Rumorr - Hello Poetry

I woke up today, while the sun was at its peak. While the blue sky was luminous and vast, and While the air was unconfined and hot. I woke up to a heart, thumping and thudding a rhythm complemented by the Singing and swaying of the evergreens standing ever so gracefully and poise. I woke up breathing in a sweet air that urged to coat my lungs, racing to encompass all that I am. Waking up today- was beautiful and romantic, a love letter to my being. It was wanted, and it gave me the courage to long for more tomorrows.

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Jan 4, 2023

Jan 4, 2023 at 8:36 PM UTC

God wrote me a love letter

I woke up today, while the sun was at its peak. While the blue sky was luminous and vast, and While the air was unconfined and hot. I woke up to a heart, thumping and thudding a rhythm complemented by the Singing and swaying of the evergreens standing ever so gracefully and poise. I woke up breathing in a sweet air that urged to coat my lungs, racing to encompass all that I am. Waking up today- was beautiful and romantic, a love letter to my being. It was wanted, and it gave me the courage to long for more tomorrows.

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I made a promise to God that I would not react this way. I promised Him that I would be strong and maintain a straight face.. Did He know that I was lying? Could He tell that underneath my sincere apology that I would rather give up than to keep trying? Because- I wasn't sincere. I still had the emptiness clawing at my head- screaming at me, pleading to my heart that I wanted to be dead. But, that is not what I said. I promised God that, in the end, I would remember what He taught me. I would put Him first because He would never leave... I knew that I was lying. Did He? I would rather give up than to force myself to keep trying.

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Jul 9, 2022

Jul 9, 2022 at 4:04 PM UTC

Empty Promises

I made a promise to God that I would not react this way. I promised Him that I would be strong and maintain a straight face.. Did He know that I was lying? Could He tell that underneath my sincere apology that I would rather give up than to keep trying? Because- I wasn't sincere. I still had the emptiness clawing at my head- screaming at me, pleading to my heart that I wanted to be dead. But, that is not what I said. I promised God that, in the end, I would remember what He taught me. I would put Him first because He would never leave... I knew that I was lying. Did He? I would rather give up than to force myself to keep trying.

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God Why me. I'm so hurt I'm so tired. I've asked for death Multiple times. Only to be ignored. I'm too tired to keep going. And my brain is to heavy. I need some time to close my eyes And to feel the silence that doesn't surround me. I need this to end. God, I can't do this any more. My heart doesn't beat My lungs don't breathe- My eyes don't see And there is nothing left here for me.

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Feb 23, 2022

Feb 23, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC

2.23.2022

God Why me. I'm so hurt I'm so tired. I've asked for death Multiple times. Only to be ignored. I'm too tired to keep going. And my brain is to heavy. I need some time to close my eyes And to feel the silence that doesn't surround me. I need this to end. God, I can't do this any more. My heart doesn't beat My lungs don't breathe- My eyes don't see And there is nothing left here for me.

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When I look into her eyes, I see everything I have always wanted to be. I see a girl who is admired and loved by all who happen to be in her presence. She happens to be a girl who knows what she wants and gets what she pleases without having to ask. How can I measure up to this girl when everything I am is plain and simple. How can we be in the same room when her features shine a light on everything that I do not have. I can not love myself when I have learned that I am worth nothing compared to her. She knows that, and I do too. They only call me pretty when I'm with her anyway, so what do I do when I'm alone? Nothing but pray that I have the courage to change everything I am as time goes on.

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Jan 21, 2022

Jan 21, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC

They only call me pretty when I'm with her

When I look into her eyes, I see everything I have always wanted to be. I see a girl who is admired and loved by all who happen to be in her presence. She happens to be a girl who knows what she wants and gets what she pleases without having to ask. How can I measure up to this girl when everything I am is plain and simple. How can we be in the same room when her features shine a light on everything that I do not have. I can not love myself when I have learned that I am worth nothing compared to her. She knows that, and I do too. They only call me pretty when I'm with her anyway, so what do I do when I'm alone? Nothing but pray that I have the courage to change everything I am as time goes on.

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As I sit here, staring at the lunch I had an hour ago, I can't help but to feel disgusted. As hard as I try to ignore it, the saliva dripping onto my feet makes its way into my consciousness, reminding me of how low I am. I constantly avoid looking at my hands, for seeing what I have done makes me want to despise myself even more than I already do. The dull throbbing at the base of my neck coming from this compromising position almost makes me want to sit up straight and put an end to this activity; however, I know that I don't want to stop, not yet. I have so much more I know I can let go

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May 26, 2021

May 26, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC

Get up, please

As I sit here, staring at the lunch I had an hour ago, I can't help but to feel disgusted. As hard as I try to ignore it, the saliva dripping onto my feet makes its way into my consciousness, reminding me of how low I am. I constantly avoid looking at my hands, for seeing what I have done makes me want to despise myself even more than I already do. The dull throbbing at the base of my neck coming from this compromising position almost makes me want to sit up straight and put an end to this activity; however, I know that I don't want to stop, not yet. I have so much more I know I can let go

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He's gone.. The muse to all of my most precious work is gone. And that is pain.

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC

He's gone

He's gone.. The muse to all of my most precious work is gone. And that is pain.

