowledge that I live in the same state as you is enough to tie my stomach in knots I hate you And I want to erase you I can't say for sure if I would go back and redo it all You taught me something You must've taught me something But no one taught you anything So you played too rough and broke something And I can't even find what you broke You'll always be a ruiner You're going to run out of things to ruin eventually and then you'll just be left all alone, surrounded by the rubble you created And I can't wait

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

Ruiner

I couldn't tell you the exact amount of time that has passed since the last time I saw you It has to be at least two summers I haven't felt you in what seems like decades But your still invade my dreams some nights, a hostile presence in unwelcome territory I'm just trying to think of ways to destroy you I want to take every minute I ever shared with you and tear them apart like paper I want to cast hooks into your body and rip out every single "I love you" I've ever said I want it to hurt I want you to bleed I want you to bleed for every "I love you" you made me believe I want to take back every smile I ever gave you I'm so ******* angry How is it that I'm still afraid Just the knowledge that I live in the same state as you is enough to tie my stomach in knots I hate you And I want to erase you I can't say for sure if I would go back and redo it all You taught me something You must've taught me something But no one taught you anything So you played too rough and broke something And I can't even find what you broke You'll always be a ruiner You're going to run out of things to ruin eventually and then you'll just be left all alone, surrounded by the rubble you created And I can't wait

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I've had too many long nights to count Too many regrets I used to lay in the grass and stare up at the sky and just dream Dream of every little possibility Every laugh to be had I used to see the would through a telescope, I could feel the soil of a new world beneath my feet through every step Like everyday I was Lewis and Clark, set free in the great expanse and stumbling into something beautiful with every footprint I saw everything for what It could be and accepted it how it was

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC

Normal life of an average nobody

I've had too many long nights to count Too many regrets I used to lay in the grass and stare up at the sky and just dream Dream of every little possibility Every laugh to be had I used to see the would through a telescope, I could feel the soil of a new world beneath my feet through every step Like everyday I was Lewis and Clark, set free in the great expanse and stumbling into something beautiful with every footprint I saw everything for what It could be and accepted it how it was

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When I was younger I had dreams that spread from the one continent to the next, blanketing oceans in wonder and mystery I had so much to give the world, so much to offer Everything sparkled silver in my eyes, like a fresh rain had cleaned the world and allowed it to radiate brilliance just in the moment I decided to glance at it But I've found that the winds of the ocean carry a much different song A dark, mournful melody A cold, repressive tempo I find no solace in my dreams anymore I sat and thought and pondered that thought for hours I built big, elaborate mansions of awe and wonder With my own two hands I forged entire futures, it felt like everything was so small and close that I would burn my fingertips on the sun if I wasn't careful But I dreamed far too big I built things far too tall to stand I dipped my hands into the molten surface of a star and watched as my flesh seared from the bones I can still feel me inside I can feel my tiny hands scratching down the wallpaper of my stomach with crayons clenched in my fists I can feel the thumping of my tiny feet against my heart And he just won't stop dreaming For every new darkness I find myself in, I can still feel the blanket cape wrapped tightly around my lungs reminding me I'm a laundry day super-hero Sometimes I wish he would just die so that the distant reality wouldn't be so harsh to swallow But I can't help but listen to my tiny voice, singing my big, tiny dreams

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC

Little

When I was younger I had dreams that spread from the one continent to the next, blanketing oceans in wonder and mystery I had so much to give the world, so much to offer Everything sparkled silver in my eyes, like a fresh rain had cleaned the world and allowed it to radiate brilliance just in the moment I decided to glance at it But I've found that the winds of the ocean carry a much different song A dark, mournful melody A cold, repressive tempo I find no solace in my dreams anymore I sat and thought and pondered that thought for hours I built big, elaborate mansions of awe and wonder With my own two hands I forged entire futures, it felt like everything was so small and close that I would burn my fingertips on the sun if I wasn't careful But I dreamed far too big I built things far too tall to stand I dipped my hands into the molten surface of a star and watched as my flesh seared from the bones I can still feel me inside I can feel my tiny hands scratching down the wallpaper of my stomach with crayons clenched in my fists I can feel the thumping of my tiny feet against my heart And he just won't stop dreaming For every new darkness I find myself in, I can still feel the blanket cape wrapped tightly around my lungs reminding me I'm a laundry day super-hero Sometimes I wish he would just die so that the distant reality wouldn't be so harsh to swallow But I can't help but listen to my tiny voice, singing my big, tiny dreams

