bluerthanfiction - Hello Poetry

the spaces between my fingers — a place where you belong, home not anymore

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC

the spaces between my fingers — a place where you belong, home not anymore

To Gatsby, it is the green light shining across his bay that he could never seem to reach, To the earth, it is the sky that she could only touch as the horizon spreads out, To the moon, it is the sun that he continues to chase since the beginning of time, only to find her shinning for just a couple of seconds. To me, you.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC

hopeful? maybe

To Gatsby, it is the green light shining across his bay that he could never seem to reach, To the earth, it is the sky that she could only touch as the horizon spreads out, To the moon, it is the sun that he continues to chase since the beginning of time, only to find her shinning for just a couple of seconds. To me, you.

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i have been in deep contemplation these past few days, trying to come up with reasons for what I’m feeling — but there isn’t anything in particular, maybe i just like seeing you smile, hearing your contentment in laughters, and the tinge of annoyance that your stern voice exudes, or it could just be you, in its simplest forn. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you maybe if i start repeating it over and over again, it’ll lose its meaning … but for now, i wait in longing, hoping that maybe one day, you’ll feel the same

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC

messages i refuse to send at two in the morning

i have been in deep contemplation these past few days, trying to come up with reasons for what I’m feeling — but there isn’t anything in particular, maybe i just like seeing you smile, hearing your contentment in laughters, and the tinge of annoyance that your stern voice exudes, or it could just be you, in its simplest forn. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you maybe if i start repeating it over and over again, it’ll lose its meaning … but for now, i wait in longing, hoping that maybe one day, you’ll feel the same

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what my forays into online dating offered me that wasn’t s*x; european coffee beans, a film camera from the 70s, a workshop on ceramics, chicken parmagiana, bottles of blueberry lemonade, thai food that isn’t spicy, help with calculus homework, notes on gen chem, all the Star Wars movies, a book about magic: the gathering, a ride to an nba game, museum visits, nature walks, impulsive road trips, stories about their exes, silly anecdotes, photos of their pets, quality memes, awkward hugs that felt good. such small intimacies, never blossoming into something bigger yet still imbued with meaning.. filled with what-ifs, if-onlys, and almosts.

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Jan 26, 2019

Jan 26, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

“dating apps aren’t that bad”

what my forays into online dating offered me that wasn’t s*x; european coffee beans, a film camera from the 70s, a workshop on ceramics, chicken parmagiana, bottles of blueberry lemonade, thai food that isn’t spicy, help with calculus homework, notes on gen chem, all the Star Wars movies, a book about magic: the gathering, a ride to an nba game, museum visits, nature walks, impulsive road trips, stories about their exes, silly anecdotes, photos of their pets, quality memes, awkward hugs that felt good. such small intimacies, never blossoming into something bigger yet still imbued with meaning.. filled with what-ifs, if-onlys, and almosts.

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how can anyone leave if they weren't there at all?

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Dec 26, 2018

Dec 26, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC

ambien and contemplation

how can anyone leave if they weren't there at all?

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When I first heard the phrase “crying in the shower”, I thought it was an over exaggeration. I did not understand why people always use it, does it make a difference? Why not just say “crying on my bed”, “at the dinner table”, or “in the garage”, what is so special about crying in the shower? Does it make things more dramatic? I’ve never experienced it, I’ve never experienced it until today. It’s the 24th of December and I’m sitting inside my bath tub completely drenched, trying my best to piece together an explanation when my relatives finally figure out where I’ve been hiding. I think now I know what it feels like to cry in the shower. It’s funny how sadness creeps up on you, it’s so random! Much like any other emotions that you feel; the mundane of day-to-day life where you can be eating, reading the newspaper, watching a series, replying to a text, walking your dog, petting your cat or even just making small talk while standing in a room full of people and it just, it hits you. And it hurts. I don’t think there’s an appropriate adjective in the english dictionary that can describe it. I wish there was a way. I wish there was a way to deal with pain, with sorrow, with sadness, without losing yourself. As the 1975 puts it, “If I’m lost then how can I find myself?”

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Dec 24, 2018

Dec 24, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC

i had a revelation

When I first heard the phrase “crying in the shower”, I thought it was an over exaggeration. I did not understand why people always use it, does it make a difference? Why not just say “crying on my bed”, “at the dinner table”, or “in the garage”, what is so special about crying in the shower? Does it make things more dramatic? I’ve never experienced it, I’ve never experienced it until today. It’s the 24th of December and I’m sitting inside my bath tub completely drenched, trying my best to piece together an explanation when my relatives finally figure out where I’ve been hiding. I think now I know what it feels like to cry in the shower. It’s funny how sadness creeps up on you, it’s so random! Much like any other emotions that you feel; the mundane of day-to-day life where you can be eating, reading the newspaper, watching a series, replying to a text, walking your dog, petting your cat or even just making small talk while standing in a room full of people and it just, it hits you. And it hurts. I don’t think there’s an appropriate adjective in the english dictionary that can describe it. I wish there was a way. I wish there was a way to deal with pain, with sorrow, with sadness, without losing yourself. As the 1975 puts it, “If I’m lost then how can I find myself?”

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you make living feel happier, easier, better. i want to get lost in the depths of your eyes, green as the grass in spring, more breathtaking than my favorite scene. “stay, stay, stay”, a silent whisper in between hopes and wishful thinking

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC

i must be dreaming

you make living feel happier, easier, better. i want to get lost in the depths of your eyes, green as the grass in spring, more breathtaking than my favorite scene. “stay, stay, stay”, a silent whisper in between hopes and wishful thinking

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here’s to the risk takers, unafraid of uncertainty and the pain it carries. what is life without risks anyway?

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC

will it be worth it?

here’s to the risk takers, unafraid of uncertainty and the pain it carries. what is life without risks anyway?

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there is something about the way he smiled that makes my heart flutter and break into a million tiny pieces all at the same time

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC

s o m e t h i n g

there is something about the way he smiled that makes my heart flutter and break into a million tiny pieces all at the same time

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sadness just eats you up until you have absolutely nothing, it clings on you and ***** everything you have that feels good you try to wash it down with ***** and the pills that lets you sleep, but when you wake up you still feel the emptiness, no matter what you do it just keeps haunting you, then you started pretending, you lie to yourself, because maybe that can make it easier and bearable but in reality, you know can't cheat grief. so you just listen to that old lie that kept you going; "it's gonna be okay" even if it'll never be.

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Aug 23, 2017

Aug 23, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

okay.

sadness just eats you up until you have absolutely nothing, it clings on you and ***** everything you have that feels good you try to wash it down with ***** and the pills that lets you sleep, but when you wake up you still feel the emptiness, no matter what you do it just keeps haunting you, then you started pretending, you lie to yourself, because maybe that can make it easier and bearable but in reality, you know can't cheat grief. so you just listen to that old lie that kept you going; "it's gonna be okay" even if it'll never be.

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