Smoking_ashtray - Hello Poetry

I book the same apartment, for the same dates, for another year The hall creaks so desperately now that you are not here I go to the same spots, for the same time, walking the same way I miss the warmth of your hand, the cold caresses without consent, a reminder that I couldn't make you stay In the evening I sit on the beach and light up a cigarette, like I used to when I was with you I feel the kiss of the salty sea spray against my face, a ghostly reminder of the one true, whose feeling I cannot replace

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Sep 4, 2021

Sep 4, 2021 at 7:05 PM UTC

When With You

I book the same apartment, for the same dates, for another year The hall creaks so desperately now that you are not here I go to the same spots, for the same time, walking the same way I miss the warmth of your hand, the cold caresses without consent, a reminder that I couldn't make you stay In the evening I sit on the beach and light up a cigarette, like I used to when I was with you I feel the kiss of the salty sea spray against my face, a ghostly reminder of the one true, whose feeling I cannot replace

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Dreams come and often go, But you are the deam that will not let go. A dream that weights my stomach but leaves hollow my chest, An after taste that reminds me of you at your best. Attached to memories I secretly cherish and to me do gently sing, It is not that l o n g for you but closure that you will never bring.

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Aug 26, 2021

Aug 26, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC

A Dream That Will Not Pass

Dreams come and often go, But you are the deam that will not let go. A dream that weights my stomach but leaves hollow my chest, An after taste that reminds me of you at your best. Attached to memories I secretly cherish and to me do gently sing, It is not that l o n g for you but closure that you will never bring.

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I always thought time would heal these wounds, Emotional trauma from years past, Forgotten by the abuser but never by the victim. We play pretend, Acting as though all is well, like a well rehearsed scene from a hollywood film. But a stiffness has set in and the take no longer looks believable, The director calls cut! Unaware of the fatigue and mental strain his little puppets are under, trapped within their contractual silence. There is no expression of their pain, they are not reflected in this adaption. So here I am drinking on a thursday, because as the bottle becomes emptied of liquor, it quickly fills again with the fear, anxiety and confusion that will always be repressed.

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Jul 15, 2021

Jul 15, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC

Drinking on a Thursday

I always thought time would heal these wounds, Emotional trauma from years past, Forgotten by the abuser but never by the victim. We play pretend, Acting as though all is well, like a well rehearsed scene from a hollywood film. But a stiffness has set in and the take no longer looks believable, The director calls cut! Unaware of the fatigue and mental strain his little puppets are under, trapped within their contractual silence. There is no expression of their pain, they are not reflected in this adaption. So here I am drinking on a thursday, because as the bottle becomes emptied of liquor, it quickly fills again with the fear, anxiety and confusion that will always be repressed.

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I don't know you but I want to I don't know you but I dream of you I don't know you but I wait for your call I don't know you, I don't know you at all. I don't know you but I feel close to you I don't know you but I overdose on you I don't know you but still I wait for your call I don't know you, I don't know you at all. I don't know you but I tried to I don't know you but I would have died to I don't know you but I'm still expecting your call So who am I? When I don't know you at all.

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Jun 28, 2021

Jun 28, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC

Know You

I don't know you but I want to I don't know you but I dream of you I don't know you but I wait for your call I don't know you, I don't know you at all. I don't know you but I feel close to you I don't know you but I overdose on you I don't know you but still I wait for your call I don't know you, I don't know you at all. I don't know you but I tried to I don't know you but I would have died to I don't know you but I'm still expecting your call So who am I? When I don't know you at all.

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Trapped inside this pen, I write the words but they never show on these pages Try as I may I know the ink has been dry for ages Bottled up but never sent, The water in which my darkest insecurities flow does not make it past the dam that builds up as a lump in my throat It’s depth, which was once only two foot deep, has now become fifty and I am left to drown in self pity That was until you, a wandering deer, took a chance in the currents that had claimed many before.

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Jun 27, 2021

Jun 27, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC

Burst

Trapped inside this pen, I write the words but they never show on these pages Try as I may I know the ink has been dry for ages Bottled up but never sent, The water in which my darkest insecurities flow does not make it past the dam that builds up as a lump in my throat It’s depth, which was once only two foot deep, has now become fifty and I am left to drown in self pity That was until you, a wandering deer, took a chance in the currents that had claimed many before.

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It starts a spark in my stomach, a passion from down in my soul, my heart only plays to the sound of rock and roll. My eyes ignite a blaze, you're caught in their gaze, trapped behind the glass of their fiery glaze. "I would do anything for love" is all that will play, the fire is more than my stare can contain, together our bodies erupt into inferno. Each kiss is tender but wild, each touch is soft but violent, each moment is peaceful but chaotic. Every spit and crackle from the fiery blaze is an emotion we can no longer conceal. You unleash it all upon me, every raw ounce of feeling that has suffocated your heart. It fills me up and with every breath it pumps through my veins corrupting my soul, it's flame once red now burns deeper blue. I've lost myself in you, together we are locked in two, caught in your cage, you begin to steal my flame. Distracted by the way you call my name, I do not feel the pain, suffocating in the sweet symphonies of your body. The passion in your eyes, ignites a fire in your soul, your heart now only plays to the sound of rock and roll.

