chiela-rinne - Hello Poetry

The buzz It was different People moving everywhere all the time But there was still something Beautifully personal In the anonymity I stood out like a sore thumb, I know With my accented Japanese and my face But I was doing my best To blend in To that landscape of heterogeneous homogeny That buzz Of hard work and hard play The serenity of those nights On crowded city streets Or calm country valleys I've been chasing it ever since Never to succeed and find anything like it Dearest Japan, Your sights, Your sounds, Your smiles, 会いたい

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC

chiela-rinne

The Buzz in Japan

The buzz It was different People moving everywhere all the time But there was still something Beautifully personal In the anonymity I stood out like a sore thumb, I know With my accented Japanese and my face But I was doing my best To blend in To that landscape of heterogeneous homogeny That buzz Of hard work and hard play The serenity of those nights On crowded city streets Or calm country valleys I've been chasing it ever since Never to succeed and find anything like it Dearest Japan, Your sights, Your sounds, Your smiles, 会いたい

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I hated being your therapist Bound by expectations and theory that tells me what to say and how to say it When this real person Was sitting Three feet across from me Standing on her last leg I wanted to tell you what I saw in you not what the theory said I wanted to tell you that your future was bright Your smile could light up an entire room Your passion and creativity could lead you From these depths to your success If only Just a little You could believe in yourself Your talent And your smile Instead I watched as you struggled And I struggled myself To help you see In the most objective light possible Your own beauty And how you could change your thinking But little by little Those people hurt you And you felt your trust Slip Away Until you no longer wanted to live Until You told me What you would do I called for help To someone I could trust with my own life We tried to save yours I never Saw You Again You are alive And hopefully well But how I wish I had been your friend And not your therapist

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC

chiela-rinne

I hated being your therapist

I hated being your therapist Bound by expectations and theory that tells me what to say and how to say it When this real person Was sitting Three feet across from me Standing on her last leg I wanted to tell you what I saw in you not what the theory said I wanted to tell you that your future was bright Your smile could light up an entire room Your passion and creativity could lead you From these depths to your success If only Just a little You could believe in yourself Your talent And your smile Instead I watched as you struggled And I struggled myself To help you see In the most objective light possible Your own beauty And how you could change your thinking But little by little Those people hurt you And you felt your trust Slip Away Until you no longer wanted to live Until You told me What you would do I called for help To someone I could trust with my own life We tried to save yours I never Saw You Again You are alive And hopefully well But how I wish I had been your friend And not your therapist

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How many tears Have fallen on a bathroom floor? This place that is Disregarded In our darkest times Is a private sanctuary Where we escape to cry And scream And sit and stare Away from prying eyes And judging voices Perhaps it is one of the few remaining Sanctuaries that we can seek When all hope is lost These walls do not try To stop our tears Or give us advice They do not abuse us Or shout Or judge And whisper They merely protect us Enclosing us from the outside world And give our minds that space To think Without Any One Else How many tears Have fallen on the bathroom floor? An ocean.

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC

chiela-rinne

bathroom floor

How many tears Have fallen on a bathroom floor? This place that is Disregarded In our darkest times Is a private sanctuary Where we escape to cry And scream And sit and stare Away from prying eyes And judging voices Perhaps it is one of the few remaining Sanctuaries that we can seek When all hope is lost These walls do not try To stop our tears Or give us advice They do not abuse us Or shout Or judge And whisper They merely protect us Enclosing us from the outside world And give our minds that space To think Without Any One Else How many tears Have fallen on the bathroom floor? An ocean.

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