instrospect - Hello Poetry

When you're clearly eating rice And right beside you is your mom Who then asks why you're not eating rice And that you should eat more. Eat more eat more eat more. Flashback to three years ago when you were at your heaviest Which to be honest wasn't even anywhere close to obese You were told to eat less. Eat less eat less eat less. It has been an endless cycle And on the hundredth time you hear this comment, You finally break. She says you're too sensitive. Oh really? What about those other 99 times that I never gave a **** reaction? You're always too affected by her comments! They were clearly just meant to encourage you to be "healthier" since you've been working hard on your project lately. You should understand what they're feeling when you react like that. You're hurting THEIR feelings when all they want is the best for you. The best for you. In the back of my mind I think, I often eat more than my friends. I trimmed down my unhealthy fat. I'm trying to gain muscle. I've been working out to stay fit not thin. I'm trying to be healthy. So how is it that I should be sensitive to your feelings when you're not sensitive to mine? When I look thin to you, I don't need to eat more eat more eat more Just to gain weight. When I look fat to you, I don't need to eat less eat less eat less Just to get thin. Because this is my body. I know how much food to eat to feel just the right amount of full. This is my body. I know it better than you. -D.D.

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Mar 6, 2017

Mar 6, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC

At the dining table

When you're clearly eating rice And right beside you is your mom Who then asks why you're not eating rice And that you should eat more. Eat more eat more eat more. Flashback to three years ago when you were at your heaviest Which to be honest wasn't even anywhere close to obese You were told to eat less. Eat less eat less eat less. It has been an endless cycle And on the hundredth time you hear this comment, You finally break. She says you're too sensitive. Oh really? What about those other 99 times that I never gave a **** reaction? You're always too affected by her comments! They were clearly just meant to encourage you to be "healthier" since you've been working hard on your project lately. You should understand what they're feeling when you react like that. You're hurting THEIR feelings when all they want is the best for you. The best for you. In the back of my mind I think, I often eat more than my friends. I trimmed down my unhealthy fat. I'm trying to gain muscle. I've been working out to stay fit not thin. I'm trying to be healthy. So how is it that I should be sensitive to your feelings when you're not sensitive to mine? When I look thin to you, I don't need to eat more eat more eat more Just to gain weight. When I look fat to you, I don't need to eat less eat less eat less Just to get thin. Because this is my body. I know how much food to eat to feel just the right amount of full. This is my body. I know it better than you. -D.D.

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You broke my heart I've been guarding it for so long I opened up to you and you broke it. When did I become so fragile? Part of me thinks it's silly Over something so petty. But I can't shake off the feeling The fact that it was a little thing. I guess it's the little things The ones I consider most thoughtful That can affect me so much I can't even put up my strong facade The one I use often So easily Who knew that So easily I could break In your hands. -D.D.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC

Love

You broke my heart I've been guarding it for so long I opened up to you and you broke it. When did I become so fragile? Part of me thinks it's silly Over something so petty. But I can't shake off the feeling The fact that it was a little thing. I guess it's the little things The ones I consider most thoughtful That can affect me so much I can't even put up my strong facade The one I use often So easily Who knew that So easily I could break In your hands. -D.D.

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I'm through loving you with my heart For it expires It expires like everything else In my body I want to love you with my soul To stand the test of time To last beyond a lifetime I want to be able to say, "I'm all yours." Without anything in this universe Contradicting my statement. I'm all yours. -D.D.

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC

Sentiments

I'm through loving you with my heart For it expires It expires like everything else In my body I want to love you with my soul To stand the test of time To last beyond a lifetime I want to be able to say, "I'm all yours." Without anything in this universe Contradicting my statement. I'm all yours. -D.D.

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A word we use When we don't understand Why or how Oh believe that It is not luck But the universe Who conspired To bring us Together. -D.D.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC

Lucky

A word we use When we don't understand Why or how Oh believe that It is not luck But the universe Who conspired To bring us Together. -D.D.

