holic - Hello Poetry

It happened during the November rain When the earth was drowning and dark Seeing you was like breathing You pulled my face between your warm hands Kissing me so deeply Filling my lungs with your sweet fire Frost melting down my skin My body shaking; caving in You envelop around me so I wouldn’t slip back into the shadows Perfectly in place You have always belonged here I’ve never known a love so strong as your fire I believed you when you said you would never leave me again

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC

Dawn

It happened during the November rain When the earth was drowning and dark Seeing you was like breathing You pulled my face between your warm hands Kissing me so deeply Filling my lungs with your sweet fire Frost melting down my skin My body shaking; caving in You envelop around me so I wouldn’t slip back into the shadows Perfectly in place You have always belonged here I’ve never known a love so strong as your fire I believed you when you said you would never leave me again

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Writing happy poetry is tedious But I want to try I find putting happiness into words a galaxy-sized challenge My bones have grown weary of the fire and brimstone thundering through them My heart has grown desert dry of the melancholy that has consumed it I have lived a life believing tragedy taste sweeter than wholesomeness Force-feed beliefs that all around wealth comes only after a life absent of love and a full heart And I have years upon years of bitterness and rage as a result of believing in societal ideals I want a heart full of wholesomeness But happiness is more than sunshine, birds singing, and flowers blooming. Happiness is smiling and, for once, meaning it When laughter comes effortlessly My body no longer being pushed down by bricks upon bricks upon bricks It's waking up and wanting to get out of bed and wanting to start a new day Happiness is the mindfulness of not being irritated by delays or mistakes And not being brought low by the aspect of having to try again Learning to forgive yourself Happiness is being at peace with the silence between moments Time doesn’t exist where happiness lives because there is no rush to get life done Happiness is living It’s time I start living

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC

To A New Day

Writing happy poetry is tedious But I want to try I find putting happiness into words a galaxy-sized challenge My bones have grown weary of the fire and brimstone thundering through them My heart has grown desert dry of the melancholy that has consumed it I have lived a life believing tragedy taste sweeter than wholesomeness Force-feed beliefs that all around wealth comes only after a life absent of love and a full heart And I have years upon years of bitterness and rage as a result of believing in societal ideals I want a heart full of wholesomeness But happiness is more than sunshine, birds singing, and flowers blooming. Happiness is smiling and, for once, meaning it When laughter comes effortlessly My body no longer being pushed down by bricks upon bricks upon bricks It's waking up and wanting to get out of bed and wanting to start a new day Happiness is the mindfulness of not being irritated by delays or mistakes And not being brought low by the aspect of having to try again Learning to forgive yourself Happiness is being at peace with the silence between moments Time doesn’t exist where happiness lives because there is no rush to get life done Happiness is living It’s time I start living

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"Are you going to be okay?" The reflection softly asks. "No," I start to cry. "But I'll keep trying." "Good." She smiles.

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC

Two-Face

"Are you going to be okay?" The reflection softly asks. "No," I start to cry. "But I'll keep trying." "Good." She smiles.

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Blessed! Are the ugly For we are free From all expectation.

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC

The Lucky Ones

Blessed! Are the ugly For we are free From all expectation.

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Let your pain be pain. Don’t hide it under beautiful metaphors or a smile. For the love of God, don’t push it so far down that you’re walking every step on thorns. Let your pain bleed through. Holding onto the ache will not make you stronger. (Believe me, it will not.) Pain makes skeletons. It makes you bitter, angry, and numb. Gripping so tight that your knuckle turn white will not dilute the burn. It will wilt your soul. Pain does always not build character. It just hurts. Pain is a wound that festers. It will wait years upon years for it to be picked at. What do you believe will happen when it begins to bleed again? Let the pain flow. Let it slip out of your wounds and roll down your eyes. Let it pour out of your mouth till your voice is shaken to the core. You’ll thank yourself in time.

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC

Bare

Let your pain be pain. Don’t hide it under beautiful metaphors or a smile. For the love of God, don’t push it so far down that you’re walking every step on thorns. Let your pain bleed through. Holding onto the ache will not make you stronger. (Believe me, it will not.) Pain makes skeletons. It makes you bitter, angry, and numb. Gripping so tight that your knuckle turn white will not dilute the burn. It will wilt your soul. Pain does always not build character. It just hurts. Pain is a wound that festers. It will wait years upon years for it to be picked at. What do you believe will happen when it begins to bleed again? Let the pain flow. Let it slip out of your wounds and roll down your eyes. Let it pour out of your mouth till your voice is shaken to the core. You’ll thank yourself in time.

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Life is a burden we all bare But it’s up to us wheatear or not to care Once it was hard for my body and soul to dare Do I go where dreams lair? Meaningless, I believed Living in a reality which does nothing but deceive Defeat, this life would surely force me to concede. And as I looked up to a broken sky Droplets fell upon me for afar Miraculously, I began to dream The kind of place this world could be If fear wasn’t King And hate wasn’t the Queen. Into the night I screamed To a god I no longer had the faith to believe Send me to a world where mothers and fathers still love their sons and daughters A reality worth living A life worth bearing I want to dream a dream worth sharing. Life is a burden we all must bear And it’s up to us weather or not to care Do you dare go where dreams lair?

