aparajhitha - Hello Poetry

Yes. I wedged a comma between us. But there was already an infinity stretching and you still haven't seen it.

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC

..Infinity..

Yes. I wedged a comma between us. But there was already an infinity stretching and you still haven't seen it.

So you are coming back now, In small currents. Lapping against my shores ever so gently, Sneekily peeking inside for hidden memories. Now that you have come back, In tides and waves. Hitting against me with a power so familiar. Trying to knock the walls that hide me, From the memories I dare not revisit. Now that you have gone, A storm's wreck behind You knocked down every wall I built. Leaving me in circles, In this hurricane of broken emotions. I am still caught up in your winds.

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC

My Shores

So you are coming back now, In small currents. Lapping against my shores ever so gently, Sneekily peeking inside for hidden memories. Now that you have come back, In tides and waves. Hitting against me with a power so familiar. Trying to knock the walls that hide me, From the memories I dare not revisit. Now that you have gone, A storm's wreck behind You knocked down every wall I built. Leaving me in circles, In this hurricane of broken emotions. I am still caught up in your winds.

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I don't feel beautiful inside anymore. I don't look at myself in the mirror these days.People no longer tell me about the twinkle in my eyes. I don't feel good about being dressed up anymore. I no longer smile randomly. I don't have anything to look forward to. You are going farther and farther away, because the light at the end of the tunnel keeps getting dimmer and dimmer every second. Maybe you are the light. Maybe you are more.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

My Light.

I don't feel beautiful inside anymore. I don't look at myself in the mirror these days.People no longer tell me about the twinkle in my eyes. I don't feel good about being dressed up anymore. I no longer smile randomly. I don't have anything to look forward to. You are going farther and farther away, because the light at the end of the tunnel keeps getting dimmer and dimmer every second. Maybe you are the light. Maybe you are more.

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The words or you. I don't know which one to choose. I'd rather not, Because you are the words that I write.

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

I word you.

The words or you. I don't know which one to choose. I'd rather not, Because you are the words that I write.

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The rainbow is still black and white, Pitched in various hues, Vibrant black and sullen whites, Blending with the blackness inside. Replete with broken trusts, Reflecting a thousand shattered pieces, Fading out like these emotions, It never lived the light of dawn.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC

Black Rainbow.

The rainbow is still black and white, Pitched in various hues, Vibrant black and sullen whites, Blending with the blackness inside. Replete with broken trusts, Reflecting a thousand shattered pieces, Fading out like these emotions, It never lived the light of dawn.

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Swimming in the world of black and white, For we cannot see beyond the rainbow.

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC

Black and White

Swimming in the world of black and white, For we cannot see beyond the rainbow.

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The string that bonded us, I thought to be strong. I cut it loose, Bringing it all down. Like pieces of broken glass, Here it lies. Am yet to figure out How it died.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC

Broken.

The string that bonded us, I thought to be strong. I cut it loose, Bringing it all down. Like pieces of broken glass, Here it lies. Am yet to figure out How it died.

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A distant look in her eyes, Stretching beyond the horizon. A battle long fought, In her dreams so surreal. A thousand miles did she walk, Before pausing to rest. But the lights began to fade, For it was time for her sunset.

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC

That sunset...

A distant look in her eyes, Stretching beyond the horizon. A battle long fought, In her dreams so surreal. A thousand miles did she walk, Before pausing to rest. But the lights began to fade, For it was time for her sunset.

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She dreamt me and I lived her.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC

She. ( 7w)

She dreamt me and I lived her.

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I will write you away, Scrub the memories of you, From my insides with the magic of words. I have already cleaned you away, With soap and scalding water. Burning you away from me, As I hang myself to dry, In the heat of the sun, Letting the wind take the scent of you, Away from me. And now, all that is left to cleanse, Is my insides, Where soap and desperate hands, Cannot reach and wash. So I write you away. With every phrase, Every word, Every letter, I send you away from me. Let the remnants of you, That remain within me, Off into the world, Following your footsteps. I shall write until the habits, The memories, The emotions, That are connected to you Are cut loose and set free. I shall paint a picture of you, With my words, And with every kiss of the brush and canvas, With each stroke, I shall paint the image of you, Remove it from within me, And never look upon it again. I shall write what you were to me, What you meant to me, What you made me feel, Until the words don’t make any sense. I shall write you away, Turn pages black with ink And clear my soul of you. I shall write, Until you are ... Gone.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC

Writing her away...

I will write you away, Scrub the memories of you, From my insides with the magic of words. I have already cleaned you away, With soap and scalding water. Burning you away from me, As I hang myself to dry, In the heat of the sun, Letting the wind take the scent of you, Away from me. And now, all that is left to cleanse, Is my insides, Where soap and desperate hands, Cannot reach and wash. So I write you away. With every phrase, Every word, Every letter, I send you away from me. Let the remnants of you, That remain within me, Off into the world, Following your footsteps. I shall write until the habits, The memories, The emotions, That are connected to you Are cut loose and set free. I shall paint a picture of you, With my words, And with every kiss of the brush and canvas, With each stroke, I shall paint the image of you, Remove it from within me, And never look upon it again. I shall write what you were to me, What you meant to me, What you made me feel, Until the words don’t make any sense. I shall write you away, Turn pages black with ink And clear my soul of you. I shall write, Until you are ... Gone.

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