elizacarmesi - Hello Poetry

It's like you're a ceasefire Something that can momentarily stop the raging battle that consumes me. It's not an armistice. It's not an agreement to end the war. The war will never be over. But it's a ceasefire. A break from all the pain, the loss, the suffering. It's better than a ceasefire. It's a game of football on no-man's land on Christmas day. It's a brief moment of happiness, a light shining through darkness. Without you, I am death and destruction and war and sadness. You bring me happiness and light, love and warmth. You are the ceasefire in the war that rages inside my head.

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC

Ceasefire

It's like you're a ceasefire Something that can momentarily stop the raging battle that consumes me. It's not an armistice. It's not an agreement to end the war. The war will never be over. But it's a ceasefire. A break from all the pain, the loss, the suffering. It's better than a ceasefire. It's a game of football on no-man's land on Christmas day. It's a brief moment of happiness, a light shining through darkness. Without you, I am death and destruction and war and sadness. You bring me happiness and light, love and warmth. You are the ceasefire in the war that rages inside my head.

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It is days like this that make me wonder where you are now. Days like this, when you would run barefoot through the grass, Arms open wide and laughing in delight at the beauty of the world. It is days when the sun is high in the sky that I think of you. But I think of you when it rains, too. I think of how you used to stare out of the window, Watching the drops of rain run down the glass. I think of you on rainy days too.

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC

Days Like This

It is days like this that make me wonder where you are now. Days like this, when you would run barefoot through the grass, Arms open wide and laughing in delight at the beauty of the world. It is days when the sun is high in the sky that I think of you. But I think of you when it rains, too. I think of how you used to stare out of the window, Watching the drops of rain run down the glass. I think of you on rainy days too.

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Some days I flinch away from you, as though even the gentlest of touches could shatter me into a thousand tiny pieces. Some days I tense up whenever you enter the room, as though a single word from you could break me. Please, believe me when I tell you that it is not you. Please, believe me when I tell you that it breaks my heart every time I see you pull back from me.

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC

Shatter

Some days I flinch away from you, as though even the gentlest of touches could shatter me into a thousand tiny pieces. Some days I tense up whenever you enter the room, as though a single word from you could break me. Please, believe me when I tell you that it is not you. Please, believe me when I tell you that it breaks my heart every time I see you pull back from me.

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It has been far too long Since I looked up at the sky And noticed how blue it was Instead of just seeing the clouds That were scattered here and there.

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC

Clouds and Blue Skies

It has been far too long Since I looked up at the sky And noticed how blue it was Instead of just seeing the clouds That were scattered here and there.

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The thing is That you're left with a list Of all the things You didn't say And then You're left with another That keeps on growing An agonising list of 'What if?'s.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC

Lists

The thing is That you're left with a list Of all the things You didn't say And then You're left with another That keeps on growing An agonising list of 'What if?'s.

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They thought that they could help each other That together they could claw their way back to the surface But instead they dragged each other back down Needing so much strength just to hold the other up that they had none left for themselves And so they fell Slowly but surely Deeper into the pit of hopeless despair That seemingly had no bottom.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC

Claw Your Way Up

They thought that they could help each other That together they could claw their way back to the surface But instead they dragged each other back down Needing so much strength just to hold the other up that they had none left for themselves And so they fell Slowly but surely Deeper into the pit of hopeless despair That seemingly had no bottom.

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