gabrielle-piacentini - Hello Poetry

I heard every word you said. Still running through my head. Your words like a needle, slowly pricking my skin. Prodding, picking finally making themselves slowly in. Staring off into the street, I knew I had to walk away. I could’nt bear stay nor listen to another word you say. Ashamed to have felt something more. My heart grew heavy and very sore. I slipped away, blankly into space. Disappointment and anger staring me in the face. I’m like a sock. A ***** one. However, twasn’t ***** at first. In fact it was brand new. Really, a very nice beautiful sock. It was comfortable too, and fit you well. You wore it so often, the fabric became thin. Eventually a tiny little hole made its way in. At first the hole wasn’t bad. Sometimes it drove you crazy and even mad. Yah know that feeling when all that sand gets in? Though irritating maybe it tickled, even made you grin. Boy! Did those socks get a lot of use, they were great. You still loved those socks. They were getting rattier and rattier every day, but you used them anyway. They were THE socks yah know? You see them, and you know you JUST want to wear them. So you wear them, you have a run, a WONDERFUL day ,in fact, in those socks. Really, you always have nice days in those socks, they were just so comfortable! You know how things get old? Well those socks got really old, I mean REALLY old. Looking at them- “Man those socks are the best, putting them on now.” You wish they would last but you just didn’t know how. Excited to start your day, you put your favorite socks on. But, **** one sock really ripped with a giant massive hole. Such a disappointment, you can’t really enjoy them anymore, they were better when you first bought them. MAN, that hole got so irritating. Not only sand came in but now pebbles and big rocks. That **** pair of socks! Not willing to throw them away cuz they were THE socks. You washed them and put them in a far off box. Still ***** worn, and torn. Maybe you will use them again one day. But, I don’t want to be your ***** socks. I walked away.

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC

Dignity and ***** Socks

I heard every word you said. Still running through my head. Your words like a needle, slowly pricking my skin. Prodding, picking finally making themselves slowly in. Staring off into the street, I knew I had to walk away. I could’nt bear stay nor listen to another word you say. Ashamed to have felt something more. My heart grew heavy and very sore. I slipped away, blankly into space. Disappointment and anger staring me in the face. I’m like a sock. A ***** one. However, twasn’t ***** at first. In fact it was brand new. Really, a very nice beautiful sock. It was comfortable too, and fit you well. You wore it so often, the fabric became thin. Eventually a tiny little hole made its way in. At first the hole wasn’t bad. Sometimes it drove you crazy and even mad. Yah know that feeling when all that sand gets in? Though irritating maybe it tickled, even made you grin. Boy! Did those socks get a lot of use, they were great. You still loved those socks. They were getting rattier and rattier every day, but you used them anyway. They were THE socks yah know? You see them, and you know you JUST want to wear them. So you wear them, you have a run, a WONDERFUL day ,in fact, in those socks. Really, you always have nice days in those socks, they were just so comfortable! You know how things get old? Well those socks got really old, I mean REALLY old. Looking at them- “Man those socks are the best, putting them on now.” You wish they would last but you just didn’t know how. Excited to start your day, you put your favorite socks on. But, **** one sock really ripped with a giant massive hole. Such a disappointment, you can’t really enjoy them anymore, they were better when you first bought them. MAN, that hole got so irritating. Not only sand came in but now pebbles and big rocks. That **** pair of socks! Not willing to throw them away cuz they were THE socks. You washed them and put them in a far off box. Still ***** worn, and torn. Maybe you will use them again one day. But, I don’t want to be your ***** socks. I walked away.

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I don’t care what you have to say. It is not like your gonna stay. I just met you. Even if, what you say is true. So what I’m pretty? You are the one I pity. I am so sick of this phrase. I feel like I am in a ******* maze. This will not get you anywhere. Just so you are aware. When I am angry with reason, I don’t want to listen to this. What am I supposed to do? Feel like I am in Bliss? No actually I am on the contrary. This just makes me feel so wary. There is more to me than a pretty face. Just relax and take some pace. Lets just chill and be cool. I don’t want to feel like I am talking to a fool. I am no longer swept off my feet. Your interesting so let’s talk, take a seat!

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC

Sweet words... I don't care.

I don’t care what you have to say. It is not like your gonna stay. I just met you. Even if, what you say is true. So what I’m pretty? You are the one I pity. I am so sick of this phrase. I feel like I am in a ******* maze. This will not get you anywhere. Just so you are aware. When I am angry with reason, I don’t want to listen to this. What am I supposed to do? Feel like I am in Bliss? No actually I am on the contrary. This just makes me feel so wary. There is more to me than a pretty face. Just relax and take some pace. Lets just chill and be cool. I don’t want to feel like I am talking to a fool. I am no longer swept off my feet. Your interesting so let’s talk, take a seat!

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Let’s forget Logic Why should I think logically? Why should I think rationally? All I do is think Why ? Why am I thinking so much? Why do things have to make sense? Maybe some things don’t need reason. Time is wasted trying to find meaning. People don’t stop to see the beauty. We don’t let ourselves feel For the fear of being crazy Future bad possibilities Lets forget logic For a day Nothing needs to be clear Nothing needs to be written in stone And live without thinking What if? Well what if you dive in And feel something never felt Forget logic Logic finds you

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May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC

Let’s forget Logic

Let’s forget Logic Why should I think logically? Why should I think rationally? All I do is think Why ? Why am I thinking so much? Why do things have to make sense? Maybe some things don’t need reason. Time is wasted trying to find meaning. People don’t stop to see the beauty. We don’t let ourselves feel For the fear of being crazy Future bad possibilities Lets forget logic For a day Nothing needs to be clear Nothing needs to be written in stone And live without thinking What if? Well what if you dive in And feel something never felt Forget logic Logic finds you

