Wateimo - Hello Poetry

I'm one of those. Left behind as a child, still struggling to find a home for my tears for my feelings for my pain for my joy. I'm one of those. Being chained down as a child, still fighting to break free from my insecurities from my fear from my silence from my shame. I'm one of those. Silenced when I was a child, still trying to find my voice to tell you all my stories all my emotions all my thoughts all my loneliness. I'm one of those. I'm one of the lost children.

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Nov 18, 2020

Nov 18, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC

Lost Children

I'm one of those. Left behind as a child, still struggling to find a home for my tears for my feelings for my pain for my joy. I'm one of those. Being chained down as a child, still fighting to break free from my insecurities from my fear from my silence from my shame. I'm one of those. Silenced when I was a child, still trying to find my voice to tell you all my stories all my emotions all my thoughts all my loneliness. I'm one of those. I'm one of the lost children.

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I will never be everything for him. He will never be everything for me. I will never be able to heal his scars. He will never be able to take away my pain. I will never be able to soothe his insecurities. He will never be able to dry all my tears. We will never be able to change the past. But we are able to change our future. We don't have to be everything. 'Cause we are enough. Enough for each other.

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Nov 13, 2020

Nov 13, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC

Maybe we

I will never be everything for him. He will never be everything for me. I will never be able to heal his scars. He will never be able to take away my pain. I will never be able to soothe his insecurities. He will never be able to dry all my tears. We will never be able to change the past. But we are able to change our future. We don't have to be everything. 'Cause we are enough. Enough for each other.

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If all the clocks stood still for a whole day I'd pack my bags and take a walk. As I leave the house I don't check my mail 'cause nobody could reach me anyway this day. I walk down the streets, breathe in the clean air and listen to the sound of silence since there are no cars or people around. A song forms in my mind, which I sing while walking down my path alone. I reach the park next to my home and look around. Noone's there except the wind fondling the trees and bushes. A few yellow flowers are growing on the meadow, not wondering why they are even there. I keep on walking, reach a huge square that's totally empty. I pull some chalk out of my backpack and begin drawing on the ground. I take my time drawing while admiring the place in a way I've never been able to before due to all the people and noise. "Love is the answer, not matter what you're asking.", is written there now for everyone to see. I leave the place, walking on, taking down flags, posters and stickers of fascists and racists on my way, replacing them with rainbows and hearts. Until the sun sets, I keep walking around, tearing down signs of hatred and building those of love. As midnight draws nearer I sit down in the park I visited first this day, watching the world starting up again. It starts with clocks ticking, birds singing, the growing sound of voices and vehicles. The others are waking up again, hopefully to notice the traces I've left behind, maybe wonder and think about them. I hope to have changed anything on this one day I had as my time stops and I fade away leaving a small share of silence. Finally my clock stood still.

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Oct 22, 2020

Oct 22, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC

If all the clocks stood still

If all the clocks stood still for a whole day I'd pack my bags and take a walk. As I leave the house I don't check my mail 'cause nobody could reach me anyway this day. I walk down the streets, breathe in the clean air and listen to the sound of silence since there are no cars or people around. A song forms in my mind, which I sing while walking down my path alone. I reach the park next to my home and look around. Noone's there except the wind fondling the trees and bushes. A few yellow flowers are growing on the meadow, not wondering why they are even there. I keep on walking, reach a huge square that's totally empty. I pull some chalk out of my backpack and begin drawing on the ground. I take my time drawing while admiring the place in a way I've never been able to before due to all the people and noise. "Love is the answer, not matter what you're asking.", is written there now for everyone to see. I leave the place, walking on, taking down flags, posters and stickers of fascists and racists on my way, replacing them with rainbows and hearts. Until the sun sets, I keep walking around, tearing down signs of hatred and building those of love. As midnight draws nearer I sit down in the park I visited first this day, watching the world starting up again. It starts with clocks ticking, birds singing, the growing sound of voices and vehicles. The others are waking up again, hopefully to notice the traces I've left behind, maybe wonder and think about them. I hope to have changed anything on this one day I had as my time stops and I fade away leaving a small share of silence. Finally my clock stood still.

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I'm searching for a place to come home to. A place that is calm and warm, a place to feel safe in after a long day out there. After a day in the cold world, filled with empty and silent people, filled with silence that screams and an emptiness that's crushing. I'm searching for a person to come home to. A person that is protective and loving, a person to feel safe with during a long day out there. Fighting with me against this world, not letting it steal our inner beauty, not letting it take away our words, so we don't become empty and silent. I thought I could find it with you. But I was wrong.

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC

Home

I'm searching for a place to come home to. A place that is calm and warm, a place to feel safe in after a long day out there. After a day in the cold world, filled with empty and silent people, filled with silence that screams and an emptiness that's crushing. I'm searching for a person to come home to. A person that is protective and loving, a person to feel safe with during a long day out there. Fighting with me against this world, not letting it steal our inner beauty, not letting it take away our words, so we don't become empty and silent. I thought I could find it with you. But I was wrong.

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Maybe I could fall asleep in your arms. Maybe that would silence the voices in my head. Maybe that would take away the feeling of loneliness. Maybe I could fall asleep in your arms. Maybe.

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC

Fall asleep

Maybe I could fall asleep in your arms. Maybe that would silence the voices in my head. Maybe that would take away the feeling of loneliness. Maybe I could fall asleep in your arms. Maybe.

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Depression is like Spooktober all the time except the funny memes and decoration.

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC

***** *****

Depression is like Spooktober all the time except the funny memes and decoration.

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It isn't just good music, long baths and good food. Salf Care is bearing yourself crying for several hours, saving yourself from hyperventilating, drying your tears and watch them flow again a few minutes later; taking a shower, eating healthy and enough food, not fighting your feelings just to function again but let them be and deal with them; talking to a friend, hearing somebody's voice, making that call you should have made days ago but were too afraid of; going to bed early, getting up the next morning, searching for the beauty in your daily life although it's horribly hard to find something right now. Self Care ist like giving yourself a long hug, pulling yourself up, and telling yourself it's not to late to fight and fix it.

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Oct 5, 2020

Oct 5, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC

Self Care

It isn't just good music, long baths and good food. Salf Care is bearing yourself crying for several hours, saving yourself from hyperventilating, drying your tears and watch them flow again a few minutes later; taking a shower, eating healthy and enough food, not fighting your feelings just to function again but let them be and deal with them; talking to a friend, hearing somebody's voice, making that call you should have made days ago but were too afraid of; going to bed early, getting up the next morning, searching for the beauty in your daily life although it's horribly hard to find something right now. Self Care ist like giving yourself a long hug, pulling yourself up, and telling yourself it's not to late to fight and fix it.

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My wrath is massive. To not hurt anyone I keep it locked away. Now the only one who's hurt by it is me.

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Oct 5, 2020

Oct 5, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC

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My wrath is massive. To not hurt anyone I keep it locked away. Now the only one who's hurt by it is me.

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Before giving in to a world that is corrupt, betraying my ideals and selling my morality I'd rather fight to keep them protected while I take one step closer to the end every day. I'm not gonna survive by selling myself out.

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Sep 28, 2020

Sep 28, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC

Not gonna survive

Before giving in to a world that is corrupt, betraying my ideals and selling my morality I'd rather fight to keep them protected while I take one step closer to the end every day. I'm not gonna survive by selling myself out.

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What if we were all once made to shine like the stars in the sky? What if we were meant to be beautiful? What if we were light? But then we got corrupted. What if?

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC

What if

What if we were all once made to shine like the stars in the sky? What if we were meant to be beautiful? What if we were light? But then we got corrupted. What if?

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