joanie-poston - Hello Poetry

I've tried so hard to escape reality Music, running, sleeping I fear the tears and anger night brings to me I can't breathe, I can't turn it off I'm trapped, I'm yelling, but no one is listening I'm drowning, I'm alone, no one is there It's pulling me deeper and deeper I try to swim to the surface, but its got ahold of me. Won't let go.

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May 7, 2013

May 7, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC

joanie-poston

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I've tried so hard to escape reality Music, running, sleeping I fear the tears and anger night brings to me I can't breathe, I can't turn it off I'm trapped, I'm yelling, but no one is listening I'm drowning, I'm alone, no one is there It's pulling me deeper and deeper I try to swim to the surface, but its got ahold of me. Won't let go.

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I try hard to see through the fog But this storm is getting bigger And bigger and bigger It's ******* me in Deeper and Deeper I can feel the mud It's burying me With one last hope I reach my arm out Hope to be free The storm It takes me in For the Win

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC

joanie-poston

It Wins

I try hard to see through the fog But this storm is getting bigger And bigger and bigger It's ******* me in Deeper and Deeper I can feel the mud It's burying me With one last hope I reach my arm out Hope to be free The storm It takes me in For the Win

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I don't wanna write about roses red violets blue I want to write about something unique something new, just like everyone else, so they say. Everyone wants to be different. There's over 7 billion people in this world. Were all merely clones. Even with this over- populated planet we live in, it's just so funny to me how one person can feel so alone. Standing in a crowd, listening to them all laugh and carry on watch as life goes on. I don't want to be part of a show, I don't want fame, but I'll completely take the blame. I would like to live my life like the sun. Gleaming by day and resting by night, but always there, safe and sound to come back the next day and light up the world again. Maybe that's all that we need in life, some music, love, and sunshine, and everyone will be just fine. Maybe this persistent loneliness I try to chase away, asking why, then maybe I won't be so shy and take a bow and blow all this a kiss goodbye.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC

joanie-poston

No show to see here

I don't wanna write about roses red violets blue I want to write about something unique something new, just like everyone else, so they say. Everyone wants to be different. There's over 7 billion people in this world. Were all merely clones. Even with this over- populated planet we live in, it's just so funny to me how one person can feel so alone. Standing in a crowd, listening to them all laugh and carry on watch as life goes on. I don't want to be part of a show, I don't want fame, but I'll completely take the blame. I would like to live my life like the sun. Gleaming by day and resting by night, but always there, safe and sound to come back the next day and light up the world again. Maybe that's all that we need in life, some music, love, and sunshine, and everyone will be just fine. Maybe this persistent loneliness I try to chase away, asking why, then maybe I won't be so shy and take a bow and blow all this a kiss goodbye.

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You handed me a paint brush Told me to paint you a picture an hour later you came back you asked "where's the color, the magic the creativity." I said "art is whats in your heart and mind. I've been searching and searching but that picture you want of roses, sky's, beauty and majesty, its become really complicated to find. You then gave me pen and notebook. Told me write you a story. I told you a tale of a knife, and a death. You then asked, "why is this tale so ****** scary and gory." I erased it all and tried again. I wrote a love story. Quite the opposite of Romeo and Juliet.I wrote the first chapter, and everything there after led to a happily ever after. Then you gave me a guitar, and told me to play you a song. I played a song about a lonely heart and a girl who was falling apart. You told me, "NO NO your going about this all wrong!!." So sure enough I started playing the ultimate love song. Surely I'll just play along. But truth be told, the outlet was unplugged, the ink ran dry and I spilled the paint on the floor. Everything I painted, wrote and sang for you, was only from a girl that I once upon a time knew. But she has seemed to cut the ties that bind her together. Sprinkled the ashes, till they blew away like a feather. She watched in silence, from a distance. The wind kept blowing, the days passing, and thought well maybe of these passing days, everything is better off this way.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC

joanie-poston

Where is this art you speak of?

