areadingwriter - Hello Poetry

sometimes i am a relentless, untiring, wave that ebbs and flows to the shore, back and forth, back and forth. but today i am transforming and evaporating from the sea to the sky, yes, i have surrendered and turned myself into a possessive sun. kindness and love are now my rays that i won't let you kiss and have anymore for i am tired, tired, tired, of going back and forth, back and forth without receiving what i always give.

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Jul 20, 2017

Jul 20, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC

b a c k & f o r t h

sometimes i am a relentless, untiring, wave that ebbs and flows to the shore, back and forth, back and forth. but today i am transforming and evaporating from the sea to the sky, yes, i have surrendered and turned myself into a possessive sun. kindness and love are now my rays that i won't let you kiss and have anymore for i am tired, tired, tired, of going back and forth, back and forth without receiving what i always give.

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clothe my frozen soul with the warm flow from your b e a t i n g heart. defrost me.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC

d e f r o s t

clothe my frozen soul with the warm flow from your b e a t i n g heart. defrost me.

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unsaid goodbyes are the hardest, waiting to hear them, is the longest.

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC

u n s a i d

unsaid goodbyes are the hardest, waiting to hear them, is the longest.

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who wouldn't want a happy ever after, especially when your young mind was fed with a fairytale-kind of forever, but as i grow old and have fallen in and out of love, have taken risks and did some closed-eyes dive, i have learned to be scared, and a bit adamant, to crave but at the same time fear gambling, betting for love. yes, my finger waits for that coveted ring, but i know, i'm sure, i am a queen, with or without a king. but it doesn't mean i am unwilling, to meet you, to have you, my nameless soul's kin.

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Jun 28, 2017

Jun 28, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC

r i n g

who wouldn't want a happy ever after, especially when your young mind was fed with a fairytale-kind of forever, but as i grow old and have fallen in and out of love, have taken risks and did some closed-eyes dive, i have learned to be scared, and a bit adamant, to crave but at the same time fear gambling, betting for love. yes, my finger waits for that coveted ring, but i know, i'm sure, i am a queen, with or without a king. but it doesn't mean i am unwilling, to meet you, to have you, my nameless soul's kin.

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staring at the hanging abyss-- a chandelier of constellations, made of sparkling stars so out of reach, i wonder how many times i have tried and failed to teach myself on how to never wish upon people's false promises, for expectations only left me with bruised broken heart, void of love's lasting traces.

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Jun 27, 2017

Jun 27, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC

c h a n d e l i e r

staring at the hanging abyss-- a chandelier of constellations, made of sparkling stars so out of reach, i wonder how many times i have tried and failed to teach myself on how to never wish upon people's false promises, for expectations only left me with bruised broken heart, void of love's lasting traces.

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bring on the rumbles of thunder rolling, rolling, from the outer space towards, towards, the earth's tamed and untamed maze. bring on the sharp lightning striking , striking, from the hands of the Supreme towards, towards, the human's vision streams. come, come, heaven-made catastrophe, bring it on, bring it on. for in the loud throbs of your anger's noise i calm and silence my own inner chaos.

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC

b r i n g i t o n

bring on the rumbles of thunder rolling, rolling, from the outer space towards, towards, the earth's tamed and untamed maze. bring on the sharp lightning striking , striking, from the hands of the Supreme towards, towards, the human's vision streams. come, come, heaven-made catastrophe, bring it on, bring it on. for in the loud throbs of your anger's noise i calm and silence my own inner chaos.

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gorgeous eyes, will you let me stop the spill of your leaking windowsill, until, until, until, i can clog those tear glands, with happiness' elusive strands? gorgeous eyes, let me clear the pain cloud of thee, i feel your ache throbbing clearly, clearly, clearly, but believe me, you'll see the end of your heartbreak's sea, sameday, soon, but for now, gorgeous eyes, will you smile for me?

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Jun 19, 2017

Jun 19, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC

w i l l y o u ?

gorgeous eyes, will you let me stop the spill of your leaking windowsill, until, until, until, i can clog those tear glands, with happiness' elusive strands? gorgeous eyes, let me clear the pain cloud of thee, i feel your ache throbbing clearly, clearly, clearly, but believe me, you'll see the end of your heartbreak's sea, sameday, soon, but for now, gorgeous eyes, will you smile for me?

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no, it will not be about the moon, nor about the sprinkles of stars shining so soon, when the queen sun slowly sinks, sinks, to her grave called western horizon, i will give thanks, thanks, for 'nother 24 hours of millions inhales and exhales, and for my existence's unknown reasons.

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Jun 15, 2017

Jun 15, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC

w e s t g r a v e

no, it will not be about the moon, nor about the sprinkles of stars shining so soon, when the queen sun slowly sinks, sinks, to her grave called western horizon, i will give thanks, thanks, for 'nother 24 hours of millions inhales and exhales, and for my existence's unknown reasons.

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