gita-devi - Hello Poetry

the wind propelled her to a new destination to a fairytale love quite rare for this wallflower she severed her roots for this newfound affinity but aimlessly wandering high above the clouds the wind settled, as the impulse abated and she fell into ~nirvana~

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC

dear 58

the wind propelled her to a new destination to a fairytale love quite rare for this wallflower she severed her roots for this newfound affinity but aimlessly wandering high above the clouds the wind settled, as the impulse abated and she fell into ~nirvana~

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The world has moved on and I am fixated on one **** detail. A blank stare that lasted maybe two seconds before he carried on with his work. The look was indescribable because the expression was void of emotion. This is incredibly ridiculous, but I am so horrifically bothered by it. That **** expression. This **** minor occurrence has somehow managed to ruin my day. But here's the thing - this is routine for me. I know myself too well. I will be incredibly self-conscious from now on in that space. So many things go past that man, but my stupid digressions didn't. I am a victim of over-analysis. I will patiently wait for the day my memory will finally let this go.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC

The Issues of An Over-Analyzer

The world has moved on and I am fixated on one **** detail. A blank stare that lasted maybe two seconds before he carried on with his work. The look was indescribable because the expression was void of emotion. This is incredibly ridiculous, but I am so horrifically bothered by it. That **** expression. This **** minor occurrence has somehow managed to ruin my day. But here's the thing - this is routine for me. I know myself too well. I will be incredibly self-conscious from now on in that space. So many things go past that man, but my stupid digressions didn't. I am a victim of over-analysis. I will patiently wait for the day my memory will finally let this go.

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Am I not meant for love? Am I an exception to this compulsion? Did I waste my chances when I had them? Could I be obsessed with an obsession?

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC

Exception To The Norm

Am I not meant for love? Am I an exception to this compulsion? Did I waste my chances when I had them? Could I be obsessed with an obsession?

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Drop the books. Walk away. Forget about this world. You will die either way.

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC

It's Time

Drop the books. Walk away. Forget about this world. You will die either way.

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Ironically situated in the Ministry of Love, these dark, barren walls have rewritten the hope in my heart into verses of wishful demise. This heart is an icebox that has become numb to any whisper of faith. These tear ducts have forgotten the sense of sadness. I welcome the warmth of shackles pinching the skin of my feeble arms. The weeks of misery have culminated into this unspeakable agony. Welcome to Room 101.

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC

"Room 101"

Ironically situated in the Ministry of Love, these dark, barren walls have rewritten the hope in my heart into verses of wishful demise. This heart is an icebox that has become numb to any whisper of faith. These tear ducts have forgotten the sense of sadness. I welcome the warmth of shackles pinching the skin of my feeble arms. The weeks of misery have culminated into this unspeakable agony. Welcome to Room 101.

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My depression translates into artsy poetry.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC

Aesthetic

My depression translates into artsy poetry.

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I am addicted to good writing.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC

Indeed

I am addicted to good writing.

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Words are worthless unless they're heard.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC

Listen

Words are worthless unless they're heard.

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It's 12:29. I'm thinking about the moon. It's one of those "Sufjan Stevens" nights. His music always manages to perfectly translate my befuddling feelings and thoughts into rhythm and beat. If I rest now I will miss out on what the night has to offer. It's 1:07 I'm lying in bed. I hear my mom on the phone with grandma. They always manage to keep the conversation fresh and perpetual despite the 8,096 mile distance. If I let my eyes close now morning and work will arrive faster. It's 2:03 I give up on homework. I open the laptop to watch Netflix. I re-watch a show I've seen a dozen times. If I escape to dreamland, this sense of knowing of what is to come will be stolen by the uncertainty of the subconscious. It's 4:32 I'm filled with sadness. I have procrastinated badly. I abruptly jump out of bed and head downstairs to brew coffee. If I go to sleep, I will regret it in the morning when I will face the consequences of my laziness and late night reasoning.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC

Late Night Timeline

It's 12:29. I'm thinking about the moon. It's one of those "Sufjan Stevens" nights. His music always manages to perfectly translate my befuddling feelings and thoughts into rhythm and beat. If I rest now I will miss out on what the night has to offer. It's 1:07 I'm lying in bed. I hear my mom on the phone with grandma. They always manage to keep the conversation fresh and perpetual despite the 8,096 mile distance. If I let my eyes close now morning and work will arrive faster. It's 2:03 I give up on homework. I open the laptop to watch Netflix. I re-watch a show I've seen a dozen times. If I escape to dreamland, this sense of knowing of what is to come will be stolen by the uncertainty of the subconscious. It's 4:32 I'm filled with sadness. I have procrastinated badly. I abruptly jump out of bed and head downstairs to brew coffee. If I go to sleep, I will regret it in the morning when I will face the consequences of my laziness and late night reasoning.

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This nebulous life is like a puzzle dissipated, When you can't comprehend what's real, fake, clear, or faded. Clueless, mystified, seeking inspiration, Meaningless alliteration, Inadequate concentration, Diligence and dedication, What I need is a vacation.

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC

Nebulous Life

This nebulous life is like a puzzle dissipated, When you can't comprehend what's real, fake, clear, or faded. Clueless, mystified, seeking inspiration, Meaningless alliteration, Inadequate concentration, Diligence and dedication, What I need is a vacation.

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