jackiek - Hello Poetry

I hope you know How much I care Although I may not show it You mean more to me than air When I don't speak to you it's such a scare I hope you know How much I care I swear without you I would tear You hold my world together dear, You're my glue it's very clear You've replaced my spear with something sincere I just want you to be near I hope you know How much I care You are the answer to my prayer My love I just want to declare My emotions I want to lay bare Although I find it hard With these bars around- I always have my guard But please don't just discard me I hope you know How much I care I could stare into yours eyes where I'd be lost wondering all day Everyone else would just fade away I close my eyes when you're not there And I remember the memories we share There's always something in the air You may be unaware But you have always been there I treasure you more than the moon does the stars Everything is ours I hope you know How much I care I may be attached to you like a heart to a chest But you treat what I kept suppressed like it was blessed I just have one request I hope you know How much I care Because for you, wise guy I would even die. I hope you know How much I care.

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jackiek

Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC

CP

I hope you know

I hope you know How much I care Although I may not show it You mean more to me than air When I don't speak to you it's such a scare I hope you know How much I care I swear without you I would tear You hold my world together dear, You're my glue it's very clear You've replaced my spear with something sincere I just want you to be near I hope you know How much I care You are the answer to my prayer My love I just want to declare My emotions I want to lay bare Although I find it hard With these bars around- I always have my guard But please don't just discard me I hope you know How much I care I could stare into yours eyes where I'd be lost wondering all day Everyone else would just fade away I close my eyes when you're not there And I remember the memories we share There's always something in the air You may be unaware But you have always been there I treasure you more than the moon does the stars Everything is ours I hope you know How much I care I may be attached to you like a heart to a chest But you treat what I kept suppressed like it was blessed I just have one request I hope you know How much I care Because for you, wise guy I would even die. I hope you know How much I care.

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My favourite season is autumn When the darkness starts to surround you Like a comforting embrace across your entire existence It's like when you take a bath And the water temperature matches your body's And you can't differentiate Where the water starts And where your skin ends Like taking flight That's what autumn is to me The exterior darkness Undistinguishable To my internal void My soul leaking from every pore I exist everywhere and nowhere simultaneously

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jackiek

Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC

Arranj

Autumn

My favourite season is autumn When the darkness starts to surround you Like a comforting embrace across your entire existence It's like when you take a bath And the water temperature matches your body's And you can't differentiate Where the water starts And where your skin ends Like taking flight That's what autumn is to me The exterior darkness Undistinguishable To my internal void My soul leaking from every pore I exist everywhere and nowhere simultaneously

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Every time my heart beats, it loves you more, and that is part of why I crave to live. It doesn't matter who you turn into, If you become a stranger- harsh and cold and ordinary. I love you as I knew you. I love you as you are meant to be- alive and passionate and thoughtful, Kind beyond measure, Hot headed but so joyful. My heart beats for that girl. And no stranger with your face can ever take that from me.

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jackiek

Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC

mikaila

Masks

Every time my heart beats, it loves you more, and that is part of why I crave to live. It doesn't matter who you turn into, If you become a stranger- harsh and cold and ordinary. I love you as I knew you. I love you as you are meant to be- alive and passionate and thoughtful, Kind beyond measure, Hot headed but so joyful. My heart beats for that girl. And no stranger with your face can ever take that from me.

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I don't think I can ever make enemies were probably just gonna end up bonding over how much we hate me

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jackiek

Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC

Arranj

Untitled #3

I don't think I can ever make enemies were probably just gonna end up bonding over how much we hate me

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We are all stories. That is why sometimes I stare at strangers when they don't realize. We carry stories on our skin, in our eyes. We tell them no matter how desperately we try not to. They emerge, no matter how we disguise them, and throw off light, and god, people are beautiful. Look at them someday. In the park or the cafe or on the subway. Look at someone's eyes. There's a soul in there. There are fears and desires and shames and obsessions in there. There's art in there. And you get to live in a sea of souls. Ever think of that? You have the dubious privilege to spend your whole life next to some of the most exquisite beings ever created. You get to look at them, to touch them, sometimes, to love them, even, and speak to them. You could change them. Like adding a brush stroke to the Sistene Chapel, you could be a tiny part of the vast, perfect, incredible work of art behind someone's eyes. You get to decide whether you deface these souls you live near, or add to them. You get to write a part of the story they carry. Me, I want to tell stories. I want to tell stories for people who don't have the words, don't have the courage, don't have the means. I want to tell beautiful, complicated, messy, elaborate stories. I see these people and they're just... They're art. They deserve to BE art. They deserve to be set upon a stage and shown to the world so that their rawness can carve pathways, can start fires, can change souls by the thousands. I have no desire to be myself- I want to tell stories. Stories I see in strangers' eyes. They crave to be told. And I crave to tell them. It's true- myself, I am not vast. I am not loud. But I don't need to be. I need to tell stories. And whoever will listen to me will listen. And that's enough for me.

