elizas-wishes - Hello Poetry

Beyond here there is a breathtaking sky A thousand flowers cascading down rolling hills shining with the dew of the morning Creatures of all kinds dance in the vast forests that stretch as far as the eye can see A brooke whispers sweet nothings into the ear of a passerby, seducing them to stay a while more Go and bask in the morning sunshine and let the wind breathe you in Lie in the Earth and let in embrace you I will go with you in spirit and there you may feel your soul reaching to the heavens, But you were made to forge your own path here. My heart is content with the guidance I have given, and at this very moment I must lay my head And rest And dream of the sweetness beyond.

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Dec 11, 2020

Dec 11, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC

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Beyond here there is a breathtaking sky A thousand flowers cascading down rolling hills shining with the dew of the morning Creatures of all kinds dance in the vast forests that stretch as far as the eye can see A brooke whispers sweet nothings into the ear of a passerby, seducing them to stay a while more Go and bask in the morning sunshine and let the wind breathe you in Lie in the Earth and let in embrace you I will go with you in spirit and there you may feel your soul reaching to the heavens, But you were made to forge your own path here. My heart is content with the guidance I have given, and at this very moment I must lay my head And rest And dream of the sweetness beyond.

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I am not a player in the game I could tell you exactly what moves to make But with myself on the line I am blind I let myself fall and I make bad decisions I have tried and tried and come up empty Every move that I make is impulsive Maybe my place is on the sidelines, watching from a distance. Maybe I’m meant to watch and listen. I am a guide, I am not a leader. I can show you where to go, but I have never been myself. Maybe this is how I’m meant to be, and I’m okay with that. But I can’t help but worry that I’m just too afraid to try and be the real me.

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Dec 11, 2020

Dec 11, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC

Sidelines

I am not a player in the game I could tell you exactly what moves to make But with myself on the line I am blind I let myself fall and I make bad decisions I have tried and tried and come up empty Every move that I make is impulsive Maybe my place is on the sidelines, watching from a distance. Maybe I’m meant to watch and listen. I am a guide, I am not a leader. I can show you where to go, but I have never been myself. Maybe this is how I’m meant to be, and I’m okay with that. But I can’t help but worry that I’m just too afraid to try and be the real me.

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Dear me, I hope one day you can wake up and take a breath without wanting to take a blade to your throat. I hope you can make it through a day without tears. I hope when you make plans with friends you don’t spend the whole night wondering if you mean anything to them at all. I hope you can find joy in your favorite things. More than anything, I hope that when you smile, you mean it. I don’t care if you have one friend of one million. I don’t care if you have one dollar or billions. I just hope that one day you can wake up without spending every moment wanting to end the life that God gave you.

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC

A letter to myself

Dear me, I hope one day you can wake up and take a breath without wanting to take a blade to your throat. I hope you can make it through a day without tears. I hope when you make plans with friends you don’t spend the whole night wondering if you mean anything to them at all. I hope you can find joy in your favorite things. More than anything, I hope that when you smile, you mean it. I don’t care if you have one friend of one million. I don’t care if you have one dollar or billions. I just hope that one day you can wake up without spending every moment wanting to end the life that God gave you.

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Why do you write? Can you dive deep into the intricacies woven into your Soul by piercing a vain and bleeding your pain into a sheet of paper? Do you escape into a world where fears vaporize and nothing can destroy tranquility?

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC

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Why do you write? Can you dive deep into the intricacies woven into your Soul by piercing a vain and bleeding your pain into a sheet of paper? Do you escape into a world where fears vaporize and nothing can destroy tranquility?

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When I wake up with you I could wake up dead When I wake up with him I want to see you When I wake up with her I miss what you do When I wake up with them I have nothing to say But when I wake up alone, I have to pray. All hope is gone I raise my hands. I look up when there’s nothing else. Shreds of fear shine down on me. Block out my reality. No will. No love. No blessings to count. I’m tired of it. I’m done. I am out. But when I die I’m going down. I am no saint. I’m not heaven-bound. Still I can not help but look. I don’t see the grace or understand the book. Only the lost can never be free. I always look for you, but I have not found me. Let me go and I will stay, But I need space and need to pay

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC

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When I wake up with you I could wake up dead When I wake up with him I want to see you When I wake up with her I miss what you do When I wake up with them I have nothing to say But when I wake up alone, I have to pray. All hope is gone I raise my hands. I look up when there’s nothing else. Shreds of fear shine down on me. Block out my reality. No will. No love. No blessings to count. I’m tired of it. I’m done. I am out. But when I die I’m going down. I am no saint. I’m not heaven-bound. Still I can not help but look. I don’t see the grace or understand the book. Only the lost can never be free. I always look for you, but I have not found me. Let me go and I will stay, But I need space and need to pay

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7 rhymes in my head I drank and drank and went to bed I showed you the path to take ahead And you left without me. 6 rhymes in my mind I found a love that was so blind She taught me all about your kind But it had me worried. 5 rhymes in my brain I thought that I was numb to pain Found sun again that turned to rain It all went up in smoke. 4 more rhymes left unseen I thought myself the one to clean Not up not down but in between But still I felt unfinished. 3 rhymes left to tell One last thought went to hell I found you there with none to tell You were actually behind. 2 more rhymes two more times Dollars dollars can’t make dimes I lost the spirit lost the rhymes And all was well again. One last rhyme from me to you You left me and you were untrue And I am coming back for you Not perfect but the best I can do.

