ingrid-2 - Hello Poetry

can you miss a place you've never seen? is it possible to have walked a street i've only seen in pictures? every night, i dream of this. i wish i was there. today, i made up my mind. i wanna fly to the place where the lights twinkle until the sun rises low above the horizon. i long for that hot urban scent. river and cement. through hell and high water, i'll make my pipe dreams come true. see you soon, love. don't wait up for me. just know i will be there even if the stars don't align. i will move them for me.

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May 27, 2020

May 27, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC

new york

can you miss a place you've never seen? is it possible to have walked a street i've only seen in pictures? every night, i dream of this. i wish i was there. today, i made up my mind. i wanna fly to the place where the lights twinkle until the sun rises low above the horizon. i long for that hot urban scent. river and cement. through hell and high water, i'll make my pipe dreams come true. see you soon, love. don't wait up for me. just know i will be there even if the stars don't align. i will move them for me.

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i hope one day you learn to look into the corners and see that the webs were not cobwebs brought about by the lengthy days we had. they are strings painstakingly spun through the tough yet beautiful years that we have, all of those keeping me tethered to you. i hope you learn to read between the letters and the lines, that each one was made as a puzzle for you. i hope that one day you will learn that i cared about you as much as you cared about me. now that it's all over, i hope that you learn that my love does not lie in the open. you know how secretive i am. i would not leave the thing i value the most out in the open, just for people to try and take it from me. no, this is why you thought i never cared. i hope you bothered looking under your pillow or in the books i lent to you. it is in the ruffled sheets of our nights and mornings together. i slipped my smile for you in every single one of the pages i dog-eared for you. i hope you found it at 2 am, in the mornings with me. it was in my sleepy kisses and the way i huddled close against you. i hope you felt it in the way i ran back to you, every single time, when my rain poured only for you. i hope you hear it in all of my playlists about you that i never told you about. i hope you heard it in my giggling to the silliest things you said, and i hope you unraveled it in the way every single night i hugged you good-bye. i hope you felt it in our goofy dancing under the stars, eighteen kilometers apart. not far, but not close enough. i hope you realized it was in my tears, till the very last time i tried to fight for us. i hope you felt it in the way i gripped your hand as we walked a moon-lit street, and i hope you remember it in the way i asked for your embrace for the last time. to be perfectly candid, i was so nervous that night, but the way you held me, as it always did, calmed me down. i will always remember how you smelled that night, like sunshine, and you walked like it too. you brought me home that day, and i asked you one last time if you still loved me. i hope you heard it in my silence, anxious yet relieved, when only nothingness filled the car on the way to my front porch. i wondered why the silence was deafening even when there were no words uttered, even though my world was crumbling down under the tires of your car.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

read it again, dear

i hope one day you learn to look into the corners and see that the webs were not cobwebs brought about by the lengthy days we had. they are strings painstakingly spun through the tough yet beautiful years that we have, all of those keeping me tethered to you. i hope you learn to read between the letters and the lines, that each one was made as a puzzle for you. i hope that one day you will learn that i cared about you as much as you cared about me. now that it's all over, i hope that you learn that my love does not lie in the open. you know how secretive i am. i would not leave the thing i value the most out in the open, just for people to try and take it from me. no, this is why you thought i never cared. i hope you bothered looking under your pillow or in the books i lent to you. it is in the ruffled sheets of our nights and mornings together. i slipped my smile for you in every single one of the pages i dog-eared for you. i hope you found it at 2 am, in the mornings with me. it was in my sleepy kisses and the way i huddled close against you. i hope you felt it in the way i ran back to you, every single time, when my rain poured only for you. i hope you hear it in all of my playlists about you that i never told you about. i hope you heard it in my giggling to the silliest things you said, and i hope you unraveled it in the way every single night i hugged you good-bye. i hope you felt it in our goofy dancing under the stars, eighteen kilometers apart. not far, but not close enough. i hope you realized it was in my tears, till the very last time i tried to fight for us. i hope you felt it in the way i gripped your hand as we walked a moon-lit street, and i hope you remember it in the way i asked for your embrace for the last time. to be perfectly candid, i was so nervous that night, but the way you held me, as it always did, calmed me down. i will always remember how you smelled that night, like sunshine, and you walked like it too. you brought me home that day, and i asked you one last time if you still loved me. i hope you heard it in my silence, anxious yet relieved, when only nothingness filled the car on the way to my front porch. i wondered why the silence was deafening even when there were no words uttered, even though my world was crumbling down under the tires of your car.

