cath-williams - Hello Poetry

inhale. 1 hold it in your chest 2 hold it in your lungs 3 hold it in your heart pause. how long does it take to fill 4 a chest 5 your lungs 6 my heart Stop. exhale. 1 release your chest 2 release your lungs 3 release your heart pause. how do you feel 4 loneliness 5 anxiety 6 heartbreak Stop. linger. 1 inhale 2 pause 3 exhale pause. how could you 4 live 5 exist 6 die Stop.

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC

A Cigarette Love Affair.

inhale. 1 hold it in your chest 2 hold it in your lungs 3 hold it in your heart pause. how long does it take to fill 4 a chest 5 your lungs 6 my heart Stop. exhale. 1 release your chest 2 release your lungs 3 release your heart pause. how do you feel 4 loneliness 5 anxiety 6 heartbreak Stop. linger. 1 inhale 2 pause 3 exhale pause. how could you 4 live 5 exist 6 die Stop.

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Frantically reaching down for some grounding, Feeling lighter than ever. Feet firm, fingers stretched. Eyes frantically darting around, Looking for a hook or Something to hold on to. Grasping at the sticky air. A pause. Exhale. Let go, Not giving up. Lose control in order to gain control. Wander alone for security and wonder, What happened to safety in numbers? No voices getting heard, All drowning in conversation. A pause. Inhale. Head up, mind back. Dizziness is relieving. Lost in familiar places, Home but not quite. A lone ranger, alone, Yet still not lonely. A pause. A breath.

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC

Paused.

Frantically reaching down for some grounding, Feeling lighter than ever. Feet firm, fingers stretched. Eyes frantically darting around, Looking for a hook or Something to hold on to. Grasping at the sticky air. A pause. Exhale. Let go, Not giving up. Lose control in order to gain control. Wander alone for security and wonder, What happened to safety in numbers? No voices getting heard, All drowning in conversation. A pause. Inhale. Head up, mind back. Dizziness is relieving. Lost in familiar places, Home but not quite. A lone ranger, alone, Yet still not lonely. A pause. A breath.

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My mind's a Tetris I can't solve. Puzzle pieces with no straight edges. Always a vowel short on the Scrabble board. Three in a row when all I need is four. I am cold, Or maybe just hollow. But I can feel the change as the duvet smothers my shell. My external is warm but still I am cold. Watching the sun rise through salty, stained glasses. I laugh with a cider smile as my heart forms ***** tears. This is a pain that knows nothing of its root. A blank smile. There is a weight on my chest. Or not, maybe I'm pushing out. I'm not me, you see. Well, obviously I am but the real me is safe, The real me is secure and organised and knows what's happening. But the now me doesn't know, And the real me has no control. I am a self confessed mess, So please wait this out with me. One day maybe I'll be good again But for now, I am a self confessed mess.

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC

Self Confessed Mess.

My mind's a Tetris I can't solve. Puzzle pieces with no straight edges. Always a vowel short on the Scrabble board. Three in a row when all I need is four. I am cold, Or maybe just hollow. But I can feel the change as the duvet smothers my shell. My external is warm but still I am cold. Watching the sun rise through salty, stained glasses. I laugh with a cider smile as my heart forms ***** tears. This is a pain that knows nothing of its root. A blank smile. There is a weight on my chest. Or not, maybe I'm pushing out. I'm not me, you see. Well, obviously I am but the real me is safe, The real me is secure and organised and knows what's happening. But the now me doesn't know, And the real me has no control. I am a self confessed mess, So please wait this out with me. One day maybe I'll be good again But for now, I am a self confessed mess.

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You taught me to think. To think for myself, A search deep within. Find my thoughts, And make them mine. I used to think streetlights shone on to the road, But perspective says the road was the one shining, Albeit under the streetlight. Then again, sometimes the light can be blinding, And the road shines brighter in the rain, Imagine pathetic fallacy. You taught me to sink. To see how wrong I always was, My deepest enemy is myself and not you. You told me your thoughts I made them mine.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC

Streetlights in the Rain.

You taught me to think. To think for myself, A search deep within. Find my thoughts, And make them mine. I used to think streetlights shone on to the road, But perspective says the road was the one shining, Albeit under the streetlight. Then again, sometimes the light can be blinding, And the road shines brighter in the rain, Imagine pathetic fallacy. You taught me to sink. To see how wrong I always was, My deepest enemy is myself and not you. You told me your thoughts I made them mine.

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My body, In solidarity with my brain, Is giving up. Shutting down. Closing for business. Until they cease to exist, Far beyond a mere memory.

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC

End?

My body, In solidarity with my brain, Is giving up. Shutting down. Closing for business. Until they cease to exist, Far beyond a mere memory.

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What really is time? If not enough for people, Then what is time for?

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC

People's Time.

