djrxn - Hello Poetry

I am desperate for love and needy for attention To live is to love. But in this body, I can do nothing I can only wait. Until my skin feels right, and my limbs no longer loose. When outside matches within, maybe then, I can finally find love.

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Oct 12, 2024

Oct 12, 2024 at 5:39 AM UTC

soon..?

I am desperate for love and needy for attention To live is to love. But in this body, I can do nothing I can only wait. Until my skin feels right, and my limbs no longer loose. When outside matches within, maybe then, I can finally find love.

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i strip my skin, to show you my flesh. and i am met with tears and apologies muffled by your sobbing. i would cry with you, comfort you, tell you how good of a person you are. but now, my scars revealed again, i point at you shamelessly and i tell you it’s your fault. where sympathy and pity was, i only hold resentment. maybe in a few years i will have clarity, a new perspective, and i will feel guilty for how i was, but not now. you complain about your burdens and i take them on. the weight of it all. everyday i feel it, my body, dropping a little lower. my feet once stable, now cramping under the pressure. and so i cut myself open and i tell you of my bruised body, but still. you can only cry and look at me, without ever doing anything.

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Oct 2, 2024

Oct 2, 2024 at 5:13 AM UTC

your inaction

i strip my skin, to show you my flesh. and i am met with tears and apologies muffled by your sobbing. i would cry with you, comfort you, tell you how good of a person you are. but now, my scars revealed again, i point at you shamelessly and i tell you it’s your fault. where sympathy and pity was, i only hold resentment. maybe in a few years i will have clarity, a new perspective, and i will feel guilty for how i was, but not now. you complain about your burdens and i take them on. the weight of it all. everyday i feel it, my body, dropping a little lower. my feet once stable, now cramping under the pressure. and so i cut myself open and i tell you of my bruised body, but still. you can only cry and look at me, without ever doing anything.

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Place one hand on my shoulder and guide my head under You welcomed me to the world so let me drown at your fault Smile at me faintly as the waves ripple over my eyes and fill my lungs Like a babe being baptised you hold the back of my skull Now, not to keep me from drowning but to show me your gentle touch As my body erupts in panic, I flail I feel your love And for the slights you caused I feel your sorrow But I am too far gone, no longer needing your hands to keep me afloat Or to hold me under

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Sep 11, 2024

Sep 11, 2024 at 6:43 AM UTC

I feel myself returning sometimes

Place one hand on my shoulder and guide my head under You welcomed me to the world so let me drown at your fault Smile at me faintly as the waves ripple over my eyes and fill my lungs Like a babe being baptised you hold the back of my skull Now, not to keep me from drowning but to show me your gentle touch As my body erupts in panic, I flail I feel your love And for the slights you caused I feel your sorrow But I am too far gone, no longer needing your hands to keep me afloat Or to hold me under

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The flash reveals a ghost. She stands in the present, a figure from the past. You can feel the future inside of her yearning to be the now. But it is not his time just yet.

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Sep 2, 2024

Sep 2, 2024 at 8:03 PM UTC

Flash Photography

The flash reveals a ghost. She stands in the present, a figure from the past. You can feel the future inside of her yearning to be the now. But it is not his time just yet.

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Crosses still hang as remnants of the past Reminders of old traditions. Only few years have gone, but /decades/ Says her heart. The life they gave grows older, No longer sewn to the Mother. The hope and faith in their eyes dimmed in her years past, So while the crosses still hang It seems they’ve lost all meaning For the Mother and their beliefs died with her youth.

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Sep 2, 2024

Sep 2, 2024 at 3:41 AM UTC

Faith Faded

Crosses still hang as remnants of the past Reminders of old traditions. Only few years have gone, but /decades/ Says her heart. The life they gave grows older, No longer sewn to the Mother. The hope and faith in their eyes dimmed in her years past, So while the crosses still hang It seems they’ve lost all meaning For the Mother and their beliefs died with her youth.

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Hand in hand, tears from two form a river The world stills in mourning as the little girl dies. He tries to loosen his grip, but her hold remains. The boy can only watch as she starts to fall Her body descending in the waves. Finally as she lets go, he tightens his hold and struggles to keep her afloat. Sinking under, she gently whispers “They mourn for you And the youth I stole.”

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Aug 31, 2024

Aug 31, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC

Waves, Wash Me Over

Hand in hand, tears from two form a river The world stills in mourning as the little girl dies. He tries to loosen his grip, but her hold remains. The boy can only watch as she starts to fall Her body descending in the waves. Finally as she lets go, he tightens his hold and struggles to keep her afloat. Sinking under, she gently whispers “They mourn for you And the youth I stole.”

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