danielaa - Hello Poetry

My thoughts woke me up in the middle of the night, it's getting harder to breathe without you by my side. My mind is clouded by your absence. I'm living underwater. Every breath mixed with water.

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

underwater

My thoughts woke me up in the middle of the night, it's getting harder to breathe without you by my side. My mind is clouded by your absence. I'm living underwater. Every breath mixed with water.

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I've always wanted to become a writer. I've known it all along. Ever since I started making scenarios in my head about possible outcomes, and whenever I acted a bit too dramatic. Everytime I fell to deep over a guy. I thank everyone who has ever made me feel like killing myself. Thank you to everyone who has made me shed tears until I fell asleep. Thanks for the scars in my heart, in my arms that will probably never heal properly. I thank you because I made it. I'm becoming the person I had to become. I wouldn't have done it without you.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC

about myself

I've always wanted to become a writer. I've known it all along. Ever since I started making scenarios in my head about possible outcomes, and whenever I acted a bit too dramatic. Everytime I fell to deep over a guy. I thank everyone who has ever made me feel like killing myself. Thank you to everyone who has made me shed tears until I fell asleep. Thanks for the scars in my heart, in my arms that will probably never heal properly. I thank you because I made it. I'm becoming the person I had to become. I wouldn't have done it without you.

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The tiniest detail about you she will never forget, and I doubt in a year you'll remember her name. She will soon enough become another pair of lips you kissed twice while drunk in what seemed like love but was actually urge. She will be the junior you had a crush on for what seemed like forever, only to find out she wasn't worth a title. It began to hurt the minute you whispered for her to stay, your breath smelt like ***** she should've known better than to believe in a drunken thought. But then weeks went by and he stayed, and for then it was enough. Except it wasn't, she began fading into him, she ignored his obvious lack of interest towards her. She was so blinded by a desire to try and make it work that she missed all of the departure signs. And things were never comfortable between them two, you should've known, it always felt as if he was following someone else's instructions about what to say on the first date and how to hold her hand, it was as if these simple gestures were over-rehearsed. Too mechanical. But she'd let that pass because she was happy. Because she really wanted it work. *I suppose it is no surprise it ended just the way it started. Us making out completely wasted with no idea of what was actually going on or what was going to happen the next day, without a clue of the day or the month. Nothing mattered but us, whether you were asking me out or breaking up with me. It was all about us. Everything else just kind of blended into a blurry landscape, was that not good enough for you?* And I'm utterly sorry darling, I know you wanted it to work, I know you poured your soul and thoughts, I know you tried. You gave your best. But let me tell you it wasn't enough, your best was never enough, you were never enough to make him stay. He may think he left because of his own choice, but it was all you. You should've been better. Silly me, for a moment there I actually thought this time you'd stay. ////// Still is that a proper way to leave?

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC

i should really get a new writing topic

The tiniest detail about you she will never forget, and I doubt in a year you'll remember her name. She will soon enough become another pair of lips you kissed twice while drunk in what seemed like love but was actually urge. She will be the junior you had a crush on for what seemed like forever, only to find out she wasn't worth a title. It began to hurt the minute you whispered for her to stay, your breath smelt like ***** she should've known better than to believe in a drunken thought. But then weeks went by and he stayed, and for then it was enough. Except it wasn't, she began fading into him, she ignored his obvious lack of interest towards her. She was so blinded by a desire to try and make it work that she missed all of the departure signs. And things were never comfortable between them two, you should've known, it always felt as if he was following someone else's instructions about what to say on the first date and how to hold her hand, it was as if these simple gestures were over-rehearsed. Too mechanical. But she'd let that pass because she was happy. Because she really wanted it work. *I suppose it is no surprise it ended just the way it started. Us making out completely wasted with no idea of what was actually going on or what was going to happen the next day, without a clue of the day or the month. Nothing mattered but us, whether you were asking me out or breaking up with me. It was all about us. Everything else just kind of blended into a blurry landscape, was that not good enough for you?* And I'm utterly sorry darling, I know you wanted it to work, I know you poured your soul and thoughts, I know you tried. You gave your best. But let me tell you it wasn't enough, your best was never enough, you were never enough to make him stay. He may think he left because of his own choice, but it was all you. You should've been better. Silly me, for a moment there I actually thought this time you'd stay. ////// Still is that a proper way to leave?

