beth-c-callaway - Hello Poetry

Where I am is somewhere sacred Where I am is somewhere familiar Where I am is a place hidden behind so many recognizable traps and unmistakable signs It's a place so predictable A feeling so sour So rotten So old And I know I'll remember it forever because I'll always feel the pull Words are spoken that are meant to change the course. Acts reenacted over sentiments enforced If love were all to life then life is mine no more If wisdom came with age There'd be nothing left to ***** Offered is a body, emptied of everything it felt, Playing one final game with the meager cards it has been dealt. A pattern is forming wherein nothing lasts a hole is growing and consuming all within its path Whatever I was before I feel slowly molded anew Whatever I once hoped for my dreams now are few spinning around one desire one shining, brief embrace - that lead me to believe in something that can never be replaced. All I am is hate. All I give is pain. My heart is used to grieving over nothing ventured or gained whatever words i speak whatever emotions flood my soul it's nothingness that fills the ears and mystifies the goal you won't understand whoever you are these words aren't for you or anyone at all these words are simply full of an empty, futile wish i want to know there's meaning i want to know there's life beyond all the pointlessness beyond the sharpest knife so say what you will say nothing at all say you saw it coming say you know it all say you never loved me say you never will so that i can let go and find peace in growing still there was love, at once true and false there was happiness that belied any loss The part of me that hopes The part of me that dies The part disgusted by my treachery and pathetic, selfish lies The part of me that's hurt The part of me that grows Won't be satisfied by words alone Nor his impassioned throes It's a choice I alone must make to sever bitter bonds that hold me to a life so ignorant, and memories long gone. The change I could make today So simple, so I've heard, requires only mindfulness and breaking from the herd To become a ripple in the pond a leaf upon the fruited tree so that when last breath I draw the farthest thought will be of "me".

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Nov 3, 2012

Nov 3, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC

Where I Am

Where I am is somewhere sacred Where I am is somewhere familiar Where I am is a place hidden behind so many recognizable traps and unmistakable signs It's a place so predictable A feeling so sour So rotten So old And I know I'll remember it forever because I'll always feel the pull Words are spoken that are meant to change the course. Acts reenacted over sentiments enforced If love were all to life then life is mine no more If wisdom came with age There'd be nothing left to ***** Offered is a body, emptied of everything it felt, Playing one final game with the meager cards it has been dealt. A pattern is forming wherein nothing lasts a hole is growing and consuming all within its path Whatever I was before I feel slowly molded anew Whatever I once hoped for my dreams now are few spinning around one desire one shining, brief embrace - that lead me to believe in something that can never be replaced. All I am is hate. All I give is pain. My heart is used to grieving over nothing ventured or gained whatever words i speak whatever emotions flood my soul it's nothingness that fills the ears and mystifies the goal you won't understand whoever you are these words aren't for you or anyone at all these words are simply full of an empty, futile wish i want to know there's meaning i want to know there's life beyond all the pointlessness beyond the sharpest knife so say what you will say nothing at all say you saw it coming say you know it all say you never loved me say you never will so that i can let go and find peace in growing still there was love, at once true and false there was happiness that belied any loss The part of me that hopes The part of me that dies The part disgusted by my treachery and pathetic, selfish lies The part of me that's hurt The part of me that grows Won't be satisfied by words alone Nor his impassioned throes It's a choice I alone must make to sever bitter bonds that hold me to a life so ignorant, and memories long gone. The change I could make today So simple, so I've heard, requires only mindfulness and breaking from the herd To become a ripple in the pond a leaf upon the fruited tree so that when last breath I draw the farthest thought will be of "me".

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No, I can’t explain the way it feels. I can point a finger at myself and say This is why. This is how. This is what I’ve done. But I’ve held my breath and kept My thinking tethered to dreams Scattered along the floor like Petals from a wilting rose. who can speak of judgment who knows what I deserve save myself save myself knowing all and forgetting nothing I’ve run from the sounds of my own footfall, desperate and lost, my edges blurred against the grand backdrop, this complex and static stage on which I tiptoe whispering my lines I’ve written words that will never swim across the twin green galaxies for which they were destined. Instead they sink below the sea and soon nothing will remain save myself save myself

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Aug 23, 2010

Aug 23, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC

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No, I can’t explain the way it feels. I can point a finger at myself and say This is why. This is how. This is what I’ve done. But I’ve held my breath and kept My thinking tethered to dreams Scattered along the floor like Petals from a wilting rose. who can speak of judgment who knows what I deserve save myself save myself knowing all and forgetting nothing I’ve run from the sounds of my own footfall, desperate and lost, my edges blurred against the grand backdrop, this complex and static stage on which I tiptoe whispering my lines I’ve written words that will never swim across the twin green galaxies for which they were destined. Instead they sink below the sea and soon nothing will remain save myself save myself

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I once could hear a voice calling loudly in my ears and through my mind. I ignored it for so long that now I hear it rarely and only faintly like the echo off some distant mountain pass and not the reverberations of my own heart.

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Aug 23, 2010

Aug 23, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC

I'm twenty-three.

I once could hear a voice calling loudly in my ears and through my mind. I ignored it for so long that now I hear it rarely and only faintly like the echo off some distant mountain pass and not the reverberations of my own heart.

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