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every night i wonder why it is so hard for me to forget you. i think its because there are pieces of me i only revealed to you. i bared my soul to you the most, probably more than i lead myself to believe. these are not pieces i can simple ask you to unsee, and i cannot deny that there are also pieces of you in me. however, now, i think i have learned to smash the pieces of myself small enough so it doesn't matter whether i give one to another and eventually lose it. the trouble with you is that i think i gave you pieces several sizes too big that when it was all over, i had trouble retrieving the pieces of myself that were still lodged in your flesh, the ones that crawl their way under your skin, always trying to find their way back to your warm embrace.

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC

m

every night i wonder why it is so hard for me to forget you. i think its because there are pieces of me i only revealed to you. i bared my soul to you the most, probably more than i lead myself to believe. these are not pieces i can simple ask you to unsee, and i cannot deny that there are also pieces of you in me. however, now, i think i have learned to smash the pieces of myself small enough so it doesn't matter whether i give one to another and eventually lose it. the trouble with you is that i think i gave you pieces several sizes too big that when it was all over, i had trouble retrieving the pieces of myself that were still lodged in your flesh, the ones that crawl their way under your skin, always trying to find their way back to your warm embrace.

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ikaw pa rin pala ang pinagdadasal kay bathala kapag gising na ang mga tala sa dilim ng gabi sa sulok na tahimik bawat hibik ngalan mo ang sabi hindi ko hinihiling na muling mabalik tanging nais tagumpay mo't mga ngiti kaya't ngayong gabi nakatingin sa buwang gising na nag-iisang saksi isang munting dalangin para sa minamahal pa rin

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC

mpm

ikaw pa rin pala ang pinagdadasal kay bathala kapag gising na ang mga tala sa dilim ng gabi sa sulok na tahimik bawat hibik ngalan mo ang sabi hindi ko hinihiling na muling mabalik tanging nais tagumpay mo't mga ngiti kaya't ngayong gabi nakatingin sa buwang gising na nag-iisang saksi isang munting dalangin para sa minamahal pa rin

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Leaving you was like the first time I got my glasses — I hated it. I hated it with every fiber of my being. I felt that it was stupid, and I was so ashamed to wear it. I never told anyone, and I only used it when I was all by myself. I walk around everywhere pretending my eyes were in perfect functioning condition. It got me thinking why I did not care about my eyes in the first place, so it didn't have to come to this. It didn't feel right because I was so used to trusting my own eyes that I never thought it would fail me. Most times, my glasses gave me pain because I was never used to it. I took it off, once, twice, thrice, and I guess now, more than I can count with my fingers. I tested whether or not I'd still function without it. However, taking it off that many times just caused more complications for me. Objects got even more unclear, and it got to the point where I just couldn't stand being without it anymore. I hated my glasses, but I realized I'm not the first person who got glasses. Some people do, and some people don't. Some got contacts, some got spectacles, and some have these things, and simply choose not to wear it. Eventually, I realized that I do need it. With it, I can see objects in the distance much more clearer, and I could see how far things are from the rear view mirror. Somehow, I understand why there are so many dents in the trunk of the car. I use it often now. Sometimes, I take it off, and things get blurry, and the lines get blurry, and I decide, maybe it's time I put it back on. I enjoy the momentary lapse of blur where I am in 2015 again, sitting in the warm plastic seats of a white box, waiting for the next click of the shutter, and I see your face, and I know for sure. But this momentary lapse of blur is nothing, standing next to refreshing clarity. Some days, I believe in what my glasses bring, but I still am surprised when things in the distance are never as they appear - and I think that is what I'm waiting for. I think maybe, I wait for the day, that my eyes will function as they used to, and just maybe, I could come back to the old days when I could trust what I see with my own eyes, when I don't have to wear my glasses anymore. I'm never sure if that day would come, but I'll leave it up to time, chance, and consequence: the very same things that led me to my own demise. However, until then, I'll put my glasses on, and I'll try to wear them with my head up.

