Sakkrah - Hello Poetry

I sit at my desk- as old as me. I practice and practice, with disappointing results. On my left, my magnifying mirror. I use it to check inside my mouth- whatever of my throat I can see. I look at it, while I'm sitting at my desk. I see that I am ******

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC

Mirror

I sit at my desk- as old as me. I practice and practice, with disappointing results. On my left, my magnifying mirror. I use it to check inside my mouth- whatever of my throat I can see. I look at it, while I'm sitting at my desk. I see that I am ******

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I am quite lost. Self loathing is my hobby, not a good one to socialize. I see the sky blue- so does everyone else. Yet at the same time, they see me as another. My mirror shows only the past to me- it shows that crushing truth. You do as well- as do drawings of you, stories even. You are so common... and we are so similar- though I am the monster. I am not like you. It hurts.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC

A future?

I am quite lost. Self loathing is my hobby, not a good one to socialize. I see the sky blue- so does everyone else. Yet at the same time, they see me as another. My mirror shows only the past to me- it shows that crushing truth. You do as well- as do drawings of you, stories even. You are so common... and we are so similar- though I am the monster. I am not like you. It hurts.

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She felt the gentle breeze stroking her hair, by now it was all she needed for her focus to come together. Excited and anxious, she is now showing to her friends. "Heh, I've gotten quite used to this now...!" - she lets out in quiet jubilation. A pocket the size of her hands formed slowly at them, invisible not- only for the dust gathering around it. She was not "used to it" at all though. A far cry for her acceptance among the other greens- the shivering and giddiness, her nervous inner laugh almost enough to tip it all over. She felt their gazes, their thoughts. It was very quickly getting too much. "I have it! I... only need to throw it! I c-can do it!" she thinks to herself- in a desperation growing bigger by the second. And just like that: "W-waah!" , her silly scream ended it all. The pocket turned against her, the shock wave pushes her to the ground, dust scattering all over while fittingly lifting her skirt for the others to see. A truly humiliating show. Defeated and ashamed, she gets up from the grassy ground slowly. A few shivers from cold and embarrassment can be seen, and with her hair covering what shame possible she quietly apologizes: "I... am sorry... I m-might have lied about my abilities... but I really tried..." Her chance is now gone and the realization quickly sinking in. She sits down and cries- the storm in her heart.

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC

The storm in Her heart.

She felt the gentle breeze stroking her hair, by now it was all she needed for her focus to come together. Excited and anxious, she is now showing to her friends. "Heh, I've gotten quite used to this now...!" - she lets out in quiet jubilation. A pocket the size of her hands formed slowly at them, invisible not- only for the dust gathering around it. She was not "used to it" at all though. A far cry for her acceptance among the other greens- the shivering and giddiness, her nervous inner laugh almost enough to tip it all over. She felt their gazes, their thoughts. It was very quickly getting too much. "I have it! I... only need to throw it! I c-can do it!" she thinks to herself- in a desperation growing bigger by the second. And just like that: "W-waah!" , her silly scream ended it all. The pocket turned against her, the shock wave pushes her to the ground, dust scattering all over while fittingly lifting her skirt for the others to see. A truly humiliating show. Defeated and ashamed, she gets up from the grassy ground slowly. A few shivers from cold and embarrassment can be seen, and with her hair covering what shame possible she quietly apologizes: "I... am sorry... I m-might have lied about my abilities... but I really tried..." Her chance is now gone and the realization quickly sinking in. She sits down and cries- the storm in her heart.

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It was early in the morning. The sun was bright already and Eva couldn't help but waking up. How annoying! It was only 6AM and determined to not get up, Eva grabs one of her two pillows and sandwiches her head in between them. Hoping this would block the sunlight- given her missing curtains. In a few minutes, Eva manages to relax once again, almost melding with her battle-worn blankets. One foot poking out trying to balance the volcanic heat, while having 3 layers of said blankets over the rest of her body. What a dumbo.

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Apr 30, 2019

Apr 30, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC

An early sunny morning -30/4/19

It was early in the morning. The sun was bright already and Eva couldn't help but waking up. How annoying! It was only 6AM and determined to not get up, Eva grabs one of her two pillows and sandwiches her head in between them. Hoping this would block the sunlight- given her missing curtains. In a few minutes, Eva manages to relax once again, almost melding with her battle-worn blankets. One foot poking out trying to balance the volcanic heat, while having 3 layers of said blankets over the rest of her body. What a dumbo.

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Growing up, my mother next to me. Growing up, years in darkness- filth, fear and pain. A feral loneliness. Growing up, a revelation, a smile. So amazing, some people would notice. Growing up, my trust shattered- a back stab from all I had left. Fear, confusion and tears... anger. Growing up, I end up in a new home. Hopeful. For a time. Growing up, Rocks at my back- my ears deaf as I am carried away. My feet bleeding, holes in my smile. The nurse yet confused- why was I there? Growing up, I ran away. I find myself in this foster home- a lot of work and a few smiles. Growing up... I stopped. Back to that darkness I had to go, this time with my newfound experience. I thought to rise against the odds- to instead fail. Growing up were all my problems, my pain, my debts... I now cry over them. I wish I could be normal. I... hate it. I am tired...

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC

Growing up - 17/3/19

Growing up, my mother next to me. Growing up, years in darkness- filth, fear and pain. A feral loneliness. Growing up, a revelation, a smile. So amazing, some people would notice. Growing up, my trust shattered- a back stab from all I had left. Fear, confusion and tears... anger. Growing up, I end up in a new home. Hopeful. For a time. Growing up, Rocks at my back- my ears deaf as I am carried away. My feet bleeding, holes in my smile. The nurse yet confused- why was I there? Growing up, I ran away. I find myself in this foster home- a lot of work and a few smiles. Growing up... I stopped. Back to that darkness I had to go, this time with my newfound experience. I thought to rise against the odds- to instead fail. Growing up were all my problems, my pain, my debts... I now cry over them. I wish I could be normal. I... hate it. I am tired...

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The fear for my health, to see myself even worse than this. I cry and tear myself apart in frustration. You who were supposed to guide me and follow me- to teach me how to live, to teach me how to survive. It is in my body now, it is pain and it is ugly. I am ugly. I am in pain. It's humiliating. I try my best- I want to be the best, to win over everyone. I need to satisfy my superiority complex- Eva has been through it all, "You're the best!". And yet with my smile, with my skin, with my breaths... with my gaze it all falls apart. I am so glad to be able to write, to be able to see, to sing... But I wish I couldn't- I wish it to be over, this humiliation. I am tired of not existing, I can't do it anymore. And yet I will never be able to end it. It's so humiliating. I just want to be like everyone else.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC

Humiliation - 17/3/19

The fear for my health, to see myself even worse than this. I cry and tear myself apart in frustration. You who were supposed to guide me and follow me- to teach me how to live, to teach me how to survive. It is in my body now, it is pain and it is ugly. I am ugly. I am in pain. It's humiliating. I try my best- I want to be the best, to win over everyone. I need to satisfy my superiority complex- Eva has been through it all, "You're the best!". And yet with my smile, with my skin, with my breaths... with my gaze it all falls apart. I am so glad to be able to write, to be able to see, to sing... But I wish I couldn't- I wish it to be over, this humiliation. I am tired of not existing, I can't do it anymore. And yet I will never be able to end it. It's so humiliating. I just want to be like everyone else.

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