abi-sarnacki - Hello Poetry

Silence roars like a stormy sea and stirs the waters of the mind, making nightmares and reality become intertwined. All fears and insecurities come to life, causing slashes with the knife. They hit the mind like giant waves crashing against a dinghy lost and alone in the middle of a wild sea. Gasping for air as the waves crash down, there is no wish of surviving - only the wish to drown. Dripping blood and painful breath are hoped to be the sign of death, but opened eyes realize, unfortunately, despite how real it all may seem, death was just an evil dream. Scars are proof of all the pain that will surely come again to embed how it feels to know that all the nightmares were real.

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Sep 2, 2012

Sep 2, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC

abi-sarnacki

The Storm (Fear from Insecurities)

Silence roars like a stormy sea and stirs the waters of the mind, making nightmares and reality become intertwined. All fears and insecurities come to life, causing slashes with the knife. They hit the mind like giant waves crashing against a dinghy lost and alone in the middle of a wild sea. Gasping for air as the waves crash down, there is no wish of surviving - only the wish to drown. Dripping blood and painful breath are hoped to be the sign of death, but opened eyes realize, unfortunately, despite how real it all may seem, death was just an evil dream. Scars are proof of all the pain that will surely come again to embed how it feels to know that all the nightmares were real.

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the tears fall from my eyes and splatter across the page, like polka dots. this paper, forever stained, is like my heart: *never can it return to the perfect condition it once was in.* The polka dotted paper will never be pure, and my heart will never be whole, both because of you.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC

abi-sarnacki

Missing Piece

the tears fall from my eyes and splatter across the page, like polka dots. this paper, forever stained, is like my heart: *never can it return to the perfect condition it once was in.* The polka dotted paper will never be pure, and my heart will never be whole, both because of you.

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Forgiveness. Such a thing shouldn't be wasted. *Who am I, a worthless nobody, To want you, my entire world, To forgive me?* **A person can Forgive only so many times.** *Why waste your forgiveness on Someone as unimportant as me?* Save it. Give it to someone Who you, yourself, can not live without. There are so many people who Mean so much to you, So go. Now. Find one. *I know I say these words aloud, And tell you to to pass me by, But deep down, a part of me hopes That the somebody you pick Is me.*

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC

abi-sarnacki

Forgiveness

Forgiveness. Such a thing shouldn't be wasted. *Who am I, a worthless nobody, To want you, my entire world, To forgive me?* **A person can Forgive only so many times.** *Why waste your forgiveness on Someone as unimportant as me?* Save it. Give it to someone Who you, yourself, can not live without. There are so many people who Mean so much to you, So go. Now. Find one. *I know I say these words aloud, And tell you to to pass me by, But deep down, a part of me hopes That the somebody you pick Is me.*

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I long to see you smiling, laughing to look into your eyes I yearn for that one moment when I gave you what you wanted and all time seemed to stop everything was perfect I desperately want to say how much I love you how much I miss you that I think about always But none of this will happen the right words – right time it never comes You don’t view me the way I do you I will always be yours, But you will never be mine.

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May 19, 2011

May 19, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC

abi-sarnacki

Yours, Not Mine

I long to see you smiling, laughing to look into your eyes I yearn for that one moment when I gave you what you wanted and all time seemed to stop everything was perfect I desperately want to say how much I love you how much I miss you that I think about always But none of this will happen the right words – right time it never comes You don’t view me the way I do you I will always be yours, But you will never be mine.

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