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Sometimes you make me so mad. Because you treat me really bad. I really dont know how to act. If only I could speak with more tact. Thinking, blood pressure rising. I feel like I could explode. My feelings now have over-flowed. I can't keep calm. I want to cry in my palm. It really is not fair. To just act this way and not care. Why are you so narcissitic? You have no reason, no logistic. You do not own me. You made it clear, expect nothing. Why do you act if were apart of something? I have grown numb I feel like I don't know who I am. I have built up an emotional dam. Devoid of love or care. That is not the person I want to be. I want to connect, not feel like I have to flee. So I act like I don't care. Feelings have become none nothing to share. Never in my life have a I felt afraid to feel. Seeing you talking, boring round and round like a wheel. You have no right! No right to make a fight. Your hold me at a double standard! All my feelings completely unanswered. Because I know I can't have none. So your not allowed either! Not a single one!

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC

displacement

Sometimes you make me so mad. Because you treat me really bad. I really dont know how to act. If only I could speak with more tact. Thinking, blood pressure rising. I feel like I could explode. My feelings now have over-flowed. I can't keep calm. I want to cry in my palm. It really is not fair. To just act this way and not care. Why are you so narcissitic? You have no reason, no logistic. You do not own me. You made it clear, expect nothing. Why do you act if were apart of something? I have grown numb I feel like I don't know who I am. I have built up an emotional dam. Devoid of love or care. That is not the person I want to be. I want to connect, not feel like I have to flee. So I act like I don't care. Feelings have become none nothing to share. Never in my life have a I felt afraid to feel. Seeing you talking, boring round and round like a wheel. You have no right! No right to make a fight. Your hold me at a double standard! All my feelings completely unanswered. Because I know I can't have none. So your not allowed either! Not a single one!

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It was not love at first sight. I was not immediately grasped. Intimicy only breifly binding. We are like animals can't get enough. Nature is silenced I see you, for the first time. Intimacy is oh so blinding. We are like animals, nothing more. My feelings have no sound. Expectations I know can not be found. My feelings shut. But all they want are to climb. To reach you and find you. Wanting to feel something, buT no nothing, nothing at all. My feelings like vines. Only brush the surface, but they want to tug at you. They want to take ahold. Just to feel something, something at all. I want to wrap around tight. You have vines too. They are starting to intertwine, but its getting tight to tight to breath I can't make a sound, I am silenced My affection starving to run unbound.

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC

No words to say to you

It was not love at first sight. I was not immediately grasped. Intimicy only breifly binding. We are like animals can't get enough. Nature is silenced I see you, for the first time. Intimacy is oh so blinding. We are like animals, nothing more. My feelings have no sound. Expectations I know can not be found. My feelings shut. But all they want are to climb. To reach you and find you. Wanting to feel something, buT no nothing, nothing at all. My feelings like vines. Only brush the surface, but they want to tug at you. They want to take ahold. Just to feel something, something at all. I want to wrap around tight. You have vines too. They are starting to intertwine, but its getting tight to tight to breath I can't make a sound, I am silenced My affection starving to run unbound.

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We are all guilty When I say something I want to be heard A one word response or a murmur May as well be silence I feel ignored Eye contact is no more Your words are flowing I respond but what am I saying? A conversation is never between two There is always someone else with us in our hand We are not in the moment Because we are also in another land But it is no land at all. No ground to stand on. No living thing to see. Only words that come across the screen.

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC

Conversation?

We are all guilty When I say something I want to be heard A one word response or a murmur May as well be silence I feel ignored Eye contact is no more Your words are flowing I respond but what am I saying? A conversation is never between two There is always someone else with us in our hand We are not in the moment Because we are also in another land But it is no land at all. No ground to stand on. No living thing to see. Only words that come across the screen.

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Are people happy? Are they content? I see so many blank faces Faces of disinterest They are neither happy Neither sad Feelings are none A blank canvas if you will They dont feel anything Nothing at all Is life something that is lived Nothing more than this? Aspirations are not in the cards The wheels keep turning The direction unknown Endings are endings Begginings are beginnings This is life Mindlessness and transfixed Life goes on What is to be Is to be Regret is none Future is approaching

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC

Complacency

Are people happy? Are they content? I see so many blank faces Faces of disinterest They are neither happy Neither sad Feelings are none A blank canvas if you will They dont feel anything Nothing at all Is life something that is lived Nothing more than this? Aspirations are not in the cards The wheels keep turning The direction unknown Endings are endings Begginings are beginnings This is life Mindlessness and transfixed Life goes on What is to be Is to be Regret is none Future is approaching

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I'm sitting here waiting, with nothing to do. Apparently someone is coming I don't even know who. I'm growing impatient, and getting bored. What am I doing here? The whole city I could have toured! This lady is so rude to make me sit here and wait. I have a good attitude but now its getting really late! My face is turning sour, more sour by the hour. Waiting, waiting seconds to minutes pass. I hear someone, is that her alas? Nope, it was just a noise in this silent, silent space. I'm really beginning to hate this place. I think it is my time to go. This is the end of my flow!

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC

Waiting

I'm sitting here waiting, with nothing to do. Apparently someone is coming I don't even know who. I'm growing impatient, and getting bored. What am I doing here? The whole city I could have toured! This lady is so rude to make me sit here and wait. I have a good attitude but now its getting really late! My face is turning sour, more sour by the hour. Waiting, waiting seconds to minutes pass. I hear someone, is that her alas? Nope, it was just a noise in this silent, silent space. I'm really beginning to hate this place. I think it is my time to go. This is the end of my flow!

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