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jackiek

Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC

mikaila

Stories

We are all stories. That is why sometimes I stare at strangers when they don't realize. We carry stories on our skin, in our eyes. We tell them no matter how desperately we try not to. They emerge, no matter how we disguise them, and throw off light, and god, people are beautiful. Look at them someday. In the park or the cafe or on the subway. Look at someone's eyes. There's a soul in there. There are fears and desires and shames and obsessions in there. There's art in there. And you get to live in a sea of souls. Ever think of that? You have the dubious privilege to spend your whole life next to some of the most exquisite beings ever created. You get to look at them, to touch them, sometimes, to love them, even, and speak to them. You could change them. Like adding a brush stroke to the Sistene Chapel, you could be a tiny part of the vast, perfect, incredible work of art behind someone's eyes. You get to decide whether you deface these souls you live near, or add to them. You get to write a part of the story they carry. Me, I want to tell stories. I want to tell stories for people who don't have the words, don't have the courage, don't have the means. I want to tell beautiful, complicated, messy, elaborate stories. I see these people and they're just... They're art. They deserve to BE art. They deserve to be set upon a stage and shown to the world so that their rawness can carve pathways, can start fires, can change souls by the thousands. I have no desire to be myself- I want to tell stories. Stories I see in strangers' eyes. They crave to be told. And I crave to tell them. It's true- myself, I am not vast. I am not loud. But I don't need to be. I need to tell stories. And whoever will listen to me will listen. And that's enough for me.

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She skinned her knees crawling through her emotions She opened her veins on paper and let the thick blood come trickling out Her heart is made of glass and if you touch it light enough it will break into two, releasing a new beat She lost her sight in love She carved words on her chest as if without them she couldn't rest She scratched words on her throat and clawed them on her tongue like they were her new oxygen supply. She is a poem who I'm glad lived.

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jackiek

Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC

CP

Untitled

She skinned her knees crawling through her emotions She opened her veins on paper and let the thick blood come trickling out Her heart is made of glass and if you touch it light enough it will break into two, releasing a new beat She lost her sight in love She carved words on her chest as if without them she couldn't rest She scratched words on her throat and clawed them on her tongue like they were her new oxygen supply. She is a poem who I'm glad lived.

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Wake up Come on, we have a busy day Come on, you'll waste your day away, We can go faraway or to a cafe We can play or do something cliche Wake up Get up I know it's hard and the world feels like a dump Make that small jump I won't judge if you firstly trudge Once you're up, have courage Once you've gotten up things will be sunnier Life could be funnier Wake up Come on, I want to help you smile I know the world is hostile But it will be worthwhile I want to be the ketchup to your chip Come on, let's go on a trip If you get tired you can relax in my imagination You'll still have my full admiration Slowly realising this affirmation Is my own situation That would be nice, If I listened to my own advice and woke up.

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jackiek

Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC

CP

Wake up

Wake up Come on, we have a busy day Come on, you'll waste your day away, We can go faraway or to a cafe We can play or do something cliche Wake up Get up I know it's hard and the world feels like a dump Make that small jump I won't judge if you firstly trudge Once you're up, have courage Once you've gotten up things will be sunnier Life could be funnier Wake up Come on, I want to help you smile I know the world is hostile But it will be worthwhile I want to be the ketchup to your chip Come on, let's go on a trip If you get tired you can relax in my imagination You'll still have my full admiration Slowly realising this affirmation Is my own situation That would be nice, If I listened to my own advice and woke up.

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Dear friend The emptiness can be filled However friend Do not rely on others to fill it They will come with overnight bags full of warmth ,promises and friendship A promise is comfort to a fool And friend You are no fool Other will come too But not with warmth , promises and friendship They will come armed with their cold hearts , their worn out weapons splattered with the tears,hopelessness of their of other victims Their weapons will be concealed in their eyes , their movement ,their tongue They will attempt to **** the little self worth that remains deep in side you So friend do not let them in Do not allow them to unload their weapons of mass destruction upon your emptiness That friend will only bore a hole further inside you Dear friend The emptiness you feel can be filled Will be filled with guidance from the Divine Not people

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jackiek

Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC

ccm

Friend

Dear friend The emptiness can be filled However friend Do not rely on others to fill it They will come with overnight bags full of warmth ,promises and friendship A promise is comfort to a fool And friend You are no fool Other will come too But not with warmth , promises and friendship They will come armed with their cold hearts , their worn out weapons splattered with the tears,hopelessness of their of other victims Their weapons will be concealed in their eyes , their movement ,their tongue They will attempt to **** the little self worth that remains deep in side you So friend do not let them in Do not allow them to unload their weapons of mass destruction upon your emptiness That friend will only bore a hole further inside you Dear friend The emptiness you feel can be filled Will be filled with guidance from the Divine Not people

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You have been greatly misinformed, who told you you can pick and choose when to practice unconditional love?

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jackiek

Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

Arranj

Dear Amor,

You have been greatly misinformed, who told you you can pick and choose when to practice unconditional love?

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I've been breaking my bones trying to reshape them to make your eyes comfortable I've been going under cognitive reconstruction to shelter your mind I've been feeding spars flames to this piece of firewood just so I don't burn you I will no longer dilute myself just to have the right to exist While you flaunt all your raw intensity Just because you have normativity holding your hand

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jackiek

Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

Arranj

Modification

I've been breaking my bones trying to reshape them to make your eyes comfortable I've been going under cognitive reconstruction to shelter your mind I've been feeding spars flames to this piece of firewood just so I don't burn you I will no longer dilute myself just to have the right to exist While you flaunt all your raw intensity Just because you have normativity holding your hand

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