20

It's been a long time since we last talked Even with the illumination of my phone screen I can still see the piercing darkness, creeping around me and up the back sides of my arms I haven't felt such tangible darkness like this in months Like even if I were to turn the light on, no amount of watts or lumens would be enough to wear away the shadows tightly-gripped fist I can feel it with every breath I take, the moonless wasteland, washing over my lungs like deep blue smoke There is but only one other source of light in my room, and I cant bring myself to crawl into bed and sleep from fear of this viscid gloom dragging itself across my sheets and snuffing it out It's been so long since I've felt such dusk Such crushing dark

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC

Consume

It's been a long time since we last talked Even with the illumination of my phone screen I can still see the piercing darkness, creeping around me and up the back sides of my arms I haven't felt such tangible darkness like this in months Like even if I were to turn the light on, no amount of watts or lumens would be enough to wear away the shadows tightly-gripped fist I can feel it with every breath I take, the moonless wasteland, washing over my lungs like deep blue smoke There is but only one other source of light in my room, and I cant bring myself to crawl into bed and sleep from fear of this viscid gloom dragging itself across my sheets and snuffing it out It's been so long since I've felt such dusk Such crushing dark

8

The way her hair lays like brush strokes on her shoulders The way her lips curl at the edges as she says my name, wrapping each letter warmly before passing it like a kiss to my ears The way her eyes catch the sunlight, blooming into a beautiful sunrise around the galaxy of her pupils The way her entire being just radiants some beauty unknown to mortal men If I could describe her, it would go as follows Imagine, it's early summer The trees are green and bright with life The earth flows vibrantly with flowers It has been raining for days now How ever the rain has lifted A beautiful golden sun reveals itself from behind the clouds and sets the world a blaze with it's temperant warmth You walk out your front door into a fresh, clean breeze And just then You feel like life has started again

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC

Its elementary

The way her hair lays like brush strokes on her shoulders The way her lips curl at the edges as she says my name, wrapping each letter warmly before passing it like a kiss to my ears The way her eyes catch the sunlight, blooming into a beautiful sunrise around the galaxy of her pupils The way her entire being just radiants some beauty unknown to mortal men If I could describe her, it would go as follows Imagine, it's early summer The trees are green and bright with life The earth flows vibrantly with flowers It has been raining for days now How ever the rain has lifted A beautiful golden sun reveals itself from behind the clouds and sets the world a blaze with it's temperant warmth You walk out your front door into a fresh, clean breeze And just then You feel like life has started again

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I can feel her She's somewhere in a shower hotter than the mantle of the Earth trying desperately to burn ever one of my fingerprints from her body She's scrubbing so hard that he skin begins to peel off like every lie I had ever told to her She won't listen to her favorite music anymore because it was our favorite music and hearing it makes her think of me She loved me so deeply that once when she said it I could feel my lungs fill up with fluid as the words tried to claw their way out of my throat to say it back Instead I just stared at her Yeah You too

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Jan 24, 2018

Jan 24, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC

Little boys play rough

I can feel her She's somewhere in a shower hotter than the mantle of the Earth trying desperately to burn ever one of my fingerprints from her body She's scrubbing so hard that he skin begins to peel off like every lie I had ever told to her She won't listen to her favorite music anymore because it was our favorite music and hearing it makes her think of me She loved me so deeply that once when she said it I could feel my lungs fill up with fluid as the words tried to claw their way out of my throat to say it back Instead I just stared at her Yeah You too

8

"Have you ever wanted to die?" It's a question I've answered over and over "Yes" But this time it was different The feeling in my chest was different The half empty beer in my hand didn't taste as bitter for a moment We didn't make eye contact We just sat next to eachother, drinking "Do you want to die?" I can feel my stomach searing Like each letter of my answer is attached to razor being pulled from my body "Sometimes" We didn't look at eachother We shared a quiet moment of understanding We each took another drink before any words broke the silence "Yeah. Me too"

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC

5:43

"Have you ever wanted to die?" It's a question I've answered over and over "Yes" But this time it was different The feeling in my chest was different The half empty beer in my hand didn't taste as bitter for a moment We didn't make eye contact We just sat next to eachother, drinking "Do you want to die?" I can feel my stomach searing Like each letter of my answer is attached to razor being pulled from my body "Sometimes" We didn't look at eachother We shared a quiet moment of understanding We each took another drink before any words broke the silence "Yeah. Me too"

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