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I. people will judge from the outside as if they had it all figured out, and it will hurt. don't give in. humans are selfish and envious and that's the main reason why I have no interest in becoming one. II. look for happiness and once you find it hold on to it as you would hold on to the bouquet of roses the bride throws after the wedding ceremony, as you will hold onto your baby's first lost tooth, as you held your mother's hand when you crossed the street and how she squeezed a little to hard out of love and fear. and those glimpses of happiness that have passed and all those that are yet to come, will make this all worth it. III. you'll never get to please them all. you don't even have to try. all you have to do is make sure that the decisions you make are actually coming from you. keep in mind that no one not a friend a boyfriend not even your mother will have to live with the choices you make, no one but yourself. IV. if you want to drink, **** it tequila will taste better than his goodbye, and drugs are available and will make you forget all the reasons why he couldn't stick around, you can get A's if you put your mind up to it, just make sure whatever you choose to pour your soul makes your pulse race and your heart skip a beat. V. never settle. wait for someone who will make you laugh and will be as much of a talker as you are, and who will support you in every decision, that last one is important. you are worth a freakin lot for you to be losing your time with ******** and cocky heartbreakers.

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

list of must's

I. people will judge from the outside as if they had it all figured out, and it will hurt. don't give in. humans are selfish and envious and that's the main reason why I have no interest in becoming one. II. look for happiness and once you find it hold on to it as you would hold on to the bouquet of roses the bride throws after the wedding ceremony, as you will hold onto your baby's first lost tooth, as you held your mother's hand when you crossed the street and how she squeezed a little to hard out of love and fear. and those glimpses of happiness that have passed and all those that are yet to come, will make this all worth it. III. you'll never get to please them all. you don't even have to try. all you have to do is make sure that the decisions you make are actually coming from you. keep in mind that no one not a friend a boyfriend not even your mother will have to live with the choices you make, no one but yourself. IV. if you want to drink, **** it tequila will taste better than his goodbye, and drugs are available and will make you forget all the reasons why he couldn't stick around, you can get A's if you put your mind up to it, just make sure whatever you choose to pour your soul makes your pulse race and your heart skip a beat. V. never settle. wait for someone who will make you laugh and will be as much of a talker as you are, and who will support you in every decision, that last one is important. you are worth a freakin lot for you to be losing your time with ******** and cocky heartbreakers.

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her world was shattered long before she had the slightest chance to experience the harshness of it. im pretty sure there are people who get better, who make it through. and although some people recover parents divorcing and loneliness and being practically raised by themselves, some others turn into drugs and become cheaters and they should have the concern of someone. i mean, who pays attention to these forgotten souls? who will help them become who they were born to be and not a weak copy of their flawed parents? i'm not bluffing, people do get better and i know at the moment it may seem as the hardest thing you'll ever experience. baby i know you think you need those boys but you don't, you need the beach and fresh air, and a hot bath when things seem to heavy for your fragile shoulders to handle, you'll need friends who get you ice-cream after rough break-ups, skateboards and probably a shot or two, and fresh air when the air gets so thick your lungs finally begin to charge all those empty cigarette boxes hidden under your bed. and you will get better, you will overcome it and you'll thank god or better yet you will thank yourself for holding onto to that ray of sunshine, for staying away from the shadows and the chaos, for keeping those dark thoughts that used to haunt you at night in a corner of your mind you no longer have the need to visit. remember, i love you

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

baby steps

her world was shattered long before she had the slightest chance to experience the harshness of it. im pretty sure there are people who get better, who make it through. and although some people recover parents divorcing and loneliness and being practically raised by themselves, some others turn into drugs and become cheaters and they should have the concern of someone. i mean, who pays attention to these forgotten souls? who will help them become who they were born to be and not a weak copy of their flawed parents? i'm not bluffing, people do get better and i know at the moment it may seem as the hardest thing you'll ever experience. baby i know you think you need those boys but you don't, you need the beach and fresh air, and a hot bath when things seem to heavy for your fragile shoulders to handle, you'll need friends who get you ice-cream after rough break-ups, skateboards and probably a shot or two, and fresh air when the air gets so thick your lungs finally begin to charge all those empty cigarette boxes hidden under your bed. and you will get better, you will overcome it and you'll thank god or better yet you will thank yourself for holding onto to that ray of sunshine, for staying away from the shadows and the chaos, for keeping those dark thoughts that used to haunt you at night in a corner of your mind you no longer have the need to visit. remember, i love you

