Vixxen - Hello Poetry

Your my rock you know that right? i’ll be your rock too it’s just that i’m eroding

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Jan 7, 2021

Jan 7, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC

Your my rock you know that right? i’ll be your rock too it’s just that i’m eroding

Hey moma Could you spare a second To listen to me To be there I know I’m being selfish Wanting your time for myself But don’t I deserve it? Years of letting you go off to take care of someone else Years of waiting for that thing we can bond over Im just asking to feel apart of your life again I wanna feel like I did when I hated Thursday’s because that meant it was dads turn I just want to feel worth your time again

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC

Hey

Hey moma Could you spare a second To listen to me To be there I know I’m being selfish Wanting your time for myself But don’t I deserve it? Years of letting you go off to take care of someone else Years of waiting for that thing we can bond over Im just asking to feel apart of your life again I wanna feel like I did when I hated Thursday’s because that meant it was dads turn I just want to feel worth your time again

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I’m thinking about sleep like dreams think about sheep And parents think about cleaning And pirates think about careening I’m thinking about sleep like math thinks about x And controllers think about x and x thinks about doubt

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Mar 12, 2020

Mar 12, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC

Thinking of Sleep

I’m thinking about sleep like dreams think about sheep And parents think about cleaning And pirates think about careening I’m thinking about sleep like math thinks about x And controllers think about x and x thinks about doubt

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You do no not deserve what pain has been given to you. If others have gone through worse You still can feel your own problems Care for yourself Please

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC

Please

You do no not deserve what pain has been given to you. If others have gone through worse You still can feel your own problems Care for yourself Please

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Why do I have to? Why do I have to think that your ignoring me when you’ve just not spotted me in the crowd? Why do I panic about the way I look for one date when you see me practically every day? Why do I feel like I’m not trying hard enough when I’ve almost burnt out? Why does your paper cut hurt more than the stab wounds placed upon my back? Why do I feel bad about providing evidence to defend myself? Why is it okay that I feel smaller than you? When in heart and will I’m so much stronger?

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC

Well ain’t this just f-ing angsty (part one)

Why do I have to? Why do I have to think that your ignoring me when you’ve just not spotted me in the crowd? Why do I panic about the way I look for one date when you see me practically every day? Why do I feel like I’m not trying hard enough when I’ve almost burnt out? Why does your paper cut hurt more than the stab wounds placed upon my back? Why do I feel bad about providing evidence to defend myself? Why is it okay that I feel smaller than you? When in heart and will I’m so much stronger?

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As she sits In a cave Blocked in by a wall of insecurity A light hangs from the tall ceiling It’s made of the lies she tells herself But The light is not very bright For it is of hatred And not many things can give off a little light Let alone something like this The cave walls have carvings and drawings on them All incredible But in between these beautiful creations are horrible comments and criticism Not helpful criticism mind you But awful, awful things By one wall There is a bed It’s a beautiful bed Made by all those who told her empty promises And made her feel safe Even if the feeling is not to be trusted For these people Have placed a pea under the incredible mattress It’s the unsettling feeling that, maybe Just maybe, these people are not trustworthy That pea will stick with her the rest of her life It might become smaller as the years go on But that is unlikely Soon shall a hole in that door way be dug Dug by hope, love, anything good But, it is not the feelings of these that dig her out It is the many people who represent these things They may not know her as well as they should But the hope is still there She has been rescued But her journey is not over yet

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC

The Cave

As she sits In a cave Blocked in by a wall of insecurity A light hangs from the tall ceiling It’s made of the lies she tells herself But The light is not very bright For it is of hatred And not many things can give off a little light Let alone something like this The cave walls have carvings and drawings on them All incredible But in between these beautiful creations are horrible comments and criticism Not helpful criticism mind you But awful, awful things By one wall There is a bed It’s a beautiful bed Made by all those who told her empty promises And made her feel safe Even if the feeling is not to be trusted For these people Have placed a pea under the incredible mattress It’s the unsettling feeling that, maybe Just maybe, these people are not trustworthy That pea will stick with her the rest of her life It might become smaller as the years go on But that is unlikely Soon shall a hole in that door way be dug Dug by hope, love, anything good But, it is not the feelings of these that dig her out It is the many people who represent these things They may not know her as well as they should But the hope is still there She has been rescued But her journey is not over yet

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A time and space A place to be with a bit o’gold and a bit o’courage Hey I see the way we move the swords against our enemies together slashing and shouting trying to make sense of everything until they flee or are slaughtered on the deck Hey, to bad they underestimated how well we work and protect our goals and gold. Tomorrow another day shall bring a bit more o’gold.

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC

A Bit O’gold

A time and space A place to be with a bit o’gold and a bit o’courage Hey I see the way we move the swords against our enemies together slashing and shouting trying to make sense of everything until they flee or are slaughtered on the deck Hey, to bad they underestimated how well we work and protect our goals and gold. Tomorrow another day shall bring a bit more o’gold.

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Scribble scratch The world shall hear my words Scritch nitch Paper is outdated Scratch scribble The art of poetry is dying Nitch scritch Thank god it’s being saved by tech Scrabble scribble Poetry learns to thrive once more, but at the cost tech Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Thats up to you Scribble scratch

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC

Art

Scribble scratch The world shall hear my words Scritch nitch Paper is outdated Scratch scribble The art of poetry is dying Nitch scritch Thank god it’s being saved by tech Scrabble scribble Poetry learns to thrive once more, but at the cost tech Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Thats up to you Scribble scratch

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Those that matter to you, Should be those who care about you.

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC

Who Matters

Those that matter to you, Should be those who care about you.

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Green, black, and sometimes brown Sometimes turtles can be confused with tortoises Which is understandable Considering that they have similar body shapes But that’s not the point. The point is we are still the same even though we have different habits, We still can all trace our blood back to ocean bacteria Let that sink in for a moment Your technically related to danger noodles

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC

Turtles

Green, black, and sometimes brown Sometimes turtles can be confused with tortoises Which is understandable Considering that they have similar body shapes But that’s not the point. The point is we are still the same even though we have different habits, We still can all trace our blood back to ocean bacteria Let that sink in for a moment Your technically related to danger noodles

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