Pushingdaisies - Hello Poetry

You know I'm not sleeping. I drink black coffee in the evening, Hands ticking past midnight, I even miss the fighting. There's something you've hidden, You've quietly taken. Why can't you feel guilty, You've got me under you're thumb.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC

Caffeinated

You know I'm not sleeping. I drink black coffee in the evening, Hands ticking past midnight, I even miss the fighting. There's something you've hidden, You've quietly taken. Why can't you feel guilty, You've got me under you're thumb.

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She sits down in the chair, And opens the tub ever so slowly. Her hands shake a little as, They gently remove the content. Each parcel is precious. Perfectly wrapped in silver foil, That shimmers in the rooms dimmed, Lights. She stares at them with perceived admiration. Or maybe she is just admiring herself? Her brain refuses to remove their case, She doesn't think she needs to, Although she craves their warmth, the taste, everything is left unopened. She can do without. She is better than that. Stronger. The tub is thrown in the trash, And she seeks satisfaction from the Delayed reaction, of her peers. Who's heads turn away Before she, Has taken a bite.

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC

Packed lunch

She sits down in the chair, And opens the tub ever so slowly. Her hands shake a little as, They gently remove the content. Each parcel is precious. Perfectly wrapped in silver foil, That shimmers in the rooms dimmed, Lights. She stares at them with perceived admiration. Or maybe she is just admiring herself? Her brain refuses to remove their case, She doesn't think she needs to, Although she craves their warmth, the taste, everything is left unopened. She can do without. She is better than that. Stronger. The tub is thrown in the trash, And she seeks satisfaction from the Delayed reaction, of her peers. Who's heads turn away Before she, Has taken a bite.

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Rain won't always make the flowers grow, Yet I insist on watching, From behind, A glass widow. Condensation, Stems from beating hearts, A hot rush of air, Cannot mask, My harsh remarks. No stretch of time can, Caus the present to pass, And reveal newly, Bloomed petals, From the brown and brittle grass. Rain won't always, Make the flowers grow, Yet I smother, All the seeds, We have to sow.

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

Smother

Rain won't always make the flowers grow, Yet I insist on watching, From behind, A glass widow. Condensation, Stems from beating hearts, A hot rush of air, Cannot mask, My harsh remarks. No stretch of time can, Caus the present to pass, And reveal newly, Bloomed petals, From the brown and brittle grass. Rain won't always, Make the flowers grow, Yet I smother, All the seeds, We have to sow.

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I am the one who cuts the strings and, Then ties them back together. I am the one engulfed by tears and, longs for a forever. I could never, blame you. For this knot containing, tangles. Giving up on me is the only answer, To those questions never asked. You tried (once or twice) I do remember, I'm the one who remains masked. And, I could never, blame you. For the things that go, unseen. I expexted you to be a little more like me. I expected you to look inside and, delve deep into the sea. But you did not. For that I cannot blame you

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC

Fault line

I am the one who cuts the strings and, Then ties them back together. I am the one engulfed by tears and, longs for a forever. I could never, blame you. For this knot containing, tangles. Giving up on me is the only answer, To those questions never asked. You tried (once or twice) I do remember, I'm the one who remains masked. And, I could never, blame you. For the things that go, unseen. I expexted you to be a little more like me. I expected you to look inside and, delve deep into the sea. But you did not. For that I cannot blame you

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Everything is spiralling in a backward motion, I never seem to see straight. Eyes hidden behind clouds of profound and true devotion, Wait for you to evaporate.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

Delusion

Everything is spiralling in a backward motion, I never seem to see straight. Eyes hidden behind clouds of profound and true devotion, Wait for you to evaporate.

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Maybe you just can't cope, With another scar, Upon your heart. Maybe you don't want him, To take hold of, Your everything, With his rough and, Clinging hands. Intertwine himself, Though the branches of you, And work his way, Every closer, Imbedding himself, Into your roots. Maybe you don't want, to get caught, In the warm thermal winds, And let them uplift, Your entirety, Dilute your sense, Of gravity. So, If you feel yourself falling, Just close your eyes. Maybe it's better you crash and burn?