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and you walked out of my life without the slightest concern yet don't seem able to ******* leave my mind. and i got so drunk the day you left me I threw up at your feet the empty promises made by a you i no longer recognized, my world literally fell apart at your feet. now that i come to think about it you may have been the one holding it together for now that you're no longer around nothing makes sense i'm more lost than ever and to say that, is quite something. and although you've turned into everything i despise i still crave you and the connection i foolishly thought we had.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC

and

and you walked out of my life without the slightest concern yet don't seem able to ******* leave my mind. and i got so drunk the day you left me I threw up at your feet the empty promises made by a you i no longer recognized, my world literally fell apart at your feet. now that i come to think about it you may have been the one holding it together for now that you're no longer around nothing makes sense i'm more lost than ever and to say that, is quite something. and although you've turned into everything i despise i still crave you and the connection i foolishly thought we had.

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mixture of messy, unstable. chaos written al over him. how did i miss the departure signs¿¿

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC

Type of boy

mixture of messy, unstable. chaos written al over him. how did i miss the departure signs¿¿

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Not blue as the Caribbean, not the background of a rainbow. Not even blue as balloons at six year old birthday parties. It felt as the tone in the sky you only see after monsoons, when the clouds are gray and the sea almost black. Blue as in the toothbrush he forgot when he left. Blue as his eyes in a fairy tale when he's just about to leave for someone else. Indescribable. And although I know there's a great variety of blue's, this was not the case. Not only did it look different, it felt odd, it left you an after taste, you could sense something was off, not quite right. And when it started raining, I couldn't tell if I was catching raindrops, or just tears.

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC

b l u e

Not blue as the Caribbean, not the background of a rainbow. Not even blue as balloons at six year old birthday parties. It felt as the tone in the sky you only see after monsoons, when the clouds are gray and the sea almost black. Blue as in the toothbrush he forgot when he left. Blue as his eyes in a fairy tale when he's just about to leave for someone else. Indescribable. And although I know there's a great variety of blue's, this was not the case. Not only did it look different, it felt odd, it left you an after taste, you could sense something was off, not quite right. And when it started raining, I couldn't tell if I was catching raindrops, or just tears.

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I did not remember the fear I felt that he would suddenly change his mind. I had forgotten the anxiety through the lapses between conversations. My mind had blocked the uncertainty of his words, how perhaps as they came out the after taste they left was bitter and gray, typical of lies. Although I thought I'd miss, the butterflies, I find myself hitting the bottle and swallowing pills, just to stop the fluttering for a minute or two. And now that I'm starting to remember, I'm not sure I ever wanted it that much to begin with.

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC

Too scared to acknowledge

I did not remember the fear I felt that he would suddenly change his mind. I had forgotten the anxiety through the lapses between conversations. My mind had blocked the uncertainty of his words, how perhaps as they came out the after taste they left was bitter and gray, typical of lies. Although I thought I'd miss, the butterflies, I find myself hitting the bottle and swallowing pills, just to stop the fluttering for a minute or two. And now that I'm starting to remember, I'm not sure I ever wanted it that much to begin with.

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Routine reaches for me and Her claws dig my skin looking for freshness, anything out of tedious everyday crap. She scratches and consumes my insides, until I'm left with nothing. Utterly hollow. She swallows every particle of every atom and flees when it becomes too monotonous, leaving it impossible to survive Her. I figure Routine has got to be a woman, who else would love you to the point of driving you mad, only to get bored and find a new host.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC

Dull

Routine reaches for me and Her claws dig my skin looking for freshness, anything out of tedious everyday crap. She scratches and consumes my insides, until I'm left with nothing. Utterly hollow. She swallows every particle of every atom and flees when it becomes too monotonous, leaving it impossible to survive Her. I figure Routine has got to be a woman, who else would love you to the point of driving you mad, only to get bored and find a new host.

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