eunoic - Hello Poetry

Face on a pedestal neck cut off from blood. Life support, I'm going in, Eyes blinded by the black. Night. Breath entering, bottled in, I'm opening up when suddenly my neck is tight again I am given no more slack.

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC

Noose

Face on a pedestal neck cut off from blood. Life support, I'm going in, Eyes blinded by the black. Night. Breath entering, bottled in, I'm opening up when suddenly my neck is tight again I am given no more slack.

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People say, "You've changed!" you are the same person. framed by your past, it has shaped you You can forget the past, but it does not forget you. Pretend things haven't happened, yea you can. Embrace that they did, you can do that too. You can let your experiences grow inside you like seeds bloom into flowers

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC

Untitled

People say, "You've changed!" you are the same person. framed by your past, it has shaped you You can forget the past, but it does not forget you. Pretend things haven't happened, yea you can. Embrace that they did, you can do that too. You can let your experiences grow inside you like seeds bloom into flowers

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Words that don't exist: 1. The state of being clueless of your own beauty. 2. A parent whose child has died. 3. The feeling of strong love at the beginning of a relationship Words that do exist: 1. Hate. 2. Divorce. 3. Suicide. 4. Love.

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC

Words that do and do not exist

Words that don't exist: 1. The state of being clueless of your own beauty. 2. A parent whose child has died. 3. The feeling of strong love at the beginning of a relationship Words that do exist: 1. Hate. 2. Divorce. 3. Suicide. 4. Love.

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alexithymia - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner sonder - the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own petrichor - the scent of rain on dry earth

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC

My Words

alexithymia - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner sonder - the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own petrichor - the scent of rain on dry earth

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Do You ever think of me? Maybe you don't but i do. You are my visions under eyelids, my windy thoughts in my mind. Why can't i get through your storm? The thinking makes it rain harder.

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC

The thinking makes it rain harder.

Do You ever think of me? Maybe you don't but i do. You are my visions under eyelids, my windy thoughts in my mind. Why can't i get through your storm? The thinking makes it rain harder.

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Changing human faces humanity in metamorphosis caterpillars crawling, blind inside their skin squirming and crawling, cocoon through needle and knife peeling skin, breaking bones, skin stretched to wings, no scars to see the maggot smiles, butterfly created.

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC

The Plastic Surgery

Changing human faces humanity in metamorphosis caterpillars crawling, blind inside their skin squirming and crawling, cocoon through needle and knife peeling skin, breaking bones, skin stretched to wings, no scars to see the maggot smiles, butterfly created.

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The night surrounds me It is my disguise, my comfort The spot i would rather be, my big secret silence that is so loud, oh my friend! You contain so many voices unheard. loud off in other-places, only some always unheard Whisperers tell secrets in your ears, you never tell endless secrets flow through you, until they hit sky. They become the stars

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Jun 21, 2013

Jun 21, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC

Secrets told - and seen

The night surrounds me It is my disguise, my comfort The spot i would rather be, my big secret silence that is so loud, oh my friend! You contain so many voices unheard. loud off in other-places, only some always unheard Whisperers tell secrets in your ears, you never tell endless secrets flow through you, until they hit sky. They become the stars

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I begin, scrambled words on a page, free forming moving pen before I think what's happening to me? The pen finds out before I can know I wrote it for him, that book of nonsense It is my life incorrectly remembered and subjectified. My life as if it could be put in a pocket, finite Life as much as it is finite, is infinite Each second stretching inward toward eternity while stretching outwards toward the end.

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Jun 21, 2013

Jun 21, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC

Bio

I begin, scrambled words on a page, free forming moving pen before I think what's happening to me? The pen finds out before I can know I wrote it for him, that book of nonsense It is my life incorrectly remembered and subjectified. My life as if it could be put in a pocket, finite Life as much as it is finite, is infinite Each second stretching inward toward eternity while stretching outwards toward the end.

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shaken, shoke slapped, choked life doesn't do you easy it never does when it wants you to wake up Please Wake Up Screaming, Begging never crying, but never broken please come back to fantasy Wake up.

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Jun 21, 2013

Jun 21, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC

Shaken

shaken, shoke slapped, choked life doesn't do you easy it never does when it wants you to wake up Please Wake Up Screaming, Begging never crying, but never broken please come back to fantasy Wake up.

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