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If we were a tree I guess I might say, It's been quite a while Since we started to sprout I know we've branched out But I trace back down To see the roots have spread Staying anchored to the ground The winds may howl, Thunder may strike But try as they might They can't knock us down As we grow together Towards the sky, rooted to the earth This growth it goes to show The seeds were planted right. -D.D.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC

Growth

If we were a tree I guess I might say, It's been quite a while Since we started to sprout I know we've branched out But I trace back down To see the roots have spread Staying anchored to the ground The winds may howl, Thunder may strike But try as they might They can't knock us down As we grow together Towards the sky, rooted to the earth This growth it goes to show The seeds were planted right. -D.D.

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Forgetting is ****** The killing of memories Please don't forget the little things They mean so much to me. -D.D.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC

Remember

Forgetting is ****** The killing of memories Please don't forget the little things They mean so much to me. -D.D.

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It would be nice to have you right now beside me to fill the spaces between my fingers. But I know you are your own person and I cannot summon you any time I wish. So I’ll settle for thoughts of you and the uncertainty of when we’ll meet. And I’ll love you as the spaces between my fingers until you can fill them up again. -D.D.

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC

Space

It would be nice to have you right now beside me to fill the spaces between my fingers. But I know you are your own person and I cannot summon you any time I wish. So I’ll settle for thoughts of you and the uncertainty of when we’ll meet. And I’ll love you as the spaces between my fingers until you can fill them up again. -D.D.

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You are my moon. I know it's a metaphor and I know it's prone to misinterpretation But isn't that what's great about metaphors? You are the sky. What do you mean? It means what it means and what you think it means. *What do you think it means?* It doesn't matter what I think it means. But you wrote it, didn't you? You ought to know. That's the thing about writers. We write things and we don't know what they mean, really. For there is not one frame for each line and each picture we paint. It's about writing masterpieces that can be broken down to different pieces. Maybe even to the point that it is crushed to sand and turned to dust. Dust flies away with the wind and if poetry might turn to dust, then I will be glad. -D.D.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC

What it means

You are my moon. I know it's a metaphor and I know it's prone to misinterpretation But isn't that what's great about metaphors? You are the sky. What do you mean? It means what it means and what you think it means. *What do you think it means?* It doesn't matter what I think it means. But you wrote it, didn't you? You ought to know. That's the thing about writers. We write things and we don't know what they mean, really. For there is not one frame for each line and each picture we paint. It's about writing masterpieces that can be broken down to different pieces. Maybe even to the point that it is crushed to sand and turned to dust. Dust flies away with the wind and if poetry might turn to dust, then I will be glad. -D.D.

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There are moments. I want to scream Your name Out loud Not so everyone could Hear But so I could Loud and clear To let it surround me To remind me of Your eyes Your smile The awkward The lovely You are All these things To me You are Who you are I would drown in Your ocean Just to breathe Your air To bask in Your sunshine I would scream Your name Out loud So I might feel, Somehow You could Surround Me. -D.D.

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC

Sound waves

There are moments. I want to scream Your name Out loud Not so everyone could Hear But so I could Loud and clear To let it surround me To remind me of Your eyes Your smile The awkward The lovely You are All these things To me You are Who you are I would drown in Your ocean Just to breathe Your air To bask in Your sunshine I would scream Your name Out loud So I might feel, Somehow You could Surround Me. -D.D.

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I need you most when it's quiet When there's nothing on my mind And you. These are the instances, To have you close Within reach My fingertips feeling your warmth These are the instances I want you most Not when it's dark Not when I'm sad Or happy or angry, Not when I'm lonely Not when it's sunny, But when it's quiet. -D.D.

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC

When it's quiet

I need you most when it's quiet When there's nothing on my mind And you. These are the instances, To have you close Within reach My fingertips feeling your warmth These are the instances I want you most Not when it's dark Not when I'm sad Or happy or angry, Not when I'm lonely Not when it's sunny, But when it's quiet. -D.D.

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