eya - Hello Poetry

fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean; Like little soldiers, one after the other, They fall just as the enemy targets them. Why am I here? Why do I tell you this? Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing? Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC

Tear/s

fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean; Like little soldiers, one after the other, They fall just as the enemy targets them. Why am I here? Why do I tell you this? Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing? Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?

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Pa/in Can’t be seen, Can’t be touched, Can’t be smelled, But it is there Constant & consistent, it grows. Powerful & persistent, it revels. is everywhere: In my heart, In my mind, In my daily life. takes over life, takes over people, demands death, demands people.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC

a/ir

Pa/in Can’t be seen, Can’t be touched, Can’t be smelled, But it is there Constant & consistent, it grows. Powerful & persistent, it revels. is everywhere: In my heart, In my mind, In my daily life. takes over life, takes over people, demands death, demands people.

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but the idea of you I love, I think

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC

It's not you

but the idea of you I love, I think

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how do you know you're not in love with the idea of love?

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC

Friend,

how do you know you're not in love with the idea of love?

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no thing ness and cat hars is

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC

033016

no thing ness and cat hars is

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Show up. Do something. Work harder. Show up. Make sense. Matter. Exist. Die.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC

demotivate

Show up. Do something. Work harder. Show up. Make sense. Matter. Exist. Die.

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I should sleep; birds almost chirping, daylight threatens about but my eyes do not droop. I should sleep; but my heart beats furiously. I have not forgotten. I should sleep; even owls have fallen, winds slowing down but my spirit remains restless. I should sleep; but my mind won't let me. I remember.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC

i should sleep

I should sleep; birds almost chirping, daylight threatens about but my eyes do not droop. I should sleep; but my heart beats furiously. I have not forgotten. I should sleep; even owls have fallen, winds slowing down but my spirit remains restless. I should sleep; but my mind won't let me. I remember.

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I feel the warm morning sun; The water envelopes my ankes - as each wave melts to the shore, I run. Towards the open, endless sea - I surrender. To her above or is it below? Her words echo in the chambers of my soul; I know that look - it reaches into me. Maybe, with her; Eventually, with her.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC

Bus 1492

I feel the warm morning sun; The water envelopes my ankes - as each wave melts to the shore, I run. Towards the open, endless sea - I surrender. To her above or is it below? Her words echo in the chambers of my soul; I know that look - it reaches into me. Maybe, with her; Eventually, with her.

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Her skin is cold, much, much colder than ice. Her cheeks frozen, unnerving. Her eyes deep, deep black with that stagnant stare. She blinks. Only for a second, she blinks. Her lips crack as she speaks - nothing comes out. Darkness enters Fear is real. I face her everyday. She stares back at me I try to look away. No escape. Never escape. Run, run as fast as you can

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC

Fear is real

Her skin is cold, much, much colder than ice. Her cheeks frozen, unnerving. Her eyes deep, deep black with that stagnant stare. She blinks. Only for a second, she blinks. Her lips crack as she speaks - nothing comes out. Darkness enters Fear is real. I face her everyday. She stares back at me I try to look away. No escape. Never escape. Run, run as fast as you can

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it is not yours, it is mine. it is not ours, it is mine. it is not about you, or your thoughts, or your fears, or your actions, or your wishes, or your mistakes. And you will not break me.

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Mar 19, 2016

Mar 19, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

this is my confessional

it is not yours, it is mine. it is not ours, it is mine. it is not about you, or your thoughts, or your fears, or your actions, or your wishes, or your mistakes. And you will not break me.

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