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Food. What is food? Is it something everyone needs to survive? Is it the thing that takes forever to make and has even less time time to enjoy? Is it the beautiful plants that grow in the right season that produces so much pride that they deserve an instagram post? Or is the thing that many people will never have the money to see? For me, it is the center of everyday. It is the one thing that I know dictates my entire life. It is the one thing I wish I could forget and the one thing I wish I could live without. It is the thing that forces me to do math, and it is the thing that keeps me from knowing any sort of satisfaction. It is the thing that makes me wish I were someone else, anyone else. It is the thing that I spend hours thinking about, measuring, classifying, and the one thing that I can never seem to get correct. It is also the thing that makes me cry at night. It makes me feel alone. It is the thing that causes me to spend every day working out even when I don't want to, and it has made me be friends with a scale that isn't very friendly. It is a bully, a cruel "ex" friend that wishes I were never born and it is a fighter that knows how to pack a heavy punch. For me, it has not been very kind. It has been the thing that controls who I am. It is THE thing, and sadly, it is everything.

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC

Food

Food. What is food? Is it something everyone needs to survive? Is it the thing that takes forever to make and has even less time time to enjoy? Is it the beautiful plants that grow in the right season that produces so much pride that they deserve an instagram post? Or is the thing that many people will never have the money to see? For me, it is the center of everyday. It is the one thing that I know dictates my entire life. It is the one thing I wish I could forget and the one thing I wish I could live without. It is the thing that forces me to do math, and it is the thing that keeps me from knowing any sort of satisfaction. It is the thing that makes me wish I were someone else, anyone else. It is the thing that I spend hours thinking about, measuring, classifying, and the one thing that I can never seem to get correct. It is also the thing that makes me cry at night. It makes me feel alone. It is the thing that causes me to spend every day working out even when I don't want to, and it has made me be friends with a scale that isn't very friendly. It is a bully, a cruel "ex" friend that wishes I were never born and it is a fighter that knows how to pack a heavy punch. For me, it has not been very kind. It has been the thing that controls who I am. It is THE thing, and sadly, it is everything.

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I crave to be gazed at during sunrise with fingers tracing the edges of my frame. Brown eyes should reflect the yearning present in mine and be colored with the eagerness of being forever close. The peonise outside of our window would sway in the calm breeze that enclosed our home, brushing against each brick. We would bask in the warmth of our sheets and inhale the air that was contaminated with each song of love that we breathed. There would only be you and I, eternally bathing in the scent of being in love.

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Sep 16, 2020

Sep 16, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC

The Scent of Being in Love

I crave to be gazed at during sunrise with fingers tracing the edges of my frame. Brown eyes should reflect the yearning present in mine and be colored with the eagerness of being forever close. The peonise outside of our window would sway in the calm breeze that enclosed our home, brushing against each brick. We would bask in the warmth of our sheets and inhale the air that was contaminated with each song of love that we breathed. There would only be you and I, eternally bathing in the scent of being in love.

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I wake up and see you. I go to sleep. And see you. I pick up my phone and see you. I see - salty water marks on my pillows, a heaving chest expanding and contracting with a tremble, and I see a gray haze covering the surfaces I no longer wish to touch. I see somber flowers and I see candles that struggle to give off light even in the dullest of days. I see until the pain creeps back in and reclaims my clear eyes once again.

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May 16, 2020

May 16, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC

A life without Corey La Barrie

I wake up and see you. I go to sleep. And see you. I pick up my phone and see you. I see - salty water marks on my pillows, a heaving chest expanding and contracting with a tremble, and I see a gray haze covering the surfaces I no longer wish to touch. I see somber flowers and I see candles that struggle to give off light even in the dullest of days. I see until the pain creeps back in and reclaims my clear eyes once again.

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Alas, the house is quiet. A woman whom can not be particularly described as "dainty" but aged by a trying life has succumbed to sleep within her corner of the bricked home. The home's walls made of plaster start their creaking, accompanied by a soft roar sounding from the a/c that can never stay fixed for more than a few months at a time. Darkness overtakes each room one by one until the home is one big shadow of black in itself. Shadows dance along four walls covered in an ugly neutral green that yearns to haunt memories as long as one shall live. They grow and grow as the night lingers on, taking on various forms until they retire for the rest of the night. The cold sends its piercing scent of metal to and fro, taking up as much oxygen as possible. But, alas. A faint blue makes its appearance through a 5 by 3 window in the north wall, expanding until it illuminates my cold room, snatching the evil shadows along with it.

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC

Nighttime

Alas, the house is quiet. A woman whom can not be particularly described as "dainty" but aged by a trying life has succumbed to sleep within her corner of the bricked home. The home's walls made of plaster start their creaking, accompanied by a soft roar sounding from the a/c that can never stay fixed for more than a few months at a time. Darkness overtakes each room one by one until the home is one big shadow of black in itself. Shadows dance along four walls covered in an ugly neutral green that yearns to haunt memories as long as one shall live. They grow and grow as the night lingers on, taking on various forms until they retire for the rest of the night. The cold sends its piercing scent of metal to and fro, taking up as much oxygen as possible. But, alas. A faint blue makes its appearance through a 5 by 3 window in the north wall, expanding until it illuminates my cold room, snatching the evil shadows along with it.

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