glowingruby - Hello Poetry

i wonder "do you regret?" you laugh and smile the humor there is when you ought to be empty but a grain of salt it pours into the pan dissolving dissolving dissolving

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC

pain

i wonder "do you regret?" you laugh and smile the humor there is when you ought to be empty but a grain of salt it pours into the pan dissolving dissolving dissolving

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My head feels like it's constantly on a marathon trying to get to first place, trying to make sense of what's left tangible, the tiniest bit perceivable. I like to try to murmur to my right ear the sweet nothings in which I never even believe-no matter the extent I've dug deep because everything there is in this fragile chest of mine are hundreds of wailing ghosts I have no capability of releasing. And, I hate it.

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

Tired

My head feels like it's constantly on a marathon trying to get to first place, trying to make sense of what's left tangible, the tiniest bit perceivable. I like to try to murmur to my right ear the sweet nothings in which I never even believe-no matter the extent I've dug deep because everything there is in this fragile chest of mine are hundreds of wailing ghosts I have no capability of releasing. And, I hate it.

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adhesion of water on the glass in the car it feels foreign maybe delusional is the mind to think and think constantly stare at it longingly then it will be undone as bare the body as bold the head i rub in circles try and try the melancholic hums to no avail it numbs not the left hand nor is the right hand thus the chest screams in silence round and round the wheels of the car travel the echo to an empty space there is no instance to mask the lines on the skin

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC

how do you cleanse

adhesion of water on the glass in the car it feels foreign maybe delusional is the mind to think and think constantly stare at it longingly then it will be undone as bare the body as bold the head i rub in circles try and try the melancholic hums to no avail it numbs not the left hand nor is the right hand thus the chest screams in silence round and round the wheels of the car travel the echo to an empty space there is no instance to mask the lines on the skin

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expectations and assumptions you and i we had it all why am i here? i said as i clutched onto my books indecisively struggling it is a common event that i never anticipate must have been the invisible weight that i carry on my shoulders or the sleep that I'm deprived of it is easy to speak and make a fuss but difficult to ignore the voices that echo in our heads it is all too concentrated i feel suffocated but i still keep the noose on and drag around my own being in these places it is like play pretend and i am the impostor it was them who preferred the mask confusion was the one who got lost in what it thought to be a playground i am still strangled by the noose as i continue to lose surrounding my neck for its pleasure and i stay here blankly staring at the wall of memories

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Apr 9, 2017

Apr 9, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC

hold up

expectations and assumptions you and i we had it all why am i here? i said as i clutched onto my books indecisively struggling it is a common event that i never anticipate must have been the invisible weight that i carry on my shoulders or the sleep that I'm deprived of it is easy to speak and make a fuss but difficult to ignore the voices that echo in our heads it is all too concentrated i feel suffocated but i still keep the noose on and drag around my own being in these places it is like play pretend and i am the impostor it was them who preferred the mask confusion was the one who got lost in what it thought to be a playground i am still strangled by the noose as i continue to lose surrounding my neck for its pleasure and i stay here blankly staring at the wall of memories

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faint voices caused by the exaggerating colors we remain afar rhetorically living with the past it has gone too tight we can not let go metaphorically or ironically we are walking on shards of glasses our sense of logic is fading just like our companions they promised loyalty we returned the favor consequently we receive nothing frowns and upside downs we have them predictions and probabilities they are not accurate we depend on them why is that? nothing makes sense we are all clouds surrounded by an ocean of unfinished priorities cheerful conclusions can not be guaranteed as we are after all imperfectly different hoping to hear of the victorious bell

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC

we believe

faint voices caused by the exaggerating colors we remain afar rhetorically living with the past it has gone too tight we can not let go metaphorically or ironically we are walking on shards of glasses our sense of logic is fading just like our companions they promised loyalty we returned the favor consequently we receive nothing frowns and upside downs we have them predictions and probabilities they are not accurate we depend on them why is that? nothing makes sense we are all clouds surrounded by an ocean of unfinished priorities cheerful conclusions can not be guaranteed as we are after all imperfectly different hoping to hear of the victorious bell

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everything seems so plain, dull, almost lifeless all I see are preoccupied shells not a single soul listens so I sit here with this brush in hand, ready to dash and I take off the scarf to adjust all I am is a creature walking on shards of glass, hoping to find a new path instead of the crooked bridge I’ve tried to fix

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC

take me

everything seems so plain, dull, almost lifeless all I see are preoccupied shells not a single soul listens so I sit here with this brush in hand, ready to dash and I take off the scarf to adjust all I am is a creature walking on shards of glass, hoping to find a new path instead of the crooked bridge I’ve tried to fix

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i am one to talk in my head i rule galaxies glitter glimmer shimmer carrying tonnes to spare the time i pardon the satchel of hopes like a pendulum swinging and swaying waltzing back and forth tick tock tick tock mimics the hourglass, its contemptuous spine of granules are close to burying a hole on the ground oh crystal skies you were once so blue now i face the darkened hall air filled of hunger for time and i take the final cup of orange, purple and blue.

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC

Apology

i am one to talk in my head i rule galaxies glitter glimmer shimmer carrying tonnes to spare the time i pardon the satchel of hopes like a pendulum swinging and swaying waltzing back and forth tick tock tick tock mimics the hourglass, its contemptuous spine of granules are close to burying a hole on the ground oh crystal skies you were once so blue now i face the darkened hall air filled of hunger for time and i take the final cup of orange, purple and blue.

