amabels_feels - Hello Poetry

A vacant room sign hangs outside the door. I watch from the lobby as potential customers take a peek and leave, underwhelmed and disappointed with what they see. Rusted handrails on stairs. Peeling wallpaper with mold at the edges. Creaking chairs that barely supports any visitors. Not that there are any. Sometimes I think I could convince them to stay for a while. To fill the empty room, but my mouth refuses to open. It refuses to sell the room using eloquent, convincing words. How am I supposed to convince them when I can't convince myself? I wouldn't stay here if I had the choice, so why would they? I see the same thing onlookers see. A beaten-down, useless, sad hotel. There's too much to fix and repair. It's beyond the stage of renovation. So my heart stays vacant.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC

amabels_feels

Vacant Hotel

A vacant room sign hangs outside the door. I watch from the lobby as potential customers take a peek and leave, underwhelmed and disappointed with what they see. Rusted handrails on stairs. Peeling wallpaper with mold at the edges. Creaking chairs that barely supports any visitors. Not that there are any. Sometimes I think I could convince them to stay for a while. To fill the empty room, but my mouth refuses to open. It refuses to sell the room using eloquent, convincing words. How am I supposed to convince them when I can't convince myself? I wouldn't stay here if I had the choice, so why would they? I see the same thing onlookers see. A beaten-down, useless, sad hotel. There's too much to fix and repair. It's beyond the stage of renovation. So my heart stays vacant.

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You were across the playground I wanted to play catch I said hi and smiled You did the same I tossed my ball towards you You caught it and tossed it Right back We did that for a while Laughing and smiling and playing Having the time of our lives But you wanted to throw it further I told you I can't throw very far I tossed the ball at you And watched as you tossed it to someone else Who could throw Further than me.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC

amabels_feels

Let's Play Catch

You were across the playground I wanted to play catch I said hi and smiled You did the same I tossed my ball towards you You caught it and tossed it Right back We did that for a while Laughing and smiling and playing Having the time of our lives But you wanted to throw it further I told you I can't throw very far I tossed the ball at you And watched as you tossed it to someone else Who could throw Further than me.

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afraid to say it my feelings threaten to spill but my lips stay sealed

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC

amabels_feels

Lips

afraid to say it my feelings threaten to spill but my lips stay sealed

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She pranced among the cerulean flowers, Not a care in the world. Her smile so bright, It competed with the sunshine. She looked back, Only to see that he was not following. She frowned, and ran back. She tried to grab his hand but hers passed through his slicing through thin air. He shook his head with sad eyes and turned away. Now confused and frantic, she lunged for the red sleeve of his shirt. She only felt air pass through her hand as she fell towards the ground covered in flowers. She woke up to the dissonant ringing of her alarm clock, gasping for air with tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Aug 7, 2017

Aug 7, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC

amabels_feels

The Elusive Red Sleeve

She pranced among the cerulean flowers, Not a care in the world. Her smile so bright, It competed with the sunshine. She looked back, Only to see that he was not following. She frowned, and ran back. She tried to grab his hand but hers passed through his slicing through thin air. He shook his head with sad eyes and turned away. Now confused and frantic, she lunged for the red sleeve of his shirt. She only felt air pass through her hand as she fell towards the ground covered in flowers. She woke up to the dissonant ringing of her alarm clock, gasping for air with tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Hopeless crushes are never meant to be pursued, It's a feeling A someone That will live in your thoughts for the following week Or the following months. For whatever reason, They are unobtainable. You know you can't have it Yet you yearn so hard it almost physically hurts. Hopeless crushes are awful. The only thing worse? The lack of a crush. No one to fantasize about, When you are feeling lonely. Just a vague feeling of yearning, No face to associate it with. There are no stupid accomplishments, Like making eye contact Or successfully asking how their day went. Nothing. Just a weird, empty pit of desire and loneliness.

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Aug 7, 2017

Aug 7, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC

amabels_feels

lack of

Hopeless crushes are never meant to be pursued, It's a feeling A someone That will live in your thoughts for the following week Or the following months. For whatever reason, They are unobtainable. You know you can't have it Yet you yearn so hard it almost physically hurts. Hopeless crushes are awful. The only thing worse? The lack of a crush. No one to fantasize about, When you are feeling lonely. Just a vague feeling of yearning, No face to associate it with. There are no stupid accomplishments, Like making eye contact Or successfully asking how their day went. Nothing. Just a weird, empty pit of desire and loneliness.

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I wish you would notice me, notice my hints and their intentions.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC

amabels_feels

Untitled

I wish you would notice me, notice my hints and their intentions.

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This odd feeling builds in my chest. It rises into my throat, trying to escape. Finally I can no longer hold it back. A sick, bitter, twisted laugh bursts free. It is directed at the ones who have ruined my life. Joke's on them. I will show them wrong. Every. Single. One. That I can do the things that I want to do. That I can, and will, become more successful than them. Joke's on them.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC

amabels_feels

Joke

This odd feeling builds in my chest. It rises into my throat, trying to escape. Finally I can no longer hold it back. A sick, bitter, twisted laugh bursts free. It is directed at the ones who have ruined my life. Joke's on them. I will show them wrong. Every. Single. One. That I can do the things that I want to do. That I can, and will, become more successful than them. Joke's on them.

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Time flies by. What happened to my mom's lullaby? What will happen next? This is just a jumble of text, about the future that is to come, when I will worry about my income. Money gets us everything these days, the amount dependent on these essays, that we write in school. They mold and shape us a certain way into a little tool. I just want to live a happy life. Maybe even become a happy wife. I'm trying to rhyme, but I'm running out of time. So here I will stop. Stop thinking and just stare at my desktop.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC

amabels_feels

future.

Time flies by. What happened to my mom's lullaby? What will happen next? This is just a jumble of text, about the future that is to come, when I will worry about my income. Money gets us everything these days, the amount dependent on these essays, that we write in school. They mold and shape us a certain way into a little tool. I just want to live a happy life. Maybe even become a happy wife. I'm trying to rhyme, but I'm running out of time. So here I will stop. Stop thinking and just stare at my desktop.

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One crumpled paper after another into the trash can. I can't seem to get these thoughts out onto paper.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC

amabels_feels

Writer's Block

One crumpled paper after another into the trash can. I can't seem to get these thoughts out onto paper.

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My friends wonder why I'm acting so care free, so giddy. They haven't put the pieces together yet. Like a picture that hasn't developed, the result a secret. You're my secret. You're always in my mind, constantly. I can only focus on you, and nothing else. Like how cameras focus on one object and blur everything else. All our time together, is stored in my mind forever. Like the pictures I have of us, tucked safely away in the shoebox in my closet.

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC

amabels_feels

Photos

My friends wonder why I'm acting so care free, so giddy. They haven't put the pieces together yet. Like a picture that hasn't developed, the result a secret. You're my secret. You're always in my mind, constantly. I can only focus on you, and nothing else. Like how cameras focus on one object and blur everything else. All our time together, is stored in my mind forever. Like the pictures I have of us, tucked safely away in the shoebox in my closet.

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