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC

Suicide

Maybe you just can't cope, With another scar, Upon your heart. Maybe you don't want him, To take hold of, Your everything, With his rough and, Clinging hands. Intertwine himself, Though the branches of you, And work his way, Every closer, Imbedding himself, Into your roots. Maybe you don't want, to get caught, In the warm thermal winds, And let them uplift, Your entirety, Dilute your sense, Of gravity. So, If you feel yourself falling, Just close your eyes. Maybe it's better you crash and burn?

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I am still in motion, The cogs nestled deep within my lungs still turn. Despite the lack of air, I find my breathing, Remains steady like before, Steady like the motor cars, Steady - though my tank is near empty. I keep driving, Waiting to crash into you, So are hearts may fuse together, And our lips, May finally meet. I keep driving, Searching for a sign, Following the lamplight, And cats eyes. My fingers clenched, With naive anticipation. I keep driving, Trying to take control, from the backseat, "Are we there yet?" I scream, like a child, immature. But there is no response, I've been given the silent treatment, For we've already reached, our dead end.

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Aug 18, 2014

Aug 18, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC

Exist

I am still in motion, The cogs nestled deep within my lungs still turn. Despite the lack of air, I find my breathing, Remains steady like before, Steady like the motor cars, Steady - though my tank is near empty. I keep driving, Waiting to crash into you, So are hearts may fuse together, And our lips, May finally meet. I keep driving, Searching for a sign, Following the lamplight, And cats eyes. My fingers clenched, With naive anticipation. I keep driving, Trying to take control, from the backseat, "Are we there yet?" I scream, like a child, immature. But there is no response, I've been given the silent treatment, For we've already reached, our dead end.

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We are the clothes, You hung up to dry, But left out in the dark, Soaked through by rain. We are not forgotten, - just unimportant. Me, seemingly the least. You'll tell her what's wrong, Underlying the burden, And allowing the satisfaction, Of validation to balm, You're careless actions. I don't even get that, You give me nothing but a gap. This vast expanse of emptiness That serves as a constant reminder, Your leaving, And I never mattered. I could call you selfish, -I guess that's what you are, But I'd only regret it, I already miss you.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC

Void

We are the clothes, You hung up to dry, But left out in the dark, Soaked through by rain. We are not forgotten, - just unimportant. Me, seemingly the least. You'll tell her what's wrong, Underlying the burden, And allowing the satisfaction, Of validation to balm, You're careless actions. I don't even get that, You give me nothing but a gap. This vast expanse of emptiness That serves as a constant reminder, Your leaving, And I never mattered. I could call you selfish, -I guess that's what you are, But I'd only regret it, I already miss you.

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He is the inconvenient truth, And always goes unnoticed. I guess it's for the better, I would hate to be ****** into, His heart he hides, Under the vacant smiles. He is the boy who tells white lies, And balms his good intentions. I want him to tell me so, I hate the fact he doesn't. His mouth just seeps sugar, What he thinks I want to hear. He is a constant misconception, And prides himself on his demeanour. They think of him as nice, or kind, I hate the fact I see the latter. His delusions of how things should be, Will never cloud my judgement. For what I hate the most about him, Is that I know who he really is, And it's sad, he wouldn't recognise reflection.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC

Gentleman

He is the inconvenient truth, And always goes unnoticed. I guess it's for the better, I would hate to be ****** into, His heart he hides, Under the vacant smiles. He is the boy who tells white lies, And balms his good intentions. I want him to tell me so, I hate the fact he doesn't. His mouth just seeps sugar, What he thinks I want to hear. He is a constant misconception, And prides himself on his demeanour. They think of him as nice, or kind, I hate the fact I see the latter. His delusions of how things should be, Will never cloud my judgement. For what I hate the most about him, Is that I know who he really is, And it's sad, he wouldn't recognise reflection.

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I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble, And know that it's my fault. The pieces that she can't assemble, Are locked within the vault. I sit and watch her eyes cloud over, And have to look away, She stills calls me her sunshine, But I blind her with the rain.

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC

Guilty

I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble, And know that it's my fault. The pieces that she can't assemble, Are locked within the vault. I sit and watch her eyes cloud over, And have to look away, She stills calls me her sunshine, But I blind her with the rain.

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