earthless - Hello Poetry

Does it feel good to be right about me? You always thought I hadn’t changed I bet it feels good to be right about me You always had such little faith 11 days doesn’t seem that long But, it **** sure did for me I knew the day that I gave in To how I used to be Would be the day you finally called me That day that I gave in I was laying down across his chest Wrapped in sheets and sin The moment that I hung up The silence killed my heart I cried on the drive, and when I got home I tore myself apart I told you about what happened You deserved the truth There was silence on the line Then your voice was small, and blue “I gotta go,” you told me And then you hung up the phone I knew right then and there I was meant to be alone.

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC

I guess you were right about me

Does it feel good to be right about me? You always thought I hadn’t changed I bet it feels good to be right about me You always had such little faith 11 days doesn’t seem that long But, it **** sure did for me I knew the day that I gave in To how I used to be Would be the day you finally called me That day that I gave in I was laying down across his chest Wrapped in sheets and sin The moment that I hung up The silence killed my heart I cried on the drive, and when I got home I tore myself apart I told you about what happened You deserved the truth There was silence on the line Then your voice was small, and blue “I gotta go,” you told me And then you hung up the phone I knew right then and there I was meant to be alone.

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It's 2:26 in the morning, and God, I miss you. It's pathetic, really. I look forward to seeing you, when I do, time passes slowly, but too quickly. As you walk away, or I walk away (whatever), I already miss you. Sometimes I hold my pillow like it's a person, and pretend it's you. I think about falling asleep next to you a lot. I felt so guilty that night, but now I don't really care. All I know is that somewhere along the line, the universe created something where half of it went to you, and the other half went to me. I'm in love with your crazy. It almost makes me feel normal. We're like a solar eclipse. The darkness far outweighs the light, but somehow everyone still thinks it's beautiful. I didn't kiss you enough tonight. I never do. The second you pull away, and there's space in between us again, I'm starving for your touch. A lot of the time you preface your statements with, "Not trying to be weird." I think that's funny every time because what follows that statement is almost always my thoughts exactly. Whatever you do to me that you think is weird, or confusing, or whatever, I only have one request: don't stop. .

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC

All I want to do is sleep

It's 2:26 in the morning, and God, I miss you. It's pathetic, really. I look forward to seeing you, when I do, time passes slowly, but too quickly. As you walk away, or I walk away (whatever), I already miss you. Sometimes I hold my pillow like it's a person, and pretend it's you. I think about falling asleep next to you a lot. I felt so guilty that night, but now I don't really care. All I know is that somewhere along the line, the universe created something where half of it went to you, and the other half went to me. I'm in love with your crazy. It almost makes me feel normal. We're like a solar eclipse. The darkness far outweighs the light, but somehow everyone still thinks it's beautiful. I didn't kiss you enough tonight. I never do. The second you pull away, and there's space in between us again, I'm starving for your touch. A lot of the time you preface your statements with, "Not trying to be weird." I think that's funny every time because what follows that statement is almost always my thoughts exactly. Whatever you do to me that you think is weird, or confusing, or whatever, I only have one request: don't stop. .

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So tell me another beautiful lie Tell me everything I want to hear Won't you lay here by my side? I want to **** away all my fear -b.d.

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC

a song called "When You Break"

So tell me another beautiful lie Tell me everything I want to hear Won't you lay here by my side? I want to **** away all my fear -b.d.

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I'm an alcoholic drug addict and this **** doesn't have a thing on you. e.s.

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC

ihym

I'm an alcoholic drug addict and this **** doesn't have a thing on you. e.s.

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****

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC

Life is purgatory We spend it trying to mend the broken pieces Of ourselves, crying out at God to save us We spend it pretending we aren’t climbing A social ladder made of trees we cut down Trying to climb faster than the disaster which Comes after our footsteps We chase death through the pinholes of our Name brand shoes and the shadows on our Streets lined with empty bottles as hollow as Our apologies. Life is conformity disguised by disorderly conduct It is filled with dishonesty, poverty, while we Fret over the likes we get on Facebook We took what looked easiest and flew our Sorrows into tomorrow while following the man Who leads us. We breathe easier and our Heart beats more evenly when the blame is not our own. There is a pecking order and we cut each other’s Limbs off to reach the top and receive the glory In each of our stories we are fighting “boring” by Chasing our stormy desires Death will be better, simpler, easier A release from the beast we call society. The sound of our trudging feet will cease and We will be at peace waiting to meet our creator Our back bones are ashes of laughter and rainforests We made into furniture. The only escape from this World of **** and grime And crime and time is lying down And dying. This is the great mystery of Life flying high like a kite And lighting up in flames by One of our nuclear missiles Why do we have nuclear power When we have the human race

