birddonuts - Hello Poetry

I'm here not there and it breaks my heart I hear new stories everyday And I wish I was there I left so many friends behind Ones that stayed in touch Others that stopped responding How did we go from talking every day To never speaking again? I would ask you how you're doing. Good. That's all I got. It's all I get. Friends I'm worried about That don't respond And I can't ask others about them. Because I was their confidant. I was the one you could tell anything. I regret the one time I was stupid. The one time I didn't know I didn't know what to say How to handle your words. I still love her. I love everyone. But I said the harsh ones too soon. The understanding ones too late. Instead of being the confidant I was the judger. I wouldn't blame her if she stopped trusting me. Whenever I think of what I said. I regret it a hundred times over. No matter how sorry I was. You can't take back words. Once they are out they are free. I can't just erase them. I'm not a judgmental person. Maybe I once was. A long time ago. And maybe when I'm shocked I revert back to my old self. Maybe that's why I said those things I said Maybe that's why I couldn't look at you Not because I didn't like you Not because I didn't love or trust you Because I didn't know what else to do And when you get scared When you have anxiety like I do You go back to being the old you.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC

birddonuts

I hate not being there

I'm here not there and it breaks my heart I hear new stories everyday And I wish I was there I left so many friends behind Ones that stayed in touch Others that stopped responding How did we go from talking every day To never speaking again? I would ask you how you're doing. Good. That's all I got. It's all I get. Friends I'm worried about That don't respond And I can't ask others about them. Because I was their confidant. I was the one you could tell anything. I regret the one time I was stupid. The one time I didn't know I didn't know what to say How to handle your words. I still love her. I love everyone. But I said the harsh ones too soon. The understanding ones too late. Instead of being the confidant I was the judger. I wouldn't blame her if she stopped trusting me. Whenever I think of what I said. I regret it a hundred times over. No matter how sorry I was. You can't take back words. Once they are out they are free. I can't just erase them. I'm not a judgmental person. Maybe I once was. A long time ago. And maybe when I'm shocked I revert back to my old self. Maybe that's why I said those things I said Maybe that's why I couldn't look at you Not because I didn't like you Not because I didn't love or trust you Because I didn't know what else to do And when you get scared When you have anxiety like I do You go back to being the old you.

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Lately I've felt like I'm just floating My home is here My friends are there And I don't know where I belong

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Feb 22, 2017

Feb 22, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC

birddonuts

Float

Lately I've felt like I'm just floating My home is here My friends are there And I don't know where I belong

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I was never going to be that girl, The one who wanted What she obviously couldn't have. The one who wished a boy like him Would like her instead, Of her best-friend who is perfect for him I didn't want to be that jealous friend But now look at me. I am.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

birddonuts

Jealous

I was never going to be that girl, The one who wanted What she obviously couldn't have. The one who wished a boy like him Would like her instead, Of her best-friend who is perfect for him I didn't want to be that jealous friend But now look at me. I am.

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How does someone enter your mind so fast? Consume your thoughts so easily? Why is it, that after only a few days, All I can think of is you?

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC

birddonuts

Wonder

How does someone enter your mind so fast? Consume your thoughts so easily? Why is it, that after only a few days, All I can think of is you?

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Thrown in the garbage Without a second thought Years down the road Found washed ashore on a small island Among thousands, millions of other pieces of garbage Poisoning and killing the native birds Who have lived there their whole lives Relying on the fish in the water The bugs on the land But without great sight They can’t tell a lid from a squid A wrapper from a fish The trash ends up in their stomach It doesn't go away They can’t and won’t be able to get it out of their systems Staying until the bird dies Millions of dead birds All around the island Never moved, never touched Dying and decaying Their bodies turning to dirt But not the plastic that was in them It takes hundreds, sometimes thousands of years For those pieces to finally break down The few things that do decompose As they’re floating in the ocean Are still out there Turning into microscopic spheres of plastic Collecting toxins and infecting fish Other plastic spheres making their way to land Mixing in with the sand Eventually instead of rocks The sand will be made of plastic And that will be considered normal Standard A prediction for 2030 Based off scientist’s studies There will be more plastic in the ocean Than there will be fish The fish that we eat And what’s going to happen to us? Is the plastic going to **** us too? All of these things Just adding up Like a big cycle We throw it away We **** the animals Pollute the waters And in turn Our garbage will **** us

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC

birddonuts

Plastic Sand

Thrown in the garbage Without a second thought Years down the road Found washed ashore on a small island Among thousands, millions of other pieces of garbage Poisoning and killing the native birds Who have lived there their whole lives Relying on the fish in the water The bugs on the land But without great sight They can’t tell a lid from a squid A wrapper from a fish The trash ends up in their stomach It doesn't go away They can’t and won’t be able to get it out of their systems Staying until the bird dies Millions of dead birds All around the island Never moved, never touched Dying and decaying Their bodies turning to dirt But not the plastic that was in them It takes hundreds, sometimes thousands of years For those pieces to finally break down The few things that do decompose As they’re floating in the ocean Are still out there Turning into microscopic spheres of plastic Collecting toxins and infecting fish Other plastic spheres making their way to land Mixing in with the sand Eventually instead of rocks The sand will be made of plastic And that will be considered normal Standard A prediction for 2030 Based off scientist’s studies There will be more plastic in the ocean Than there will be fish The fish that we eat And what’s going to happen to us? Is the plastic going to **** us too? All of these things Just adding up Like a big cycle We throw it away We **** the animals Pollute the waters And in turn Our garbage will **** us

