gabb2015 - Hello Poetry

it began like any cliché film, a girl with degenerating neurons, a boy trying to stay a float in his sorrows. two worlds drunkenly collide. emotions, memories, thoughts spill over. you remember? no. your sickness robbed you of these pure moments. it took what may have been the beginning of what you've been searching for. a kiss. a touch. pleasurable asphyxiation. blurred night of raw feelings. is this what remains? an empty love. the sickness stole it. a night forgotten but emotions remembered.

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC

a night.

it began like any cliché film, a girl with degenerating neurons, a boy trying to stay a float in his sorrows. two worlds drunkenly collide. emotions, memories, thoughts spill over. you remember? no. your sickness robbed you of these pure moments. it took what may have been the beginning of what you've been searching for. a kiss. a touch. pleasurable asphyxiation. blurred night of raw feelings. is this what remains? an empty love. the sickness stole it. a night forgotten but emotions remembered.

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Here is the thing darling, no matter how many cheer, The world remains an empty place. There’s an abrupt sound of palms hitting one another, But the moment is fleeting. The lights shut off. The curtains close. Applauses end.

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Aug 5, 2019

Aug 5, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC

Three Cheers for Loneliness

Here is the thing darling, no matter how many cheer, The world remains an empty place. There’s an abrupt sound of palms hitting one another, But the moment is fleeting. The lights shut off. The curtains close. Applauses end.

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You think you know what hurt is. Perhaps a punch to the gut, banging into the corner of your table, or your hair getting stuck in the car window. I thought I knew what hurt was. Getting dumped by my high school sweetheart, learning that I won’t ever be the girl you want me to be, or losing my grandmother. Sure all these instances hurt. But time slowly helps them go away. But being hurt with harsh and cold words by the one that brought you to this planet might be the worstof all. It’s worse than the voice in your head constantly telling you that you aren’t enough. Why though? Being hurt by the person that is supposed to build you up and love you no matter what leaves much deeper scars. It’s scars that harden your heart, your feelings, makes you numb. It leaves your mind wandering, just like this entry.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC

You were supposed to help.

You think you know what hurt is. Perhaps a punch to the gut, banging into the corner of your table, or your hair getting stuck in the car window. I thought I knew what hurt was. Getting dumped by my high school sweetheart, learning that I won’t ever be the girl you want me to be, or losing my grandmother. Sure all these instances hurt. But time slowly helps them go away. But being hurt with harsh and cold words by the one that brought you to this planet might be the worstof all. It’s worse than the voice in your head constantly telling you that you aren’t enough. Why though? Being hurt by the person that is supposed to build you up and love you no matter what leaves much deeper scars. It’s scars that harden your heart, your feelings, makes you numb. It leaves your mind wandering, just like this entry.

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There’s something about the way the city lights hit each rain droplet. It’s like each drop was strategically placed in a mess of a storm

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC

Drops.

There’s something about the way the city lights hit each rain droplet. It’s like each drop was strategically placed in a mess of a storm

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people say the bed doesn't feel the same when a lover goes away. it's been said that it feels that they took a part of you. i believed these things for many years. lovers have come and gone, and my existence dwindled away. until one day when just a shadow remained, i looked up and i looked around me. i noticed trees, flowers, and animals. storms have come and destroyed these things at some point in their existence. but they came back. they grew stronger. why can't i? i can. i will.

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC

i will.

people say the bed doesn't feel the same when a lover goes away. it's been said that it feels that they took a part of you. i believed these things for many years. lovers have come and gone, and my existence dwindled away. until one day when just a shadow remained, i looked up and i looked around me. i noticed trees, flowers, and animals. storms have come and destroyed these things at some point in their existence. but they came back. they grew stronger. why can't i? i can. i will.

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i tend to not let my mind wander. somehow it always finds its way to you. the moment my mind forms the image of you, my lungs feel as they collapse. my heart tightens. the force is as tight as i held you when i told you not to go. this moment seems to be an infinity. my emotions come afloat and pour out of my eyes, with a force that no boat could ever survive. i tend to not let my mind wander. not for the sake of my sanity, just so this last flicker of life in me doesn't go out.

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Aug 17, 2017

Aug 17, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC

Don't Wander

i tend to not let my mind wander. somehow it always finds its way to you. the moment my mind forms the image of you, my lungs feel as they collapse. my heart tightens. the force is as tight as i held you when i told you not to go. this moment seems to be an infinity. my emotions come afloat and pour out of my eyes, with a force that no boat could ever survive. i tend to not let my mind wander. not for the sake of my sanity, just so this last flicker of life in me doesn't go out.

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something. is it the sparkle in your eye? was it the crinkle in your smile? maybe it was the way your lips moved when you said my name. or perhaps the soft warm touch of your petal smooth skin. something. one of those things or perhaps the sum of them brought back feelings i had thought had been buried. like spirits on a bewitched night, my feelings for you started to wake. everything and nothing in me tried to hold it back. you are something.

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Jul 19, 2017

Jul 19, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC

something.

something. is it the sparkle in your eye? was it the crinkle in your smile? maybe it was the way your lips moved when you said my name. or perhaps the soft warm touch of your petal smooth skin. something. one of those things or perhaps the sum of them brought back feelings i had thought had been buried. like spirits on a bewitched night, my feelings for you started to wake. everything and nothing in me tried to hold it back. you are something.

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Be like a sunflower. Even when the sun hides, you can still shine. The sun radiates from within.

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Jul 18, 2017

Jul 18, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC

Shine

Be like a sunflower. Even when the sun hides, you can still shine. The sun radiates from within.

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Breathe in. my lungs take in fear. my mind takes in hate. my skin feels pain. Slowly, things start to fade. my lungs expand just to deflate. my mind clears and the hate dissipates. my skin feels renewed. Breathe out.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC

Living

Breathe in. my lungs take in fear. my mind takes in hate. my skin feels pain. Slowly, things start to fade. my lungs expand just to deflate. my mind clears and the hate dissipates. my skin feels renewed. Breathe out.

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Was I blinded by happiness that I couldn't see? The fear, the doubt that was bubbling inside of you. Perhaps, my mind blocked my sight, wanting to make me happy. Oh, foolish mind. How I wish you could have let me see. The pain now left flowing through my body isn' worth the two seconds of bliss.

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Jul 4, 2017

Jul 4, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC

Blind.

Was I blinded by happiness that I couldn't see? The fear, the doubt that was bubbling inside of you. Perhaps, my mind blocked my sight, wanting to make me happy. Oh, foolish mind. How I wish you could have let me see. The pain now left flowing through my body isn' worth the two seconds of bliss.

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