emijay - Hello Poetry

you are an exfoliant; coarse and fine you scrape me raw painfully but in the end your sharp cuts hide an ointment and my soul thanks me for you; for this change, a renewal, healing after necessary destruction (out with the dead, in with the new)

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Nov 30, 2018

Nov 30, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC

necessary pain

you are an exfoliant; coarse and fine you scrape me raw painfully but in the end your sharp cuts hide an ointment and my soul thanks me for you; for this change, a renewal, healing after necessary destruction (out with the dead, in with the new)

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but the only thing thats moving are my thoughts, they race ahead and below and i've given up tracing the trail they blaze before without a doubt burning out

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC

this sense of vertigo

but the only thing thats moving are my thoughts, they race ahead and below and i've given up tracing the trail they blaze before without a doubt burning out

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i'm so scared all the time i know that doesn't make me special the only thing special about me is my lack of understanding for others for emotion i wish i could dissect them like frogs and reassemble the pieces to fit better out of altruism, so they hurt less out of selfishness, so i know how theyre built and can predict when they will break down next

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC

autistic

i'm so scared all the time i know that doesn't make me special the only thing special about me is my lack of understanding for others for emotion i wish i could dissect them like frogs and reassemble the pieces to fit better out of altruism, so they hurt less out of selfishness, so i know how theyre built and can predict when they will break down next

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the sound of the highway outside whispers through this rain-tapped glass: quiet and fleeting and constant, so like wind and rain and nature, ebbs and flows, soothes with those highs and lows and breaks— with no telling when it will end, just a rhythm like sleepy breaths, a lullaby in the making i prefer this noise to silence outside my window in that dark; a vast world alive and vibrant while i slip into muted dreams

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC

Sound of the Highway

the sound of the highway outside whispers through this rain-tapped glass: quiet and fleeting and constant, so like wind and rain and nature, ebbs and flows, soothes with those highs and lows and breaks— with no telling when it will end, just a rhythm like sleepy breaths, a lullaby in the making i prefer this noise to silence outside my window in that dark; a vast world alive and vibrant while i slip into muted dreams

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there is a glow about you today a warm sun blanketed in sky-gray and though the world still spirals for a second, with you, i can forget

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC

sun

there is a glow about you today a warm sun blanketed in sky-gray and though the world still spirals for a second, with you, i can forget

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Leather suits you because you, too were alive once and are now dead; and the bright red — oh, sweet bloodshed! — vanishes on black

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC

Leather Jacket

Leather suits you because you, too were alive once and are now dead; and the bright red — oh, sweet bloodshed! — vanishes on black

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it would have been easier if you were cruel if your tongue dripped poison and not honey if your words cut because they were sharp and not because i showed you my soft places if you had been malicious instead of careless it would have been easier for me to heal if you had been less easy to forgive

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC

easier

it would have been easier if you were cruel if your tongue dripped poison and not honey if your words cut because they were sharp and not because i showed you my soft places if you had been malicious instead of careless it would have been easier for me to heal if you had been less easy to forgive

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like a flower in a high place, i cannot help but gaze upon the beauty prospering adverse to callous wind and granite stone; one day i will watch you fall grace- fully, petals aflutter, and mourn the absence your passing creates: a world less beautiful and rare.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC

untitled i

like a flower in a high place, i cannot help but gaze upon the beauty prospering adverse to callous wind and granite stone; one day i will watch you fall grace- fully, petals aflutter, and mourn the absence your passing creates: a world less beautiful and rare.

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the night sings to me with silence, the whisper of trees and far away cars, noises and nothings steeped in sibilance as ceaseless and steady as my somnolent breaths

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC

the night sings

the night sings to me with silence, the whisper of trees and far away cars, noises and nothings steeped in sibilance as ceaseless and steady as my somnolent breaths

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the post-mortem will say: sudden cardiac arrest (medicine cannot quantify death by a broken heart). i thought it was sweet, the arrhythmia you gave me (at least the butterflies dissolved harmlessly in acid). you knew me, invasively, a mortician's secret autopsy (you counting my scars, ribs, was it more habit than desire?) curiosity is what killed me; mine and yours, ill-matched (i would have preferred cruelty to your cool detachment). the post-mortem has found: i died of natural causes (which makes you, my heart- breaker, a force of nature)

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC

tua culpa universa

the post-mortem will say: sudden cardiac arrest (medicine cannot quantify death by a broken heart). i thought it was sweet, the arrhythmia you gave me (at least the butterflies dissolved harmlessly in acid). you knew me, invasively, a mortician's secret autopsy (you counting my scars, ribs, was it more habit than desire?) curiosity is what killed me; mine and yours, ill-matched (i would have preferred cruelty to your cool detachment). the post-mortem has found: i died of natural causes (which makes you, my heart- breaker, a force of nature)

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