RosieToes - Hello Poetry

You fell asleep first tonight Now here I am You must know Melatonin can't even touch you

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May 27, 2022

May 27, 2022 at 2:39 PM UTC

pacing in my head

You fell asleep first tonight Now here I am You must know Melatonin can't even touch you

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I must've skipped that day in school, when we were taught how to manage pain.

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Nov 24, 2021

Nov 24, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC

sick day

I must've skipped that day in school, when we were taught how to manage pain.

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You may be fooling everybody else, but you are not fooling me. I can see the show you put on to allow others the comfort of thinking you are okay, even though you are not. You do not want anyone to feel the pain of your shattered glass. The constant jokes and silly stories, used as a distraction to deter them from looking you in your eyes and seeing someone who is still stained from their past. They call you a jokester, and you like it, for you would rather be called goofy than bruised. You leave hints that grant a select few access to peek through the cracks, but hardly ever letting them see it all. If someone were to ask you, would you draw back the curtains and show them the full work in progress? I want you to realize that a stained glass window is more beautiful than a clean and clear one. You have the ability to show others that although previously broken, a stained glass window can become a masterpiece.

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Sep 29, 2021

Sep 29, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC

Stained Glass Window

You may be fooling everybody else, but you are not fooling me. I can see the show you put on to allow others the comfort of thinking you are okay, even though you are not. You do not want anyone to feel the pain of your shattered glass. The constant jokes and silly stories, used as a distraction to deter them from looking you in your eyes and seeing someone who is still stained from their past. They call you a jokester, and you like it, for you would rather be called goofy than bruised. You leave hints that grant a select few access to peek through the cracks, but hardly ever letting them see it all. If someone were to ask you, would you draw back the curtains and show them the full work in progress? I want you to realize that a stained glass window is more beautiful than a clean and clear one. You have the ability to show others that although previously broken, a stained glass window can become a masterpiece.

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and she is like a painting, the colors of her soul infuse the dark world around her. Flowers grow at the sound of her laugh, for that's all the warmth they need. Her smile radiates across the room, a light that invites and guides those who are lost. She lives, not with an overconfidence in herself, but with an understanding that her beauty is up to interpretation. She is able to admire the other paintings in the gallery, but still knows she has something beautiful to offer. She is just herself, and she is like a painting.

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Sep 16, 2021

Sep 16, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC

Surrealism

and she is like a painting, the colors of her soul infuse the dark world around her. Flowers grow at the sound of her laugh, for that's all the warmth they need. Her smile radiates across the room, a light that invites and guides those who are lost. She lives, not with an overconfidence in herself, but with an understanding that her beauty is up to interpretation. She is able to admire the other paintings in the gallery, but still knows she has something beautiful to offer. She is just herself, and she is like a painting.

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She believes herself to be broken, but what is broken anyway? Aren't we all a little broken? A daily battle with her inner demons, she is never at rest. How can she fight back? She doesn't have the energy to, she is just trying to survive. She is consumed by all the doubts she has placed on herself, confirmed by the critiques made by the crowd she surrounds herself with. She always seems to choose the wrong kind of love, because that's all she knows. But she herself is love... and she doesn't know that yet.

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Aug 10, 2021

Aug 10, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC

What I've Noticed in You

She believes herself to be broken, but what is broken anyway? Aren't we all a little broken? A daily battle with her inner demons, she is never at rest. How can she fight back? She doesn't have the energy to, she is just trying to survive. She is consumed by all the doubts she has placed on herself, confirmed by the critiques made by the crowd she surrounds herself with. She always seems to choose the wrong kind of love, because that's all she knows. But she herself is love... and she doesn't know that yet.

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she's stuck in the middle of wanting the world and wanting to leave it

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Jun 2, 2021

Jun 2, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC

stuck