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brokensmile
brokensmile
poetry is the only thing that makes sense
The way tough butter melts on a warm sizzling pan -has nothing on the tender warmth of my solid heart after her soft lips curl across her beautiful face. How is it, my love that you make my heart melt and my mind go blank as if miles don't exist, and time could never catch us, I can not wait to be next to you, and watch your lips as you watch me sizzle and drain away into the pulsing cracks of your heart where I hope no matter how hard you try you can not scrape away the remanence of my love and my soft tender words.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Her Smile
1. You need to shut down your brain; find the switch and press it. Once you’re alone with your thoughts, they’ll whisper things to you and drag you deeper into the darkness. Don’t let them. 2. Stop waiting; stop waiting for that person to text you— text them if you really want to talk; stop waiting for the bus— take the day off, walk, breathe in the air, and just remember you’re alive; stop living the same day over and over— change something, find what you’re yearning for. 3. Get drunk; do and say everything you never had the courage to do. Kiss a boy, kiss a girl, break into an abandoned swimming pool, skinny dip, or tell someone what’s hurting you. If you regret it later, pin the blame on the poor ***** 4. Watch the sun set and the sun rise; let it teach you that if a blazing sphere of gas can fall and rise again, so can you. 5. Ask people what they think; it doesn’t matter what the subject is— just ask. You’ll begin to see everything in different ways. 6. Sadness can be inspiring; write about it. Write a poem, a song, a story. Create a character loosely based on the pain you feel. It’s relieving to take your suffering and put it onto a screen. 7. Little things can be amazing; buy yourself your favourite food, stop and admire the flowers, watch the unspoken love between a dog and their owner, be happy that your skin looks good today, or be excited to wear your new shoes. 8. People are also amazing; spend time with them. Talking online or texting is fine, but go see someone, too. Spend time with your friends, tell them about your day and listen to theirs. Hug and hold hands. Comfort is bliss. Go to a party and talk to a stranger— listen to their stories. People can do the most incredible things. Laugh with people and love with people— just be around people. 9. Allow yourself to be free; clear your schedule and don’t worry about the mediocrities of life. If something is bothering you then get rid of it. If someone is making you upset, erase them from your life. You don’t have to surround yourself with anything that doesn’t make you happy. 10. When your sadness creeps up to you, know its okay to feel like this; you’re not the first to experience this, and you won’t be the last. You’re like the sun— you can fall and rise again.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Things I Learnt When I Was Sad
1. You need to shut down your brain; find the switch and press it. Once you’re alone with your thoughts, they’ll whisper things to you and drag you deeper into the darkness. Don’t let them. 2. Stop waiting; stop waiting for that person to text you— text them if you really want to talk; stop waiting for the bus— take the day off, walk, breathe in the air, and just remember you’re alive; stop living the same day over and over— change something, find what you’re yearning for. 3. Get drunk; do and say everything you never had the courage to do. Kiss a boy, kiss a girl, break into an abandoned swimming pool, skinny dip, or tell someone what’s hurting you. If you regret it later, pin the blame on the poor ***** 4. Watch the sun set and the sun rise; let it teach you that if a blazing sphere of gas can fall and rise again, so can you. 5. Ask people what they think; it doesn’t matter what the subject is— just ask. You’ll begin to see everything in different ways. 6. Sadness can be inspiring; write about it. Write a poem, a song, a story. Create a character loosely based on the pain you feel. It’s relieving to take your suffering and put it onto a screen. 7. Little things can be amazing; buy yourself your favourite food, stop and admire the flowers, watch the unspoken love between a dog and their owner, be happy that your skin looks good today, or be excited to wear your new shoes. 8. People are also amazing; spend time with them. Talking online or texting is fine, but go see someone, too. Spend time with your friends, tell them about your day and listen to theirs. Hug and hold hands. Comfort is bliss. Go to a party and talk to a stranger— listen to their stories. People can do the most incredible things. Laugh with people and love with people— just be around people. 9. Allow yourself to be free; clear your schedule and don’t worry about the mediocrities of life. If something is bothering you then get rid of it. If someone is making you upset, erase them from your life. You don’t have to surround yourself with anything that doesn’t make you happy. 10. When your sadness creeps up to you, know its okay to feel like this; you’re not the first to experience this, and you won’t be the last. You’re like the sun— you can fall and rise again.
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Turn me over like your favourite novel. Run your fingers along my spine. Bite your lip at your favourite parts Then read between my lines.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
She said.
The color of the Enticing green water reminds me of the depth you find in her eyes like the voiceless wind of the pond somehow found a way to whisper your name like i never could. and I look at the lifeless grass below my feet the suns beams have suffocated meaningless footsteps have brought this once vivacious miracle to a perished color and i am reminded of my eyes. the mystery of the wind lures you in while my once ripe heart begins to fade away.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
View from a bench
you stole the smile you once gave to me.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Indian giver
Why am I so addicted to this form of poison?
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Your Love
My throat burns with words I can not say Songs I can not sing Poems I can not write Stuck between chaos and love I can not begin to spit them out With every breath I take I can hear them heaving up Creeping into my language But I swallow them down roughly They taste of your amorous eyes Staring at me In the dark My poetic heart Only tears us further So I silently hide my grief And while my throat tingles with Words unsaid I watch your smile grow
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
The bottle is half full