idiosyncrasy - Hello Poetry

Hello! I know I haven't posted here in a while but I'm trying to get back to writing and have currently started using Instagram as the new platform. I would really appreciate it if you guys follow my account. Username and link to the post is in the notes part. Thank you so much for this wonderful community!

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May 1, 2020

May 1, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC

update

Hello! I know I haven't posted here in a while but I'm trying to get back to writing and have currently started using Instagram as the new platform. I would really appreciate it if you guys follow my account. Username and link to the post is in the notes part. Thank you so much for this wonderful community!

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summer never truly loved her she thought kicking the last soft waves of the season like they were a pile of autumn leaves closed her eyes from the sunrays imagining the oranges and pinks of sunset painted by the trees answering to the cold whispers of the wind winter they call but still, summer never truly loved her she thought but as the last soft waves crash to her feet the little bubbles like the first fall of snow she thought of the heavy footsteps of mud and the snow-covered boots on the porch the subtle smell of pine circling around the divot on the couch the bubbles from soapy dishwater waltzing in the kitchen it means you're home and though summer might not have truly loved her it never took away her metaphors to describe what love looks like and love looks like dry leaves scattered like freckles on your cheeks on the old cobblestones we walk on on Sunday mornings it's like a pair of warm socks, hot cocoa and marshmallows, and Christmas carols it's waking up right where you belong like blossoms greeting the first sunlight after months of snow and it's summer when the agony of waiting under the scorching sun learns to turn into patience love is these seasons giving way to years and patterns we will never get tired of summer might not have truly loved her but she'd hoped that one day you truly would and you did.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC

summer

summer never truly loved her she thought kicking the last soft waves of the season like they were a pile of autumn leaves closed her eyes from the sunrays imagining the oranges and pinks of sunset painted by the trees answering to the cold whispers of the wind winter they call but still, summer never truly loved her she thought but as the last soft waves crash to her feet the little bubbles like the first fall of snow she thought of the heavy footsteps of mud and the snow-covered boots on the porch the subtle smell of pine circling around the divot on the couch the bubbles from soapy dishwater waltzing in the kitchen it means you're home and though summer might not have truly loved her it never took away her metaphors to describe what love looks like and love looks like dry leaves scattered like freckles on your cheeks on the old cobblestones we walk on on Sunday mornings it's like a pair of warm socks, hot cocoa and marshmallows, and Christmas carols it's waking up right where you belong like blossoms greeting the first sunlight after months of snow and it's summer when the agony of waiting under the scorching sun learns to turn into patience love is these seasons giving way to years and patterns we will never get tired of summer might not have truly loved her but she'd hoped that one day you truly would and you did.

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Loving again feels like revising a piece. There's always that inkling feeling that maybe the first one was the right one.

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC

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Loving again feels like revising a piece. There's always that inkling feeling that maybe the first one was the right one.

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Tonight We wrapped ourselves in the heaviest sheets we could find I think the universe decided this would be the longest night of December I reached for the hot mug of chocolate on the table to warm my hands But you were quick to hold them in yours If only, if only we were that quick We could have spotted Loose hugs and cold smiles Turns of heads and many sighs The bits of signs that could have told us the house is on fire We didn't We weren't I pulled in closer and you still laugh at the high-pitched sounds I make when I shiver I'm sorry Back then, I would have fought for this We both know we've lost all the ways to save us The night sky is now a list of the fights we lost, the fights we gave up on, the fights we were never brave enough to take Like the chance for tomorrow But tomorrow, you will find someone else Like how you look for a new game when the plot becomes too familiar I will be looking back at you Looking at another A glance reminding me of when you first met her I guess all the fights we lost were all the fights I fought alone You always find someone else tomorrow Who maybe won't kiss your shoulders when you're nervous or afraid Maybe you won't be pointing out each other's grammar and math mistakes But I know you'll hold her tighter And sing to her all the words I've been waiting for And I hope this time it's right I hope her smile will be all the sunlight you need when life feels like all the monsters came out of the sea And you, you'll be her meteor shower of random kisses and funny faces She never thought she needed But tomorrow, if you're not ready If you hear my voice echo when the wolf cries to the moon Or if you feel my touch from the cold breeze passing through the only windows left open Remember we have loved with all that we are Even with the pieces we still don't know where to place I have loved you with a magnitude greater than that of gravity but I won't pull you back anymore So you could first pick up the shards of glass on our squeaky floor I will leave the first-aid kit in the same space Watch the hands of the clock until it points to Okay. Ready. You will have to unlock the door alone and realize that this is Tomorrow, when we'll be strolling in different sidewalks, different cities Will we ever find ourselves retracing the way back and looking for the blankets from this December night? Will we still have the courage to cross the bridge and take the fight? I have no answers tonight So tell me again about your meetings with the sky like when you spoke my name the first time I will listen again while thinking of how my search for a reason to stay stopped when I looked into your eyes Maybe all is just a fantasy All we know about you and me And the reasons that we need Are the ones we never keep Darling, I am out of lullabies Before tomorrow becomes goodbye Tuck me in and say goodnight This time This Time.

