acting-naturally - Hello Poetry

I hate to say I don't care But honestly life is so unfair I dare not to say a word of more Because I literally don't care anymore

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acting-naturally

Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

modern-serenity

Faded

I hate to say I don't care But honestly life is so unfair I dare not to say a word of more Because I literally don't care anymore

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She spoke of poetry as though it were her goodbye letter. No- not to the world, but to her pain. And what was baffling about her was how someone so beautiful, both inside-out, be broken and darkened by her past. But something that I was blinded to in the beginning was that even in all that darkness, a light so majestic, absolutely luminous, existed. It was her that was blinded of the true beauty she was blessed with. Her insecurities blinded her of who she really was, of what she could be capable of. She was her own enemy.

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acting-naturally

Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC

jaee-derbessy

Self-blinding

She spoke of poetry as though it were her goodbye letter. No- not to the world, but to her pain. And what was baffling about her was how someone so beautiful, both inside-out, be broken and darkened by her past. But something that I was blinded to in the beginning was that even in all that darkness, a light so majestic, absolutely luminous, existed. It was her that was blinded of the true beauty she was blessed with. Her insecurities blinded her of who she really was, of what she could be capable of. She was her own enemy.

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We lie: to everyone and anyone. Especially ourselves. For some of us it's natural; like blinking or breathing. For some of us it's necessary; when the truth is too much to bear. For those of us still moral enough, it is difficult, even painful. But never impossible. We were made to lie.

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Liars

We lie: to everyone and anyone. Especially ourselves. For some of us it's natural; like blinking or breathing. For some of us it's necessary; when the truth is too much to bear. For those of us still moral enough, it is difficult, even painful. But never impossible. We were made to lie.

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Hush Hush Dim the lights Concentrate on nothing Free your thoughts; let them gallop across the expanses of your mind; nothing attached. Let worries drift away like balloons in the sky floating up and up, ailing in gusts of wind, rising eternally until they are out of sight and, eventually, out of mind. Slowly drift while your mind wanders and wonders and ponders until there is nothing

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Sleep

Hush Hush Dim the lights Concentrate on nothing Free your thoughts; let them gallop across the expanses of your mind; nothing attached. Let worries drift away like balloons in the sky floating up and up, ailing in gusts of wind, rising eternally until they are out of sight and, eventually, out of mind. Slowly drift while your mind wanders and wonders and ponders until there is nothing

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Do they understand I am standing in the room trying to make sense of what I do not want to see. I am witness to every motion, every word branded into my memory, all of it a blur. Like a movie, a scene rehearsed beyond perfection, so real that their only audience trembles with confusion and fear. Do I understand the reasons, big and small, behind the raised voices, sudden, spastic movements, reddened faces, hands flying erradically, spit sailing from lips to air. Questions met with inadequate and nonsensical responses. Accusations like tumblers, dangerously thrown in the air. Do you understand why they continue when there is no winner, only losers filled with hurt. Nothing new happens but new sparks alight, each more inconsequential than the last. There is no point, no moving on. The cycle continues.

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Screaming For Sport

Do they understand I am standing in the room trying to make sense of what I do not want to see. I am witness to every motion, every word branded into my memory, all of it a blur. Like a movie, a scene rehearsed beyond perfection, so real that their only audience trembles with confusion and fear. Do I understand the reasons, big and small, behind the raised voices, sudden, spastic movements, reddened faces, hands flying erradically, spit sailing from lips to air. Questions met with inadequate and nonsensical responses. Accusations like tumblers, dangerously thrown in the air. Do you understand why they continue when there is no winner, only losers filled with hurt. Nothing new happens but new sparks alight, each more inconsequential than the last. There is no point, no moving on. The cycle continues.

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Running Sprinting Without thinking Only fear. There is only the need to flee. Can't turn back... No way around... They're gaining and I'm losing myself.

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Sep 14, 2013

Sep 14, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Dream

Running Sprinting Without thinking Only fear. There is only the need to flee. Can't turn back... No way around... They're gaining and I'm losing myself.

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Each drop of rain is a single truth, constantly recycled and rephrased. There is as much truth as there is water, ***** water being unclear truths. Those who drown in oceans are overwhelmed by truth, those who stay away are comforted on their solid lies. Those who think happiness is sunshine are clouded by bright rays of blinding lies. Truth is the rain that you dance in, walk in, slosh in, as you let it seep into your skin. To dance in the rain is to bathe in truth, perhaps not comprehending, but at the least, accepting. Truth, like water, is essential for life.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Untitled

Each drop of rain is a single truth, constantly recycled and rephrased. There is as much truth as there is water, ***** water being unclear truths. Those who drown in oceans are overwhelmed by truth, those who stay away are comforted on their solid lies. Those who think happiness is sunshine are clouded by bright rays of blinding lies. Truth is the rain that you dance in, walk in, slosh in, as you let it seep into your skin. To dance in the rain is to bathe in truth, perhaps not comprehending, but at the least, accepting. Truth, like water, is essential for life.

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Every day I sit around and wait for something anything to happen. But all I ever do is wait wait wait. I must have to venture somewhere anywhere to find what I am destined to be. But I am content with my waiting. I am in no hurry for greatness. When it comes to me someday anyday I might no will be ready. I'll have to be.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Destined for Greatness

Every day I sit around and wait for something anything to happen. But all I ever do is wait wait wait. I must have to venture somewhere anywhere to find what I am destined to be. But I am content with my waiting. I am in no hurry for greatness. When it comes to me someday anyday I might no will be ready. I'll have to be.

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As the lights slowly fades, we are left alone. We are left with nothing, no one but the voices that sound too close to be real, too loud to be understood. Though every detail is suddenly and oddly crisp, there is still no way of telling what lurks in this grey and black and white world. Only the shadows come out to play, smiling at you as you stumble past, obscuring whether they are friend or foe, making themselves deceiteful mysteries. The light continues to fade, as does your hopes for truth and clarity.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Fading

As the lights slowly fades, we are left alone. We are left with nothing, no one but the voices that sound too close to be real, too loud to be understood. Though every detail is suddenly and oddly crisp, there is still no way of telling what lurks in this grey and black and white world. Only the shadows come out to play, smiling at you as you stumble past, obscuring whether they are friend or foe, making themselves deceiteful mysteries. The light continues to fade, as does your hopes for truth and clarity.

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Shell peeling and cracked; Attracting stares and questioning eyes- No way to hide from those seemingly oblivious. Concern and confusion with doubt-filled looks. Interrogations on old information flame up from every direction. Cannot conceal what's really inside, but it just might not be what you think.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC

acting-naturally

Misconception

Shell peeling and cracked; Attracting stares and questioning eyes- No way to hide from those seemingly oblivious. Concern and confusion with doubt-filled looks. Interrogations on old information flame up from every direction. Cannot conceal what's really inside, but it just might not be what you think.

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