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

Life Sux

Life is purgatory We spend it trying to mend the broken pieces Of ourselves, crying out at God to save us We spend it pretending we aren’t climbing A social ladder made of trees we cut down Trying to climb faster than the disaster which Comes after our footsteps We chase death through the pinholes of our Name brand shoes and the shadows on our Streets lined with empty bottles as hollow as Our apologies. Life is conformity disguised by disorderly conduct It is filled with dishonesty, poverty, while we Fret over the likes we get on Facebook We took what looked easiest and flew our Sorrows into tomorrow while following the man Who leads us. We breathe easier and our Heart beats more evenly when the blame is not our own. There is a pecking order and we cut each other’s Limbs off to reach the top and receive the glory In each of our stories we are fighting “boring” by Chasing our stormy desires Death will be better, simpler, easier A release from the beast we call society. The sound of our trudging feet will cease and We will be at peace waiting to meet our creator Our back bones are ashes of laughter and rainforests We made into furniture. The only escape from this World of **** and grime And crime and time is lying down And dying. This is the great mystery of Life flying high like a kite And lighting up in flames by One of our nuclear missiles Why do we have nuclear power When we have the human race

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I don’t think I could ever be hateful. That would require effort and effort is something I just don’t have. I give enough effort every morning by thanking God for waking me up. That’s about all I can do. The rest of my energy is devoted to not thinking about you. **** Well I can always try again tomorrow. I could rewrite this poem every day and the words would never change. 1. I feel hateful 2. I change my mind because I’m too tired 3. I try not to think about you 4. I think about you 5. I say I won’t do it again 6. I write a poem about it

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC

ihateyou

I don’t think I could ever be hateful. That would require effort and effort is something I just don’t have. I give enough effort every morning by thanking God for waking me up. That’s about all I can do. The rest of my energy is devoted to not thinking about you. **** Well I can always try again tomorrow. I could rewrite this poem every day and the words would never change. 1. I feel hateful 2. I change my mind because I’m too tired 3. I try not to think about you 4. I think about you 5. I say I won’t do it again 6. I write a poem about it

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You’re so beautiful when you’re praying I have a memory of me laying On your chest on a blanket In a field of grass Your eyes are closing And I feel you throwing Down what’s in your hands And replacing it with me Your brow furrows And I remember burrowing Into the fabric Of your flannel shirt You’re saying “amen” And there’s pain then Because the prayer is over And I have to look away e.s.

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

i watched you while you were praying

You’re so beautiful when you’re praying I have a memory of me laying On your chest on a blanket In a field of grass Your eyes are closing And I feel you throwing Down what’s in your hands And replacing it with me Your brow furrows And I remember burrowing Into the fabric Of your flannel shirt You’re saying “amen” And there’s pain then Because the prayer is over And I have to look away e.s.

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How can I get it across to you delicately that I want you to do all the ***** things to me you never told anyone, not even your Tumblr? People say “respect your body” I respect my body. That’s why I’m asking you to destroy it. I can beg. Use me to feel like a man. You can have me any way you want. Don’t be gentle. Scratch me and bite me and make me scream Bruise me and leave marks on my body. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Then when you’re done, you can kiss every part of me I let you destroy, put a t-shirt on my body, tuck me in, and sing me a lullaby.

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

**** parental advisory

How can I get it across to you delicately that I want you to do all the ***** things to me you never told anyone, not even your Tumblr? People say “respect your body” I respect my body. That’s why I’m asking you to destroy it. I can beg. Use me to feel like a man. You can have me any way you want. Don’t be gentle. Scratch me and bite me and make me scream Bruise me and leave marks on my body. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Then when you’re done, you can kiss every part of me I let you destroy, put a t-shirt on my body, tuck me in, and sing me a lullaby.

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I don't know if this is an appropriate time to say that I miss you what-with all that's going on, but I do. that, and I just wanna stay inside on my sofa all day and curl up into you with movies on regardless of whether or not they're being watched. I wanna eat various foods that may or may not be terrible for our bodies but taste wonderful. I wanna spill **** all over the place and rush to clean it up before my parents notice. i want to look out the windows and notice how small we really are in this monstrous universe, but to me, you're the whole thing. I want to forget that I crave destructive things and replace them with you. I want to breathe your air and inhale the scent - cigarettes and stardust - that I know belongs only to you. I want to sit on the sofa all day with you and stop trying to explain that I love you, and start trying to show you. e.s.s.

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC

one of those letters

I don't know if this is an appropriate time to say that I miss you what-with all that's going on, but I do. that, and I just wanna stay inside on my sofa all day and curl up into you with movies on regardless of whether or not they're being watched. I wanna eat various foods that may or may not be terrible for our bodies but taste wonderful. I wanna spill **** all over the place and rush to clean it up before my parents notice. i want to look out the windows and notice how small we really are in this monstrous universe, but to me, you're the whole thing. I want to forget that I crave destructive things and replace them with you. I want to breathe your air and inhale the scent - cigarettes and stardust - that I know belongs only to you. I want to sit on the sofa all day with you and stop trying to explain that I love you, and start trying to show you. e.s.s.

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