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC

December night

Tonight We wrapped ourselves in the heaviest sheets we could find I think the universe decided this would be the longest night of December I reached for the hot mug of chocolate on the table to warm my hands But you were quick to hold them in yours If only, if only we were that quick We could have spotted Loose hugs and cold smiles Turns of heads and many sighs The bits of signs that could have told us the house is on fire We didn't We weren't I pulled in closer and you still laugh at the high-pitched sounds I make when I shiver I'm sorry Back then, I would have fought for this We both know we've lost all the ways to save us The night sky is now a list of the fights we lost, the fights we gave up on, the fights we were never brave enough to take Like the chance for tomorrow But tomorrow, you will find someone else Like how you look for a new game when the plot becomes too familiar I will be looking back at you Looking at another A glance reminding me of when you first met her I guess all the fights we lost were all the fights I fought alone You always find someone else tomorrow Who maybe won't kiss your shoulders when you're nervous or afraid Maybe you won't be pointing out each other's grammar and math mistakes But I know you'll hold her tighter And sing to her all the words I've been waiting for And I hope this time it's right I hope her smile will be all the sunlight you need when life feels like all the monsters came out of the sea And you, you'll be her meteor shower of random kisses and funny faces She never thought she needed But tomorrow, if you're not ready If you hear my voice echo when the wolf cries to the moon Or if you feel my touch from the cold breeze passing through the only windows left open Remember we have loved with all that we are Even with the pieces we still don't know where to place I have loved you with a magnitude greater than that of gravity but I won't pull you back anymore So you could first pick up the shards of glass on our squeaky floor I will leave the first-aid kit in the same space Watch the hands of the clock until it points to Okay. Ready. You will have to unlock the door alone and realize that this is Tomorrow, when we'll be strolling in different sidewalks, different cities Will we ever find ourselves retracing the way back and looking for the blankets from this December night? Will we still have the courage to cross the bridge and take the fight? I have no answers tonight So tell me again about your meetings with the sky like when you spoke my name the first time I will listen again while thinking of how my search for a reason to stay stopped when I looked into your eyes Maybe all is just a fantasy All we know about you and me And the reasons that we need Are the ones we never keep Darling, I am out of lullabies Before tomorrow becomes goodbye Tuck me in and say goodnight This time This Time.

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Your eyes look like fire The kind that greets you with a hot mug of coffee in the morning The kind that makes you want to sit, share stories and roast marshmallows Your eyes look like fire The kind that this world revolves around but can never get closer to because Your eyes look like fire The kind that starts with a flicker and creeps into forests and houses on a windy night Your eyes look like fire Not the kind that coughs out its last embers but the kind that lets out one final explosion before it turns into dark coal and ashes Your eyes looked like fire.

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC

Fire

Your eyes look like fire The kind that greets you with a hot mug of coffee in the morning The kind that makes you want to sit, share stories and roast marshmallows Your eyes look like fire The kind that this world revolves around but can never get closer to because Your eyes look like fire The kind that starts with a flicker and creeps into forests and houses on a windy night Your eyes look like fire Not the kind that coughs out its last embers but the kind that lets out one final explosion before it turns into dark coal and ashes Your eyes looked like fire.

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Call me when it's dark I will bring a candlelight Keep me in within your reach Keep me in you sight Call me when it's dark Let's keep this candle burning bright Sing to me your songs We will make it through the night Call me when it's dark Bathe in the life of this dying light Don't hold your tears We have losses even when we fight Call me when it's dark When things aren't going right We will blow the candle I will hold you tight Keep you in my arms Even after the losses and the fights Tell you that this world full of chaos Wakes up to see your light.

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC

candlelight

Call me when it's dark I will bring a candlelight Keep me in within your reach Keep me in you sight Call me when it's dark Let's keep this candle burning bright Sing to me your songs We will make it through the night Call me when it's dark Bathe in the life of this dying light Don't hold your tears We have losses even when we fight Call me when it's dark When things aren't going right We will blow the candle I will hold you tight Keep you in my arms Even after the losses and the fights Tell you that this world full of chaos Wakes up to see your light.

