good-vibes - Hello Poetry

Loneliness is dangerous. It's addicting. Once you see how peacefull it is, you don't want to deal with people.

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC

good-vibes

Just a few words:)

Loneliness is dangerous. It's addicting. Once you see how peacefull it is, you don't want to deal with people.

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the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because of some explicable phenomenon such as pregnancy or constipation I would not remember you or that because of sleep infrequent as a moon of greencheese that because of food nourishing as violet leaves that because of these and in a few fatal yards of grass in a few spaces of sky and treetops a future was lost yesterday as easily and irretrievably as a tennis ball at twilight

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good-vibes

Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC

Sylvia Plath

April 18

the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because of some explicable phenomenon such as pregnancy or constipation I would not remember you or that because of sleep infrequent as a moon of greencheese that because of food nourishing as violet leaves that because of these and in a few fatal yards of grass in a few spaces of sky and treetops a future was lost yesterday as easily and irretrievably as a tennis ball at twilight

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***Twisted sound in the morning light,wish i had home,sleeping in a pillow tight. But it is gone with the dusty night,sleeping voices are lost in fight. What are those burning eyes,crying of pain and full of lies?Am I loosing my faith in love?Do I start to forget you,Love?Only silence fills my soul,cuz it must. The knife was you,the holes are the dead feelings.You killed it all,I try to find anything but it just ain't givin. A new angel stole my heart,he replaced your soul...I feel his burning skin and flesh inside.. Inside they fill me every night.What is wrong,I don't know.Without a reason I stopped loving you somehow. This angel did not love me-he can only own me.His heart was so frozen..I told him I love him,but he just smiled and left the words unspoken.You,dark,mysterious shadows,felt in a dark hole. Are you there?No,you're not.You escaped from my heart.Once and for all I built the wall between our guilt,and now we sink in silence..***

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC

good-vibes

Twisted silence

***Twisted sound in the morning light,wish i had home,sleeping in a pillow tight. But it is gone with the dusty night,sleeping voices are lost in fight. What are those burning eyes,crying of pain and full of lies?Am I loosing my faith in love?Do I start to forget you,Love?Only silence fills my soul,cuz it must. The knife was you,the holes are the dead feelings.You killed it all,I try to find anything but it just ain't givin. A new angel stole my heart,he replaced your soul...I feel his burning skin and flesh inside.. Inside they fill me every night.What is wrong,I don't know.Without a reason I stopped loving you somehow. This angel did not love me-he can only own me.His heart was so frozen..I told him I love him,but he just smiled and left the words unspoken.You,dark,mysterious shadows,felt in a dark hole. Are you there?No,you're not.You escaped from my heart.Once and for all I built the wall between our guilt,and now we sink in silence..***

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*This is a poem I wrote looking out my window this same evening in autumn I think I was just feeling a little lonely.. Life, it passes by outside the cold chained window As I stare out into the light, out of my lonely dark corner My eyes burn a little, I don’t mind though, I’m used to the pain life brings me It has grown to a dull itch rather then a perching pain It has been made null and done in by the pain my heart brings me For the love of my life, the one who lied about his feelings, He, he has ripped it out of my chest, painfully and slowly Taking his time and plotting each and every single step he shall take To make me suffer more then I should I see a copal, and how cute they look together But then I look into her hims’ eyes and see, I see what I saw in my hims’ eyes I shan't worn her for tiz her own petty fault as was my own when my "incident" happened I’m not mad at him, I’m sure he couldn’t help it, it’s just one of those unfortunate inconveniences I hope it was anyway, even so I’m not mad, it was my own fault So as happy life goes on outside my cold chained window I watch and wait to see all the unsuspecting victims who will end up like me But they’re different, they think they’ll have someone to blame*

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC

good-vibes

This is a poem I wrote looking out my window

*This is a poem I wrote looking out my window this same evening in autumn I think I was just feeling a little lonely.. Life, it passes by outside the cold chained window As I stare out into the light, out of my lonely dark corner My eyes burn a little, I don’t mind though, I’m used to the pain life brings me It has grown to a dull itch rather then a perching pain It has been made null and done in by the pain my heart brings me For the love of my life, the one who lied about his feelings, He, he has ripped it out of my chest, painfully and slowly Taking his time and plotting each and every single step he shall take To make me suffer more then I should I see a copal, and how cute they look together But then I look into her hims’ eyes and see, I see what I saw in my hims’ eyes I shan't worn her for tiz her own petty fault as was my own when my "incident" happened I’m not mad at him, I’m sure he couldn’t help it, it’s just one of those unfortunate inconveniences I hope it was anyway, even so I’m not mad, it was my own fault So as happy life goes on outside my cold chained window I watch and wait to see all the unsuspecting victims who will end up like me But they’re different, they think they’ll have someone to blame*

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When you feel lost in his eyes,better stop looking at them or else you'll just be lost in the middle of nowhere,calling his name,waiting for an answer which will never exist,you'll just be standing empty,seeing only a picture of him.Like a scar for the rest of your life,hearing his voice in someone else..

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC

good-vibes

feels like running

When you feel lost in his eyes,better stop looking at them or else you'll just be lost in the middle of nowhere,calling his name,waiting for an answer which will never exist,you'll just be standing empty,seeing only a picture of him.Like a scar for the rest of your life,hearing his voice in someone else..

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