What really is time? If not enough for people, Then what is time for?

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Rebels rise to take to the streets With sickening thoughts of powerful cheats. "We can show resistance to their cowardly words" But, God forbid we offend as we curse. Defy, refuse and disobey orders Maybe one day we'll find ourselves in warmer waters. Whilst the suppressed may just nauseate, The depressed don't even have the will to debate. The revolt may not be the action we take, But the feelings we get from liars and fakes. These statements suggesting the minority can overthrow Well, they're big,but they're certainly not for show. My stomach churns for the people on farms Claiming that we should take up arms. Waiting for the day the firearms cease Though we may never face just one true peace.

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC

Revolt.

Rebels rise to take to the streets With sickening thoughts of powerful cheats. "We can show resistance to their cowardly words" But, God forbid we offend as we curse. Defy, refuse and disobey orders Maybe one day we'll find ourselves in warmer waters. Whilst the suppressed may just nauseate, The depressed don't even have the will to debate. The revolt may not be the action we take, But the feelings we get from liars and fakes. These statements suggesting the minority can overthrow Well, they're big,but they're certainly not for show. My stomach churns for the people on farms Claiming that we should take up arms. Waiting for the day the firearms cease Though we may never face just one true peace.

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Her skin is pale, stained with the scars, Of a love that she never wanted to call "ours". So frail it's as if she could easily break, With the tiniest twitch even a smile may make. Her delicate body is beauty to some, But the feelings inside are nothing but numb. Her feet cannot cope with the weight of herself, She crumbles to the ground as her body repels. She is lonely through the day, Needs friends in her dreams to wash it away. Her mother will cradle and comfort her, 'til Her body stops shaking and the pain becomes still. When she wakes up she will know, That the love she imagined is just on for show. Her eyes will not flood as her tears will be dry, It is not possible now for her to cry. As she walks up to the ledge, Her fingers trembling over the edge, She knows it's not right but it's perfect for her, To escape now and get away from all of the hurt. And it's burning but it's nice, To feel a warmth deeper than cold ice. She shudders and whispers her final "goodbye," Holding on 'til the moment she knows she can't fly. She was lonely through the day, Needed friends in her dreams to wash it away. Her mother would cradle and comfort her, 'til Her body stopped shaking and the pain became still. When she woke up she would know, That the love she imagined was just on for show. Her eyes would not flood as her tears would be dry, It is not possible now for her to cry.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC

She Is.

Her skin is pale, stained with the scars, Of a love that she never wanted to call "ours". So frail it's as if she could easily break, With the tiniest twitch even a smile may make. Her delicate body is beauty to some, But the feelings inside are nothing but numb. Her feet cannot cope with the weight of herself, She crumbles to the ground as her body repels. She is lonely through the day, Needs friends in her dreams to wash it away. Her mother will cradle and comfort her, 'til Her body stops shaking and the pain becomes still. When she wakes up she will know, That the love she imagined is just on for show. Her eyes will not flood as her tears will be dry, It is not possible now for her to cry. As she walks up to the ledge, Her fingers trembling over the edge, She knows it's not right but it's perfect for her, To escape now and get away from all of the hurt. And it's burning but it's nice, To feel a warmth deeper than cold ice. She shudders and whispers her final "goodbye," Holding on 'til the moment she knows she can't fly. She was lonely through the day, Needed friends in her dreams to wash it away. Her mother would cradle and comfort her, 'til Her body stopped shaking and the pain became still. When she woke up she would know, That the love she imagined was just on for show. Her eyes would not flood as her tears would be dry, It is not possible now for her to cry.

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For you, a song that touches your heart. For you, a book, a literary art. For you, a family, gentle and kind. For you, a friend with you on their mind. For you, a meal fit for a king. For you, a swan with elegant wings. For you, a mind and body and soul. For you, a memory to remember it all. For you, the world full of radiant life. For me, a sharp pain in my heart, like a knife.

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Jun 29, 2016

Jun 29, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC

For Me.

For you, a song that touches your heart. For you, a book, a literary art. For you, a family, gentle and kind. For you, a friend with you on their mind. For you, a meal fit for a king. For you, a swan with elegant wings. For you, a mind and body and soul. For you, a memory to remember it all. For you, the world full of radiant life. For me, a sharp pain in my heart, like a knife.

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The bread tastes drier without you, The birds have stopped singing. The sky is a dull shade of blue, The wind pushing the branches to swinging. The sun is shining brighter than before, The colourful flowers blooming. The thought of it being you I just can't ignore, Your never-ending love is completely consuming.

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC

Perspective.

The bread tastes drier without you, The birds have stopped singing. The sky is a dull shade of blue, The wind pushing the branches to swinging. The sun is shining brighter than before, The colourful flowers blooming. The thought of it being you I just can't ignore, Your never-ending love is completely consuming.

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