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I lay in bed Trying desperately to go to sleep But the thoughts are running freely through my head Like I'm watching someone fill a cup But it's about to overflow The liquid getting closer to the top It looks like a cup of cocoa I can't stop thinking Ideas, worries, and just plain old thoughts Mixed and melding Until I can no longer focus I tell myself to breathe in breathe out Focus on the sound of the fan Close my eyes and focus on nothing at all Breathe in Breathe out And fall asleep

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Dec 8, 2016

Dec 8, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC

birddonuts

breathe in breathe out

I lay in bed Trying desperately to go to sleep But the thoughts are running freely through my head Like I'm watching someone fill a cup But it's about to overflow The liquid getting closer to the top It looks like a cup of cocoa I can't stop thinking Ideas, worries, and just plain old thoughts Mixed and melding Until I can no longer focus I tell myself to breathe in breathe out Focus on the sound of the fan Close my eyes and focus on nothing at all Breathe in Breathe out And fall asleep

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I slip in my ear buds and lean against the window Remembering pulling on my coral and daisy rain boots Pulling on my rain coat Walking outside, rain dripping out of the clouds Puddles splashing as I walk through them The reflection of the tree’s in the pond The birds flying low, staying under cover A big puddle is in the middle of the sidewalk I jump in it. Drops of water fly everywhere. A grin makes its way to my face “Watch it!” And melts back off. I continue to trudge to the bus stop. Standing there alone amid all the people. My bright colors stand out in all the dark. I can feel the eyes burning into me, but I refuse to give in. The bus comes, we get on and we go I sit in the same seat Alone I unzip my bag, fish out my phone and earbuds Preparing for another day of loneliness, That the brightest color of boots will never change.

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Oct 11, 2016

Oct 11, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC

birddonuts

Coral Rain Boots Covered in Daisy's

I slip in my ear buds and lean against the window Remembering pulling on my coral and daisy rain boots Pulling on my rain coat Walking outside, rain dripping out of the clouds Puddles splashing as I walk through them The reflection of the tree’s in the pond The birds flying low, staying under cover A big puddle is in the middle of the sidewalk I jump in it. Drops of water fly everywhere. A grin makes its way to my face “Watch it!” And melts back off. I continue to trudge to the bus stop. Standing there alone amid all the people. My bright colors stand out in all the dark. I can feel the eyes burning into me, but I refuse to give in. The bus comes, we get on and we go I sit in the same seat Alone I unzip my bag, fish out my phone and earbuds Preparing for another day of loneliness, That the brightest color of boots will never change.

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Why do we always want what we can’t have? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to want the things we need? To be happy with what we do have? But alas We are but human. And it is our nature to want And desire We can’t have everything And if we’re always wanting something Then how will we ever be happy?

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC

birddonuts

Human Nature

Why do we always want what we can’t have? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to want the things we need? To be happy with what we do have? But alas We are but human. And it is our nature to want And desire We can’t have everything And if we’re always wanting something Then how will we ever be happy?

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Across the room She saw him and he saw her And the world got quiet

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC

birddonuts

Zoom

Across the room She saw him and he saw her And the world got quiet

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When writing stories Authors can create a whole new world A place that they wish to be in A place they would run away from They can create perfect and imperfect people They could make the people they want to be And know An author can run away in their own world Choosing what they want to be and do Making decisions with movements from a pencil Ideas swirl frantically in their heads Unorganized and chaotic When written out on paper They are more focused And they blend to make A story. The reader can choose to read Or not. But when they do, They experience what the author wanted They feel what was written, Said, and hinted at. Because the writer writes for the reader. The reader reads for adventure, release or excitement. And when done, those characters continue living Through the reader Through the writer Hoping one day that people will realize That those who are being made and created Are the ones our society needs most The people we want to keep us from falling apart But until then We as writers We are readers Just keep waiting For someone to decide that they want to be good They want to change things And they’re not afraid of what people will think When they begin to change the world.

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC

birddonuts

We are Writers, Storymakers

When writing stories Authors can create a whole new world A place that they wish to be in A place they would run away from They can create perfect and imperfect people They could make the people they want to be And know An author can run away in their own world Choosing what they want to be and do Making decisions with movements from a pencil Ideas swirl frantically in their heads Unorganized and chaotic When written out on paper They are more focused And they blend to make A story. The reader can choose to read Or not. But when they do, They experience what the author wanted They feel what was written, Said, and hinted at. Because the writer writes for the reader. The reader reads for adventure, release or excitement. And when done, those characters continue living Through the reader Through the writer Hoping one day that people will realize That those who are being made and created Are the ones our society needs most The people we want to keep us from falling apart But until then We as writers We are readers Just keep waiting For someone to decide that they want to be good They want to change things And they’re not afraid of what people will think When they begin to change the world.

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