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC

Dare

Life is a burden we all bare But it’s up to us wheatear or not to care Once it was hard for my body and soul to dare Do I go where dreams lair? Meaningless, I believed Living in a reality which does nothing but deceive Defeat, this life would surely force me to concede. And as I looked up to a broken sky Droplets fell upon me for afar Miraculously, I began to dream The kind of place this world could be If fear wasn’t King And hate wasn’t the Queen. Into the night I screamed To a god I no longer had the faith to believe Send me to a world where mothers and fathers still love their sons and daughters A reality worth living A life worth bearing I want to dream a dream worth sharing. Life is a burden we all must bear And it’s up to us weather or not to care Do you dare go where dreams lair?

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I’m emotional And sensitive. There is no rational reason as to why I cry harder, Feel stronger, Tire quicker. I don’t know why I shatter into fragments from the smallest of things. It’s a maddening incontinence. I’ve learned to grow. Seeds of wisdom blossomed from once parched dirt Over the ages I crawled and bruised my way through. I have a clearer understanding of how the universe works now But I am in no way a master. There is still so much more to discover And that alone is what I believe grounds me. That simple curiosity Of what will happen next. I’m emotional And sensitive. There’s no rational reason as to why My soul pours into everything without my consent. As if it’s always desperately reaching out to grasp something. An error in being human, I suppose. I have grown to see that I wear my heart on my sleeve. It’s a fact I sometimes have difficulty accepting. A fact I often shun away Because it can be crushing to feel so much, so quickly and all at once. I wish I were better at pretending And hiding from feeling But I can’t seem to wrap my heart in clever and beautiful metaphors or allegories like some can. There are many things left to learn, I suppose. But what I have learned so far is: When a person says they do not feel They are the ones who feel the most. I know this to be true Because I say the same lies too.

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC

Steps

I’m emotional And sensitive. There is no rational reason as to why I cry harder, Feel stronger, Tire quicker. I don’t know why I shatter into fragments from the smallest of things. It’s a maddening incontinence. I’ve learned to grow. Seeds of wisdom blossomed from once parched dirt Over the ages I crawled and bruised my way through. I have a clearer understanding of how the universe works now But I am in no way a master. There is still so much more to discover And that alone is what I believe grounds me. That simple curiosity Of what will happen next. I’m emotional And sensitive. There’s no rational reason as to why My soul pours into everything without my consent. As if it’s always desperately reaching out to grasp something. An error in being human, I suppose. I have grown to see that I wear my heart on my sleeve. It’s a fact I sometimes have difficulty accepting. A fact I often shun away Because it can be crushing to feel so much, so quickly and all at once. I wish I were better at pretending And hiding from feeling But I can’t seem to wrap my heart in clever and beautiful metaphors or allegories like some can. There are many things left to learn, I suppose. But what I have learned so far is: When a person says they do not feel They are the ones who feel the most. I know this to be true Because I say the same lies too.

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There is no God here And even if there once was He was a 2-D dream at best

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May 25, 2017

May 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC

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There is no God here And even if there once was He was a 2-D dream at best

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I am fond of the shadows Thick soft blankets Protection from the tension of the light I favor walking down empty sidewalks Illuminated only by the gentle glow of street lamps It’s quiet here In a manageable eerie sense The footprints left by yesterday Are the only signs of life here During the witching hours Where the world is at its most silent and asleep Magic fills the air Creating a new reality I feel like a guardian —Or a ghost— Of the night Watching over the slumbering people of the city So they stay undisturbed in time for tomorrow’s strain I walk through the cold, empty streets Alone As a keeper of the night.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC

I am the night

I am fond of the shadows Thick soft blankets Protection from the tension of the light I favor walking down empty sidewalks Illuminated only by the gentle glow of street lamps It’s quiet here In a manageable eerie sense The footprints left by yesterday Are the only signs of life here During the witching hours Where the world is at its most silent and asleep Magic fills the air Creating a new reality I feel like a guardian —Or a ghost— Of the night Watching over the slumbering people of the city So they stay undisturbed in time for tomorrow’s strain I walk through the cold, empty streets Alone As a keeper of the night.

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I want to apologize to all the poems I never wrote down because the rawness was too much to bring into existence Some things are better left in the dark Away from others to hear Away from myself to see Yet I know theses denied truths will find their way back to me From the very depth of my unconscious What I will do with them I do not know Deny them light again, prophase But maybe—if I am strong enough by then I will brith them into life An take a breath of relief

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC

To darker things

I want to apologize to all the poems I never wrote down because the rawness was too much to bring into existence Some things are better left in the dark Away from others to hear Away from myself to see Yet I know theses denied truths will find their way back to me From the very depth of my unconscious What I will do with them I do not know Deny them light again, prophase But maybe—if I am strong enough by then I will brith them into life An take a breath of relief

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