dameon-smith - Hello Poetry

It feels like they carved up my insides with one of those stupid pumpkin scoops, And cut me into what they think I should be They stick an LED light in To keep me bright and to cover the empty they left To hide my mutilated insides So they don't have to face up to what they've done I'm a Jack-o-lantern of modern society With a permanent smile And dead eyes With raw shredded guts And the knowledge I'm not whole.

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC

Jack-O-Lantern

It feels like they carved up my insides with one of those stupid pumpkin scoops, And cut me into what they think I should be They stick an LED light in To keep me bright and to cover the empty they left To hide my mutilated insides So they don't have to face up to what they've done I'm a Jack-o-lantern of modern society With a permanent smile And dead eyes With raw shredded guts And the knowledge I'm not whole.

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Sometimes at night I feel like I'm drowning. The darkness that seeps into my body Is comforting but cold And it wraps around my lungs In a empty imatation of a blanket That makes getting out of bed in the mornings that much harder. The inky black of the night holds my lungs captive In a smoky cage as it urges me forward And makes existing in the land of the living painful. It becomes normal, the writhing mass of midnight But the minute I relax into its hold It squeezed the breath from my lungs And the cycle starts again.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC

Nights Embrace

Sometimes at night I feel like I'm drowning. The darkness that seeps into my body Is comforting but cold And it wraps around my lungs In a empty imatation of a blanket That makes getting out of bed in the mornings that much harder. The inky black of the night holds my lungs captive In a smoky cage as it urges me forward And makes existing in the land of the living painful. It becomes normal, the writhing mass of midnight But the minute I relax into its hold It squeezed the breath from my lungs And the cycle starts again.

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My fingers itch My mind hurts My heart is heavy. I write poems to Understand And so others can understand Me. My bed is messy My floor is littered With clothes I never pick up My walls have art Taped on them I hate them when theyre bare. I feel like I am bare Raw Stripped of everything that made me me And left a shredded shell. I can't breathe I can't think I can't live.

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC

I Can't Even Think Straight Enough To Title This

My fingers itch My mind hurts My heart is heavy. I write poems to Understand And so others can understand Me. My bed is messy My floor is littered With clothes I never pick up My walls have art Taped on them I hate them when theyre bare. I feel like I am bare Raw Stripped of everything that made me me And left a shredded shell. I can't breathe I can't think I can't live.

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The warmth of a dog splayed on my legs, The warmth of a large sweater hanging from my shoulders, The weight of a blanket covering my legs, The weight of a book open on my lap, The scent of woods coming from my flickering candle, The scent of cold wind leaking through my closed window, The sound of worn pages turning on my fingertips, The sound of my mother talking on the phone below my room, The taste of stale coffee long ago drank on my tongue, The taste of the salt from the thumb between my teeth, The sight of the blizzard raging outside my walls, The sight of bright snow reflecting the moonlight, a stark contrast to the warm yellow light of my lamp. I sigh in contentment, And soak the night in.

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC

The Senses of a Winter Night

The warmth of a dog splayed on my legs, The warmth of a large sweater hanging from my shoulders, The weight of a blanket covering my legs, The weight of a book open on my lap, The scent of woods coming from my flickering candle, The scent of cold wind leaking through my closed window, The sound of worn pages turning on my fingertips, The sound of my mother talking on the phone below my room, The taste of stale coffee long ago drank on my tongue, The taste of the salt from the thumb between my teeth, The sight of the blizzard raging outside my walls, The sight of bright snow reflecting the moonlight, a stark contrast to the warm yellow light of my lamp. I sigh in contentment, And soak the night in.

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Ping! New Message. I'm beaming The minute I see it's you. Click Click Click Message Sent Just a simple How are you Ping! New Message How was your day? Ping New Message I miss you! Ping New Message I love you! Click Click Click Message Sent I Love you Too! Click Click Click But not the way You love me Click Click Click I want to kiss you. And date you. And hold you. Backspace Backspace Backspace Click Click Click I'm glad we're friends. :)

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC

Text From You

Ping! New Message. I'm beaming The minute I see it's you. Click Click Click Message Sent Just a simple How are you Ping! New Message How was your day? Ping New Message I miss you! Ping New Message I love you! Click Click Click Message Sent I Love you Too! Click Click Click But not the way You love me Click Click Click I want to kiss you. And date you. And hold you. Backspace Backspace Backspace Click Click Click I'm glad we're friends. :)

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For years I searched And searched For the Light Only to realize I am the Sun, And I don't need a lantern To bring me out of the dark, I just need To shine brighter.

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC

I Am My Sunshine

For years I searched And searched For the Light Only to realize I am the Sun, And I don't need a lantern To bring me out of the dark, I just need To shine brighter.

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Sometimes I still think about her. And while I miss her So God **** much, And there are days where I see her in strangers passing by, I dont regret ending it Because we both deserved so much better. I regret never hearing her laugh again Never seeing her smile, I regret that exes can't stay friends, That /we/ can't stay friends Because I broke her heart. I regret that most of all.

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC

Her

Sometimes I still think about her. And while I miss her So God **** much, And there are days where I see her in strangers passing by, I dont regret ending it Because we both deserved so much better. I regret never hearing her laugh again Never seeing her smile, I regret that exes can't stay friends, That /we/ can't stay friends Because I broke her heart. I regret that most of all.

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Sometimes I look for who I was in who I am, And not finding them makes me doubt I'm getting better. But thats not how it works I can't find them because I'm stronger I'm happier I'm kinder I've grown into a better person. And god **** it I'm recovering.

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC

Recovery

Sometimes I look for who I was in who I am, And not finding them makes me doubt I'm getting better. But thats not how it works I can't find them because I'm stronger I'm happier I'm kinder I've grown into a better person. And god **** it I'm recovering.

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The point isn't to forget. The point is to move on. The point is to remember And learn And use the pain That attacked you down And use it as experience To bring others up. The point isn't to forget About the long nights And effort to breath About the crooked red lines And the long sleeves About crying so much And crying so hard You feel the loosening of your seams. The point is to grow And move on To find the beauty in the world and The purity of living.

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC

Grow

The point isn't to forget. The point is to move on. The point is to remember And learn And use the pain That attacked you down And use it as experience To bring others up. The point isn't to forget About the long nights And effort to breath About the crooked red lines And the long sleeves About crying so much And crying so hard You feel the loosening of your seams. The point is to grow And move on To find the beauty in the world and The purity of living.

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I watch the stars And the streetlights And the leaves I watch the fire The waves and the trees. I watch And watch Humanity But never understanding. I watch the laughter And tears And screams I watch them speak And call out greetings. I think its beautiful Raw emotion The way we are all linked. But the hate And greed And ignorance Drowns out the good. So I will watch nature And the stars. Beauty much easier To understand.

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC

I Do Not Understand

I watch the stars And the streetlights And the leaves I watch the fire The waves and the trees. I watch And watch Humanity But never understanding. I watch the laughter And tears And screams I watch them speak And call out greetings. I think its beautiful Raw emotion The way we are all linked. But the hate And greed And ignorance Drowns out the good. So I will watch nature And the stars. Beauty much easier To understand.

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