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC

Leaving you was like the first time I got my glasses

Leaving you was like the first time I got my glasses — I hated it. I hated it with every fiber of my being. I felt that it was stupid, and I was so ashamed to wear it. I never told anyone, and I only used it when I was all by myself. I walk around everywhere pretending my eyes were in perfect functioning condition. It got me thinking why I did not care about my eyes in the first place, so it didn't have to come to this. It didn't feel right because I was so used to trusting my own eyes that I never thought it would fail me. Most times, my glasses gave me pain because I was never used to it. I took it off, once, twice, thrice, and I guess now, more than I can count with my fingers. I tested whether or not I'd still function without it. However, taking it off that many times just caused more complications for me. Objects got even more unclear, and it got to the point where I just couldn't stand being without it anymore. I hated my glasses, but I realized I'm not the first person who got glasses. Some people do, and some people don't. Some got contacts, some got spectacles, and some have these things, and simply choose not to wear it. Eventually, I realized that I do need it. With it, I can see objects in the distance much more clearer, and I could see how far things are from the rear view mirror. Somehow, I understand why there are so many dents in the trunk of the car. I use it often now. Sometimes, I take it off, and things get blurry, and the lines get blurry, and I decide, maybe it's time I put it back on. I enjoy the momentary lapse of blur where I am in 2015 again, sitting in the warm plastic seats of a white box, waiting for the next click of the shutter, and I see your face, and I know for sure. But this momentary lapse of blur is nothing, standing next to refreshing clarity. Some days, I believe in what my glasses bring, but I still am surprised when things in the distance are never as they appear - and I think that is what I'm waiting for. I think maybe, I wait for the day, that my eyes will function as they used to, and just maybe, I could come back to the old days when I could trust what I see with my own eyes, when I don't have to wear my glasses anymore. I'm never sure if that day would come, but I'll leave it up to time, chance, and consequence: the very same things that led me to my own demise. However, until then, I'll put my glasses on, and I'll try to wear them with my head up.

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Most days It's longing for your presence Like flowers need water Just a looming presence A cloud over my head Thoughts of you swim in my head Your eyes that light up with happiness The way my name sounds so different when you say it Your nose you think too huge But I think is beautiful either way The way I feel beside you like It's where I'm meant to be Your gorgeous smile that always, always, always Takes my breath away All of you, just all of your perfection But sometimes It's not a mere cloud looming Sometimes it's slams the memories back in my mind The little things you do Your easy gracefulness Your kindness Your happy disposition Sometimes it feels more like walking down the street And seeing car coming to slam you Till you're on your knees With no controls or no breaks to hit This is the way I miss you Painful, merciless, and unforgiving But the moment I see you once again I realize the wait was worth the pain

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC

The Way I Miss You

Most days It's longing for your presence Like flowers need water Just a looming presence A cloud over my head Thoughts of you swim in my head Your eyes that light up with happiness The way my name sounds so different when you say it Your nose you think too huge But I think is beautiful either way The way I feel beside you like It's where I'm meant to be Your gorgeous smile that always, always, always Takes my breath away All of you, just all of your perfection But sometimes It's not a mere cloud looming Sometimes it's slams the memories back in my mind The little things you do Your easy gracefulness Your kindness Your happy disposition Sometimes it feels more like walking down the street And seeing car coming to slam you Till you're on your knees With no controls or no breaks to hit This is the way I miss you Painful, merciless, and unforgiving But the moment I see you once again I realize the wait was worth the pain

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25th june i didn't know what i was up for did i know that 4 months later i'd end up in a state where sleep was my only escape you invade my every thought my every moment my every second and yet i barely even cross your mind and though i know what i am up for i am always taken by surprise by these unwanted feelings your fourth conquest and you barely know two and here i am holding my heart out to you i told you about yourself and you said "these are the kinds of love you need to avoid" and i told you otherwise but i guess no one knows one much more than himself