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Take a moment to imagine what peace could bring A bountiful future, loyal companions and a dash of rainbow Perfectly structured, don't you think? Let's take this further Glance at the one sitting next to you What do you see? A grey, demented mist of acquiescence enveloped its upper body You watch that selfish shadow take over and now As you talk to the shadow Asking for a reassuring nod What do you see? An odd grin, you see The shadow is oblivious and responds to the strange smile Of a sinister clown The clown takes the shadow Placing its yellow smudged hand On the oblivious shadow Soon, you'll see The shadow is gone The clown is not grinning It has a scarf, a blue scarf Surrounding its neck Blank background and colors are whispering There is a moment of regret and fear As if the scarf was not rude enough A glimmering knife joined the party The clown held the knife tightly But, what type of scene can your eyes see? A struggling tear escapes the eye of the clown Pointless, it was He now walks to the stage along with the scarf On the stage, the shadow cried Your eyes can't help and so you wonder Indeed, the knife was no more

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC

idle clowns

Take a moment to imagine what peace could bring A bountiful future, loyal companions and a dash of rainbow Perfectly structured, don't you think? Let's take this further Glance at the one sitting next to you What do you see? A grey, demented mist of acquiescence enveloped its upper body You watch that selfish shadow take over and now As you talk to the shadow Asking for a reassuring nod What do you see? An odd grin, you see The shadow is oblivious and responds to the strange smile Of a sinister clown The clown takes the shadow Placing its yellow smudged hand On the oblivious shadow Soon, you'll see The shadow is gone The clown is not grinning It has a scarf, a blue scarf Surrounding its neck Blank background and colors are whispering There is a moment of regret and fear As if the scarf was not rude enough A glimmering knife joined the party The clown held the knife tightly But, what type of scene can your eyes see? A struggling tear escapes the eye of the clown Pointless, it was He now walks to the stage along with the scarf On the stage, the shadow cried Your eyes can't help and so you wonder Indeed, the knife was no more

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you may not be aware but i'm writing this in the dark one of those nights has turned to a habit i'm afraid afraid that i may be blind soon or perhaps i already am. it is no excuse i close my eyes attempting to dream refresh not regret the room is upside down i'm afraid of the inevitable i know i'm aware my existence it is not an epiphany a thought a concept a prolonged an elongated an infinity i will soon be dust and i'm afraid

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC

I'm afraid

you may not be aware but i'm writing this in the dark one of those nights has turned to a habit i'm afraid afraid that i may be blind soon or perhaps i already am. it is no excuse i close my eyes attempting to dream refresh not regret the room is upside down i'm afraid of the inevitable i know i'm aware my existence it is not an epiphany a thought a concept a prolonged an elongated an infinity i will soon be dust and i'm afraid

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It is a basic question humans ask each other on a daily basis. "How are you?" Never have I ever seen the truth come out of their lips. Although, how could I tell? Maybe it is the fidgety hands or just the bounce they performed. Now, I'm describing myself. Aren't I? If you ask me that question, I can hardly say "I'm fine" without having to take a deep breath and my throat would try to reach for that one glass of water, making a simple interaction a hundred times peculiar than it should be. My throat stays dry for another two years or so. It has been four years since my very first unconvincing "I'm fine" I wonder when would be the right time to confess about this. Perhaps, I don't have to. I made my mother worried once I had my "first" panic attack. I can not exactly say that was the first one but my family hasn't really done anything about the lines on my skin. Well, mom asked me about it. She pointed at it and said, "What is that?" And then, I got annoyed and threw the topic back on to the shelves, hoping she had noticed something is not right. It is not that I want my mother to feel bad. I'd never want for the woman who was blessed to have had the surgery of her cancer cells cancelled to frown. Why blessed, you ask? The thing is the first ultra sound was a gold digging snob. Blunt but true. Without the second option of a decent kind, I wouldn't be writing this. I would have never got the chance to listen to music. Hence, yes I'm fine.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC

I'm fine

It is a basic question humans ask each other on a daily basis. "How are you?" Never have I ever seen the truth come out of their lips. Although, how could I tell? Maybe it is the fidgety hands or just the bounce they performed. Now, I'm describing myself. Aren't I? If you ask me that question, I can hardly say "I'm fine" without having to take a deep breath and my throat would try to reach for that one glass of water, making a simple interaction a hundred times peculiar than it should be. My throat stays dry for another two years or so. It has been four years since my very first unconvincing "I'm fine" I wonder when would be the right time to confess about this. Perhaps, I don't have to. I made my mother worried once I had my "first" panic attack. I can not exactly say that was the first one but my family hasn't really done anything about the lines on my skin. Well, mom asked me about it. She pointed at it and said, "What is that?" And then, I got annoyed and threw the topic back on to the shelves, hoping she had noticed something is not right. It is not that I want my mother to feel bad. I'd never want for the woman who was blessed to have had the surgery of her cancer cells cancelled to frown. Why blessed, you ask? The thing is the first ultra sound was a gold digging snob. Blunt but true. Without the second option of a decent kind, I wouldn't be writing this. I would have never got the chance to listen to music. Hence, yes I'm fine.

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