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Jun 26, 2021

Jun 26, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC

Rock Ballad

It starts a spark in my stomach, a passion from down in my soul, my heart only plays to the sound of rock and roll. My eyes ignite a blaze, you're caught in their gaze, trapped behind the glass of their fiery glaze. "I would do anything for love" is all that will play, the fire is more than my stare can contain, together our bodies erupt into inferno. Each kiss is tender but wild, each touch is soft but violent, each moment is peaceful but chaotic. Every spit and crackle from the fiery blaze is an emotion we can no longer conceal. You unleash it all upon me, every raw ounce of feeling that has suffocated your heart. It fills me up and with every breath it pumps through my veins corrupting my soul, it's flame once red now burns deeper blue. I've lost myself in you, together we are locked in two, caught in your cage, you begin to steal my flame. Distracted by the way you call my name, I do not feel the pain, suffocating in the sweet symphonies of your body. The passion in your eyes, ignites a fire in your soul, your heart now only plays to the sound of rock and roll.

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What happens when we take our last breath? Do we know? Or like with all the moments that fill our lives, does it pass us by? Do we ever savour moments? Or is the savouring of a moment in fact another moment? Like with all the questions I have ever asked in life, I am left with more questions and rarely ever answers. So don't question, just do. Don't think, just feel. Don't just speak, act. Because who knows what happens when we take our last breath.

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Jun 23, 2021

Jun 23, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC

Last Breath

What happens when we take our last breath? Do we know? Or like with all the moments that fill our lives, does it pass us by? Do we ever savour moments? Or is the savouring of a moment in fact another moment? Like with all the questions I have ever asked in life, I am left with more questions and rarely ever answers. So don't question, just do. Don't think, just feel. Don't just speak, act. Because who knows what happens when we take our last breath.

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I can paint all the details of your face, from your soft cheeks and delicate grin to the tiny dimple that sits in your chin. But your eyes, I have no clue... Are they green? Are they Blue? It's always different in my memories of you, fields of luscious green, seas of crystal blue. Oh how I wish I knew, Are they green? Are they blue? I stare longingly, drawn into the riptide, Swirling peacefully in the chaos, Only to come to the end with no recollection, Just the warm feeling that radiates from your stare. Were they green? Were they blue?

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC

Are They Green, Are They Blue

I can paint all the details of your face, from your soft cheeks and delicate grin to the tiny dimple that sits in your chin. But your eyes, I have no clue... Are they green? Are they Blue? It's always different in my memories of you, fields of luscious green, seas of crystal blue. Oh how I wish I knew, Are they green? Are they blue? I stare longingly, drawn into the riptide, Swirling peacefully in the chaos, Only to come to the end with no recollection, Just the warm feeling that radiates from your stare. Were they green? Were they blue?

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Each chord played is agony, Running my fingers over the strings, The strings that feel each and every scar, Scars cut oh so deep into my heart Raw emotion etched across my face, An indescribable pain that can be heard in each quiver of my voice, The sound is of the song trapped in my soul way below, Every echo from the speakers is a call from my forever aching heart, A heart torn apart with one wish to be whole “Hallelujah” rolls from my lips as a whisper, Faith placed blindly in a god that I don’t believe in, I write down all I can, Bleeding heavily into these empty pages, The music that plays is the only way I can communicate how I’m truly feeling, A desperate attempt to be in the comfort of another As I continue to play the tears stream uncontrollably down my face, These eyes once blue have faded to grey, Words that have no meaning, Dreams that aren't worth dreaming, Facing a dark corner just screaming Exhausted, My heart still barely beating, I drop my guitar, I know I’m defeated, Succumbed to this damming feeling

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC

Heart Strings

Each chord played is agony, Running my fingers over the strings, The strings that feel each and every scar, Scars cut oh so deep into my heart Raw emotion etched across my face, An indescribable pain that can be heard in each quiver of my voice, The sound is of the song trapped in my soul way below, Every echo from the speakers is a call from my forever aching heart, A heart torn apart with one wish to be whole “Hallelujah” rolls from my lips as a whisper, Faith placed blindly in a god that I don’t believe in, I write down all I can, Bleeding heavily into these empty pages, The music that plays is the only way I can communicate how I’m truly feeling, A desperate attempt to be in the comfort of another As I continue to play the tears stream uncontrollably down my face, These eyes once blue have faded to grey, Words that have no meaning, Dreams that aren't worth dreaming, Facing a dark corner just screaming Exhausted, My heart still barely beating, I drop my guitar, I know I’m defeated, Succumbed to this damming feeling

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Don’t wear a smile to mask the pain Don’t hide the tears behind the rain Don’t disguise your confusion for one bad day Don’t hide Don’t believe your issues too small to talk about Don’t forget who you are to fit other people’s perceptions of who you should be Don’t lose faith in others when you’ve lost faith in yourself Don’t hide The rollercoaster of emotions you ride only signifies that you are human Forgive yourself for your mistakes refusing will only lead to more heartbreak Don’t hide It’s okay to be numb It’s okay to be sore When you’re at your lowest just know you can only move forward from there Because it’s okay, not to feel okay

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Jan 13, 2020

Jan 13, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC

Don’t Hide

Don’t wear a smile to mask the pain Don’t hide the tears behind the rain Don’t disguise your confusion for one bad day Don’t hide Don’t believe your issues too small to talk about Don’t forget who you are to fit other people’s perceptions of who you should be Don’t lose faith in others when you’ve lost faith in yourself Don’t hide The rollercoaster of emotions you ride only signifies that you are human Forgive yourself for your mistakes refusing will only lead to more heartbreak Don’t hide It’s okay to be numb It’s okay to be sore When you’re at your lowest just know you can only move forward from there Because it’s okay, not to feel okay

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