emily-comer-zello - Hello Poetry

Throw around words you never really learned. Toss ideas into a dish best served raw. Hope that those who take the time to give it a chance are captivated. But no one’s taste buds are the same. Most, including the creator, never satisfied. I present to you Judgment Growth Knowledge Life

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC

emily-comer-zello

Piece of Mind

Throw around words you never really learned. Toss ideas into a dish best served raw. Hope that those who take the time to give it a chance are captivated. But no one’s taste buds are the same. Most, including the creator, never satisfied. I present to you Judgment Growth Knowledge Life

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Slowly destroyed. Put down. Stood up. Every day she tried To better herself. But, in the end, It was easier To shut out and hide. She tried to appear bona-fide. But where her life was going - She felt it was up to others to decide. It’s not that she always wanted to be lead. It’s that, when she really needed it, No one ever heard what she said. But when given the chance to freely express Herself with no limit, All the judgments she’s ever heard Seemed to push their way into the spotlight, Now well-lit. Crossing paths with others Who have done great for themselves, She thinks, I wonder how it brought them here, Their trip through hell… She needs no reminders of where she could be. A look in the mirror Is all she needs to see. Even the physical scars of the past Are evidence of Where all these moments, Called life, Have taken her; Right up to the last.

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC

emily-comer-zello

Shy Girl

Slowly destroyed. Put down. Stood up. Every day she tried To better herself. But, in the end, It was easier To shut out and hide. She tried to appear bona-fide. But where her life was going - She felt it was up to others to decide. It’s not that she always wanted to be lead. It’s that, when she really needed it, No one ever heard what she said. But when given the chance to freely express Herself with no limit, All the judgments she’s ever heard Seemed to push their way into the spotlight, Now well-lit. Crossing paths with others Who have done great for themselves, She thinks, I wonder how it brought them here, Their trip through hell… She needs no reminders of where she could be. A look in the mirror Is all she needs to see. Even the physical scars of the past Are evidence of Where all these moments, Called life, Have taken her; Right up to the last.

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Sometimes The complexity of emptiness terrifies me. Sometimes I lose the will to prove myself. Sometimes Holding on feels more comforting than moving on. Sometimes Being cradled in the arms of confidence Leaves me with legs too weak to stand, as a kind of consequence. Too many times I’ve found myself deep in a sea of gluttony Drifting with the waves of privilege, luckily. Too many times I’ve put my pride before love Setting others’ feelings aside, rather than above. But without some of these times, Life wouldn’t be worth all the climbs. No steps to take above perfection Always just walking in the same direction.

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC

emily-comer-zello

Save Changes

Sometimes The complexity of emptiness terrifies me. Sometimes I lose the will to prove myself. Sometimes Holding on feels more comforting than moving on. Sometimes Being cradled in the arms of confidence Leaves me with legs too weak to stand, as a kind of consequence. Too many times I’ve found myself deep in a sea of gluttony Drifting with the waves of privilege, luckily. Too many times I’ve put my pride before love Setting others’ feelings aside, rather than above. But without some of these times, Life wouldn’t be worth all the climbs. No steps to take above perfection Always just walking in the same direction.

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The vivid colors, Through my eyes, I see. They remind me of what’s Meant to be. If my life were lived blind of Everything, Then I suppose I’d only know of What my other senses bring. It’s a shame, The amount of complaints Each moment summons. Especially when, If I started counting my blessings Right now, I’d already be in the dozens.

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC

emily-comer-zello

Remembering Luck

The vivid colors, Through my eyes, I see. They remind me of what’s Meant to be. If my life were lived blind of Everything, Then I suppose I’d only know of What my other senses bring. It’s a shame, The amount of complaints Each moment summons. Especially when, If I started counting my blessings Right now, I’d already be in the dozens.

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I enjoy The bliss in life. The often unnoticed Abyss of life. The Touch-your-toes, Now-head-and-shoulders, Feather-in-your-hat, Swords-stuck-in-boulders Sides of life. Looking up And out at the sky, The cold wind Greets my skin and my bones. In the grass, With you, I lie… Talking about how too many people Live sheltered lives And how they try and make us clones. I put my hand on my chest, And feel My heart beat inside of me. I close my eyes, And no longer doubt, I’m where I’m supposed to be.

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC

emily-comer-zello

Alive

I enjoy The bliss in life. The often unnoticed Abyss of life. The Touch-your-toes, Now-head-and-shoulders, Feather-in-your-hat, Swords-stuck-in-boulders Sides of life. Looking up And out at the sky, The cold wind Greets my skin and my bones. In the grass, With you, I lie… Talking about how too many people Live sheltered lives And how they try and make us clones. I put my hand on my chest, And feel My heart beat inside of me. I close my eyes, And no longer doubt, I’m where I’m supposed to be.

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