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They say it takes 21 days to make a habit One, I found myself retracing the paths of how we used to go home on new streets and different sidewalks- left, cross, go right, forward, then left. Two, I went to the mall to buy fleece blankets. Three, the jeepney ride took six times longer than usual. Four, the x-ray results show scoliosis, not fatal. Five, my ukulele lost its cold sound. Six, my dictionary shows two meanings for the word town. Seven, I sang my readings to the tune of Earth, Wind and Fire's September. Eight, "I fall for always and forever." Nine, we had plans for breakfast. Ten, we lost ourselves in the cast. Eleven, I lost it when you said goodbye too quickly. Twelve, there is a difference between truth and honesty. Thirteen, you always started conversations Fourteen, when did we start regretting decisions? Fifteen, was it when you've forgotten my voice? Sixteen, I tried to keep the little boy away from the noise. Seventeen, I told him a story about Mars that night. Eighteen, you said if you could **** the moon, you just might. Nineteen, I held the hand of the little boy for a long time. Twenty, I ended my goodbye with his favorite rhyme. Twenty-one, my first watch was never a time travel device. But they say it takes 21 days to break a habit So on day one, I will wipe the mascara off the lashes of my eyes...

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC

21 days

They say it takes 21 days to make a habit One, I found myself retracing the paths of how we used to go home on new streets and different sidewalks- left, cross, go right, forward, then left. Two, I went to the mall to buy fleece blankets. Three, the jeepney ride took six times longer than usual. Four, the x-ray results show scoliosis, not fatal. Five, my ukulele lost its cold sound. Six, my dictionary shows two meanings for the word town. Seven, I sang my readings to the tune of Earth, Wind and Fire's September. Eight, "I fall for always and forever." Nine, we had plans for breakfast. Ten, we lost ourselves in the cast. Eleven, I lost it when you said goodbye too quickly. Twelve, there is a difference between truth and honesty. Thirteen, you always started conversations Fourteen, when did we start regretting decisions? Fifteen, was it when you've forgotten my voice? Sixteen, I tried to keep the little boy away from the noise. Seventeen, I told him a story about Mars that night. Eighteen, you said if you could **** the moon, you just might. Nineteen, I held the hand of the little boy for a long time. Twenty, I ended my goodbye with his favorite rhyme. Twenty-one, my first watch was never a time travel device. But they say it takes 21 days to break a habit So on day one, I will wipe the mascara off the lashes of my eyes...

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I went straight home speeding and brought another blanket in But you said the pain is enough to warm your skin. I said the sun found another reason to leave at dusk And the moon asks for praise for saving us. Maybe they should have let the stars shine brighter in the day So the city lights, come dark, could lead the way. Across cities, you have listened to my lullabies Should I sing to you one more time or would you be the one to say goodnight? Tuck me in and say goodbye This time This time.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC

of cities and lullabies

I went straight home speeding and brought another blanket in But you said the pain is enough to warm your skin. I said the sun found another reason to leave at dusk And the moon asks for praise for saving us. Maybe they should have let the stars shine brighter in the day So the city lights, come dark, could lead the way. Across cities, you have listened to my lullabies Should I sing to you one more time or would you be the one to say goodnight? Tuck me in and say goodbye This time This time.

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six seventeen morning I've exhausted all the options just for this to stay. split second high noon The eyes are the first to lose their way. sorry sighs dusk The heart then loses its place in the dance. six seventeen mourning How does it feel like to never give something a chance?

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC

6:17

six seventeen morning I've exhausted all the options just for this to stay. split second high noon The eyes are the first to lose their way. sorry sighs dusk The heart then loses its place in the dance. six seventeen mourning How does it feel like to never give something a chance?

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Reynaly Shen is Strong. Sophisticated. Independent. Eccentric. But always trying to be the person you can count on to love you Like how she loves the way we create to comprehend the unfathomable and hold together the unbounded She keeps a lot of words to herself like a shell hiding its pearl but understands someone has to take them anyway Because she has doubted herself and compared herself to everyone you have loved before But she is never one to state standards, and values you for who you are They have told her she is at both ends of the spectrum, trying so hard to be in between And she has told herself it’s okay, she’s okay The jinny-joes and coins will one day be enough to travel the entire scale She will be calling numbers with words and reading between the sounds of hellos And she’ll be Shen. How she has always been. Shen.

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC

she

Reynaly Shen is Strong. Sophisticated. Independent. Eccentric. But always trying to be the person you can count on to love you Like how she loves the way we create to comprehend the unfathomable and hold together the unbounded She keeps a lot of words to herself like a shell hiding its pearl but understands someone has to take them anyway Because she has doubted herself and compared herself to everyone you have loved before But she is never one to state standards, and values you for who you are They have told her she is at both ends of the spectrum, trying so hard to be in between And she has told herself it’s okay, she’s okay The jinny-joes and coins will one day be enough to travel the entire scale She will be calling numbers with words and reading between the sounds of hellos And she’ll be Shen. How she has always been. Shen.

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