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC

nothingness

25th june i didn't know what i was up for did i know that 4 months later i'd end up in a state where sleep was my only escape you invade my every thought my every moment my every second and yet i barely even cross your mind and though i know what i am up for i am always taken by surprise by these unwanted feelings your fourth conquest and you barely know two and here i am holding my heart out to you i told you about yourself and you said "these are the kinds of love you need to avoid" and i told you otherwise but i guess no one knows one much more than himself

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What was there in you that made me want you to stay? The way that I'm blue But you made it okay The way that you gaze The way I forget Youre invading my space But I don't really care What was there in you that made me need you to stay? Your laughter Your warmth Your smile that disarms The way youve turned My black and white world to something in technicolor Now I can feel so much more What was there in you that made me think you would stay? The way that you care The way that you don't The way I know everything about you And then nothing at all The way I'm surprised Like were meeting for the first time And when you take my hand I know I could fly The way that im losing My grip on reality Because you're the first I've have ever learned to love fully And all this thinking has led me this way What was there in me that made me think you would stay?

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC

wishful thinking

What was there in you that made me want you to stay? The way that I'm blue But you made it okay The way that you gaze The way I forget Youre invading my space But I don't really care What was there in you that made me need you to stay? Your laughter Your warmth Your smile that disarms The way youve turned My black and white world to something in technicolor Now I can feel so much more What was there in you that made me think you would stay? The way that you care The way that you don't The way I know everything about you And then nothing at all The way I'm surprised Like were meeting for the first time And when you take my hand I know I could fly The way that im losing My grip on reality Because you're the first I've have ever learned to love fully And all this thinking has led me this way What was there in me that made me think you would stay?

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It's been 2 years since we've stopped speaking to each other like it's all that's left to do 104 weeks since I knew how I felt about you 730 days since I thought about never telling you how I felt 1051200 minutes that were spent on dwelling for what was than acting for what could have been 63072000 seconds have passed realizing nights are never long enough to make myself realize that -- yes, I am through with you because in the morning when I wake up, I'm hoping again Two years -- and a glance my way and I've figured that the only reason for the hollow in my chest is because two brave years ago, I've decided to give you my heart in the hopes of you doing the same, but what you did was take it in your hand and break it as she held your other

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC

for the boy in the past, the stranger in the present

It's been 2 years since we've stopped speaking to each other like it's all that's left to do 104 weeks since I knew how I felt about you 730 days since I thought about never telling you how I felt 1051200 minutes that were spent on dwelling for what was than acting for what could have been 63072000 seconds have passed realizing nights are never long enough to make myself realize that -- yes, I am through with you because in the morning when I wake up, I'm hoping again Two years -- and a glance my way and I've figured that the only reason for the hollow in my chest is because two brave years ago, I've decided to give you my heart in the hopes of you doing the same, but what you did was take it in your hand and break it as she held your other

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I see a different person when I walk past you, and I notice how much you've changed. You've stripped yourself of your vulnerability, and you're no longer readable unlike before. What I also notice is the way your eyes twinkle when you look at her, the way you trail after her in class, the way her name rolls off your tongue perfectly, as if you practiced it, the way you designed a special smile just for her, the way you hug her jokingly but the look on your face says you could stay that way forever the way you fool around and pretend you're just friends. But I'm also good at pretending. Looking away and pretending I didn't see that. That my heart doesn't hurt whenever you're both near, that my heart doesn't get stabbed a million times whenever i see how much you care for her, how much you love her, I'm sorry I didn't notice when you loved me, but it hurts so much, because it's so different the ways you love her and loved me and yet you still have my heart on a choke hold.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC

separate ways

I see a different person when I walk past you, and I notice how much you've changed. You've stripped yourself of your vulnerability, and you're no longer readable unlike before. What I also notice is the way your eyes twinkle when you look at her, the way you trail after her in class, the way her name rolls off your tongue perfectly, as if you practiced it, the way you designed a special smile just for her, the way you hug her jokingly but the look on your face says you could stay that way forever the way you fool around and pretend you're just friends. But I'm also good at pretending. Looking away and pretending I didn't see that. That my heart doesn't hurt whenever you're both near, that my heart doesn't get stabbed a million times whenever i see how much you care for her, how much you love her, I'm sorry I didn't notice when you loved me, but it hurts so much, because it's so different the ways you love her and loved me and yet you still have my heart on a choke hold.

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