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC

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7 rhymes in my head I drank and drank and went to bed I showed you the path to take ahead And you left without me. 6 rhymes in my mind I found a love that was so blind She taught me all about your kind But it had me worried. 5 rhymes in my brain I thought that I was numb to pain Found sun again that turned to rain It all went up in smoke. 4 more rhymes left unseen I thought myself the one to clean Not up not down but in between But still I felt unfinished. 3 rhymes left to tell One last thought went to hell I found you there with none to tell You were actually behind. 2 more rhymes two more times Dollars dollars can’t make dimes I lost the spirit lost the rhymes And all was well again. One last rhyme from me to you You left me and you were untrue And I am coming back for you Not perfect but the best I can do.

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Cold, fallen, asleep, dark Asleep, numb, numb to the pain Fallen down and given up, hopeless Cold, stuck frozen solid Dark, shadows fill the space around you no one can understand. Does no one try? You are the outcast You see things differently Close the door to the world before they turn their backs. Don’t get up. Sink below and go down, fall through the crack They can’t see you Do they want to? Does the whole world exist and go against you? It’s all in your head. You’re crazy. stop letting your mind go to dark places. Is there love in the world? Not for you. Your heart is ugly, your mind broken. Everything you touch turns cold. Just relax. Everything will be ok in the morning. If you don’t wake up who is there to blame? Forever asleep now, The end that was supposed to be the beginning

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC

Too soon

Cold, fallen, asleep, dark Asleep, numb, numb to the pain Fallen down and given up, hopeless Cold, stuck frozen solid Dark, shadows fill the space around you no one can understand. Does no one try? You are the outcast You see things differently Close the door to the world before they turn their backs. Don’t get up. Sink below and go down, fall through the crack They can’t see you Do they want to? Does the whole world exist and go against you? It’s all in your head. You’re crazy. stop letting your mind go to dark places. Is there love in the world? Not for you. Your heart is ugly, your mind broken. Everything you touch turns cold. Just relax. Everything will be ok in the morning. If you don’t wake up who is there to blame? Forever asleep now, The end that was supposed to be the beginning

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**** this **** I try every day to be the best me and no one sees Pretending not to want love that everyone needs Closing my eyes I get lost in my head I hide and convince myself I’m better off dead some nights I stay up and imagine another world Where my parents have the perfect little girl They would be proud and notice me And I wouldn’t get lost behind the scenes Waking up I can finally see They do have her, but I am not she

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Jan 22, 2020

Jan 22, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC

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**** this **** I try every day to be the best me and no one sees Pretending not to want love that everyone needs Closing my eyes I get lost in my head I hide and convince myself I’m better off dead some nights I stay up and imagine another world Where my parents have the perfect little girl They would be proud and notice me And I wouldn’t get lost behind the scenes Waking up I can finally see They do have her, but I am not she

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what is wrong and what is right the world used to be in black and white but dark seeped in and colors blurred, and it is impossible to find truth in anyone else's word. i live my life in grey i dance on the seams of the ever dimming light and what i can never appear to understand is why i am standing still while others around me grow i think i have it all together i organize the lines and it put the facts into a pattern but with my work complete my tempestuous existence knocks it over and i feel myself fall right back into the darkness from which i was trying to pull away

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Nov 10, 2019

Nov 10, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC

Grey

what is wrong and what is right the world used to be in black and white but dark seeped in and colors blurred, and it is impossible to find truth in anyone else's word. i live my life in grey i dance on the seams of the ever dimming light and what i can never appear to understand is why i am standing still while others around me grow i think i have it all together i organize the lines and it put the facts into a pattern but with my work complete my tempestuous existence knocks it over and i feel myself fall right back into the darkness from which i was trying to pull away

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ice cold. she's the girl who sits at the back of the class with a frown on her face. she's the girl everyone thinks is "too cool" to care. she's the one who no one gives a second thought to. they don't wonder. they don't care. she acts out just to be seen, but instead she just gets brushed further aside. she's easy. she's a ***** they make fun of her behind her back. they don't see her other side. she comes home from the parties late at night. her hair is in a beautiful tangle, her makeup crazily smeared. the smell of ***** is on her breath. she has a distant stare in her eyes. she walks past her brother faded on the couch. she ignores his muffles cries. wants to stop mom being beaten by dad, but knows it won't help even if she tries. life isn't a fairy tale, smooth sailing and pretty blue skies. maybe it is for them. but for her, hope fails and love dies.

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Dec 19, 2018

Dec 19, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC

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ice cold. she's the girl who sits at the back of the class with a frown on her face. she's the girl everyone thinks is "too cool" to care. she's the one who no one gives a second thought to. they don't wonder. they don't care. she acts out just to be seen, but instead she just gets brushed further aside. she's easy. she's a ***** they make fun of her behind her back. they don't see her other side. she comes home from the parties late at night. her hair is in a beautiful tangle, her makeup crazily smeared. the smell of ***** is on her breath. she has a distant stare in her eyes. she walks past her brother faded on the couch. she ignores his muffles cries. wants to stop mom being beaten by dad, but knows it won't help even if she tries. life isn't a fairy tale, smooth sailing and pretty blue skies. maybe it is for them. but for her, hope fails and love dies.

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