anxioussssss - Hello Poetry

Gaze into your garden of a deep brown eye I leave my universe. You never see the radiation of beauty on you, Yet you are so big and full of life. I see roses, daffodils, growing inside you. Only one eye do I see gradation of colors have changed. Beautiful, you are. The gardener forgot to water you, your seeds never grew, sunlight was hidden, you never knew the danger. You were a dead garden never grown. Nonexistence I ask you to let me take care of the garden. I'll water you every day, place you in a spot of sunshine, tenderly listen to every thing a garden can say. Everyone will know you exist Your flowers will grow once more, and they'll never stop.

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Jan 28, 2014

Jan 28, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC

Garden

Gaze into your garden of a deep brown eye I leave my universe. You never see the radiation of beauty on you, Yet you are so big and full of life. I see roses, daffodils, growing inside you. Only one eye do I see gradation of colors have changed. Beautiful, you are. The gardener forgot to water you, your seeds never grew, sunlight was hidden, you never knew the danger. You were a dead garden never grown. Nonexistence I ask you to let me take care of the garden. I'll water you every day, place you in a spot of sunshine, tenderly listen to every thing a garden can say. Everyone will know you exist Your flowers will grow once more, and they'll never stop.

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****** me , out of the womb painful visual images. put me to sleep on a quiet night in my nice coffin I waited for until my eyes were open.

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Dec 23, 2013

Dec 23, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC

cup of tea love

****** me , out of the womb painful visual images. put me to sleep on a quiet night in my nice coffin I waited for until my eyes were open.

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Screamed in the morning, wailing in the afternoon shriek at night. Each up toned voice, I will recite "I miss you." A voice spoken, a slit vocalization visualized I miss you. dejected from the synonyms no words miserable, muted.

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Nov 20, 2013

Nov 20, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC

Heard

Screamed in the morning, wailing in the afternoon shriek at night. Each up toned voice, I will recite "I miss you." A voice spoken, a slit vocalization visualized I miss you. dejected from the synonyms no words miserable, muted.

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I should be asleep, but that's only when my eyes feast on images and sounds in my head from memories. I am awake, and I'll regret it in the morning you are too much on my mind to sleep, goodnight.

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Sep 17, 2013

Sep 17, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC

Never

I should be asleep, but that's only when my eyes feast on images and sounds in my head from memories. I am awake, and I'll regret it in the morning you are too much on my mind to sleep, goodnight.

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I once was told when I was younger that life isn't fair, that I was ugly, dumb that no one in this god **** world could be stupid enough to love me. That I am just in a mere sense of state, of happiness, that I didn't deserve that, I shouldn't get this. but I didn't believe. I am now older, and I believe it all, but now that I believe it, people tell me, that those are just negative thoughts, obscene gestures over ones self. However older now, and more aware, why is it you tell me they are negative thoughts when older, but younger you tell me it is trust, truth, honesty. Why is it, that if I tell a friend, adult, teacher, consoler, that these are the thoughts that are in my mind constantly days after days, why is it that I am told, I am the crazy one, I am the depressed one, I am the one that should be put in a mental hospital, that I need the medication, Why am I that one? I am now in this mindset, I am now stuck with gestures of myself. But if you point a finger at me, merely I suggest you read over your lips again.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC

Crazy?

I once was told when I was younger that life isn't fair, that I was ugly, dumb that no one in this god **** world could be stupid enough to love me. That I am just in a mere sense of state, of happiness, that I didn't deserve that, I shouldn't get this. but I didn't believe. I am now older, and I believe it all, but now that I believe it, people tell me, that those are just negative thoughts, obscene gestures over ones self. However older now, and more aware, why is it you tell me they are negative thoughts when older, but younger you tell me it is trust, truth, honesty. Why is it, that if I tell a friend, adult, teacher, consoler, that these are the thoughts that are in my mind constantly days after days, why is it that I am told, I am the crazy one, I am the depressed one, I am the one that should be put in a mental hospital, that I need the medication, Why am I that one? I am now in this mindset, I am now stuck with gestures of myself. But if you point a finger at me, merely I suggest you read over your lips again.

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I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am. I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold. but seemingly If I already had a toxic mouth and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer. Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC

Vacation obsession

I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am. I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold. but seemingly If I already had a toxic mouth and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer. Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.

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