chloe-chapman - Hello Poetry

people bore me loneliness bores me people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

The Loneliness Connundrum

people bore me loneliness bores me people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored

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How can I understand others so easily, yet form no connection to them? There are parts of me which are so foreign to others that they cannot comprehend me. There are parts of me that are so similar to others that they form a connection with me. I cannot [will not] reciprocate this. I am entirely wrapped up in my own self, yet still I am Lost in the sea of everyone else.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC

Myself and Others: A Reflection

How can I understand others so easily, yet form no connection to them? There are parts of me which are so foreign to others that they cannot comprehend me. There are parts of me that are so similar to others that they form a connection with me. I cannot [will not] reciprocate this. I am entirely wrapped up in my own self, yet still I am Lost in the sea of everyone else.

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THE FEAR OF NORMALITY THE FEAR OF APATHY THE FEAR OF ORDINARY THE FEAR OF BORING THE FEAR OF REPLACEABLE THE FEAR OF SAMENESS THE FEAR OF CLICHE THE FEAR OF BANALITY THE FEAR OF COMMON THE FEAR OF DULL THE FEAR OF SHALLOWNESS THE FEAR OF TRITENESS THE FEAR OF VAPID THE FEAR OF UNORIGINAL THE FEAR OF INSIPID THE FEAR OF PRETENTIOUS THE FEAR IN UNINSPIRING THE FEAR OF TRIVIAL THE FEAR OF AVERAGE

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC

FEAR

THE FEAR OF NORMALITY THE FEAR OF APATHY THE FEAR OF ORDINARY THE FEAR OF BORING THE FEAR OF REPLACEABLE THE FEAR OF SAMENESS THE FEAR OF CLICHE THE FEAR OF BANALITY THE FEAR OF COMMON THE FEAR OF DULL THE FEAR OF SHALLOWNESS THE FEAR OF TRITENESS THE FEAR OF VAPID THE FEAR OF UNORIGINAL THE FEAR OF INSIPID THE FEAR OF PRETENTIOUS THE FEAR IN UNINSPIRING THE FEAR OF TRIVIAL THE FEAR OF AVERAGE

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How can you know me, When you've only seen my skin There is not way I could possibly portray More than a distorted fragment Of the twisted universe That resides inside my head. I try my dear, Oh how hard I try! But it is futile you see, For how can I form words To convey who I am When I myself Do not even understand Who I Have Become.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC

How Can You Know Me?

How can you know me, When you've only seen my skin There is not way I could possibly portray More than a distorted fragment Of the twisted universe That resides inside my head. I try my dear, Oh how hard I try! But it is futile you see, For how can I form words To convey who I am When I myself Do not even understand Who I Have Become.

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I am both the wound, And the blade. The torturer, And he who is flayed.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC

Haiku

I am both the wound, And the blade. The torturer, And he who is flayed.

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I like the colour purple, as it blooms across my skin, The delicate spread of lavender, dappled with yellow and green. I like the smell of iron, of copper pennies and blood As it oozes form a scab or drips from a fresh cut. I like the feel of my ribs, the bones beneath my skin, The curve of my skull under my cheek, Or the joints of every knuckle.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC

I Like The Colour Purple

I like the colour purple, as it blooms across my skin, The delicate spread of lavender, dappled with yellow and green. I like the smell of iron, of copper pennies and blood As it oozes form a scab or drips from a fresh cut. I like the feel of my ribs, the bones beneath my skin, The curve of my skull under my cheek, Or the joints of every knuckle.

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