You handed me a paint brush Told me to paint you a picture an hour later you came back you asked "where's the color, the magic the creativity." I said "art is whats in your heart and mind. I've been searching and searching but that picture you want of roses, sky's, beauty and majesty, its become really complicated to find. You then gave me pen and notebook. Told me write you a story. I told you a tale of a knife, and a death. You then asked, "why is this tale so ****** scary and gory." I erased it all and tried again. I wrote a love story. Quite the opposite of Romeo and Juliet.I wrote the first chapter, and everything there after led to a happily ever after. Then you gave me a guitar, and told me to play you a song. I played a song about a lonely heart and a girl who was falling apart. You told me, "NO NO your going about this all wrong!!." So sure enough I started playing the ultimate love song. Surely I'll just play along. But truth be told, the outlet was unplugged, the ink ran dry and I spilled the paint on the floor. Everything I painted, wrote and sang for you, was only from a girl that I once upon a time knew. But she has seemed to cut the ties that bind her together. Sprinkled the ashes, till they blew away like a feather. She watched in silence, from a distance. The wind kept blowing, the days passing, and thought well maybe of these passing days, everything is better off this way.

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I'm searching the dictionary Trying to find some kind of definition Some kind of meaning Turning pages frantically, searching The answer must be there I just has to be For I am blinded I can not see The precious world that is presented to me This is so unreal That I can not feel Is this an illusion? All this confusion Please I beg someone take my hand Show me the way Because I have no idea which way to go Which page to look on I'm just ready to hang up these shoes I'm simply done looking for the clues

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC

joanie-poston

Whats the Dictionary Definition?

I'm searching the dictionary Trying to find some kind of definition Some kind of meaning Turning pages frantically, searching The answer must be there I just has to be For I am blinded I can not see The precious world that is presented to me This is so unreal That I can not feel Is this an illusion? All this confusion Please I beg someone take my hand Show me the way Because I have no idea which way to go Which page to look on I'm just ready to hang up these shoes I'm simply done looking for the clues

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I have lost sight of the things in front of me My pen has stopped working I can not write what I see I can not write of what I hear I have lost all love of all that was dear and near I can't understand The workings at hand I'm so far gone Is there any amount of reaching That could pull me back I want to see colors again!! To be bright to be bold!! I don't want to be cold This is so wrong here I don't want to put my future on hold Bring back the memories of childhood love and laughter Bring back the happiness of a world once known I want my heart to tingle I want to be able to mingle To have meaning To be beaming I don't want to hide I don't want to just go along for the ride I want to feel pride If only I could put these useless feelings aside Rest assured I don't want to die But that's how I feel inside

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC

joanie-poston

Useless Feelings

I have lost sight of the things in front of me My pen has stopped working I can not write what I see I can not write of what I hear I have lost all love of all that was dear and near I can't understand The workings at hand I'm so far gone Is there any amount of reaching That could pull me back I want to see colors again!! To be bright to be bold!! I don't want to be cold This is so wrong here I don't want to put my future on hold Bring back the memories of childhood love and laughter Bring back the happiness of a world once known I want my heart to tingle I want to be able to mingle To have meaning To be beaming I don't want to hide I don't want to just go along for the ride I want to feel pride If only I could put these useless feelings aside Rest assured I don't want to die But that's how I feel inside

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Where am I? I'm falling falling Who am I? I'm stalling stalling What happened? I'm drowning drowning Someone took a knife to me Cut me into pieces Took out my beating heart Fed it to the dogs Nothing That's what I am Nowhere That's where I am I died That's what happened

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC

joanie-poston

I'm Not Here

Where am I? I'm falling falling Who am I? I'm stalling stalling What happened? I'm drowning drowning Someone took a knife to me Cut me into pieces Took out my beating heart Fed it to the dogs Nothing That's what I am Nowhere That's where I am I died That's what happened

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It hits me so hard Like someone hit me with a bat Right in the pit of the stomach This feeling inside is so hard to see, Like a stranger in the dark park. I feel like I need to just be left alone or just flee but the other me wants someone to care. Its like the real me checked out I don't know what this replacement of me is all about. Shes new She doesn't know whats going on. Shes got all wrong. I'm frightened, scared to death. This is all so foreign. The rain is a pour in. My head hurts. It's all goin away. Only to come back some other way on another day

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Feb 25, 2013

Feb 25, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC

joanie-poston

This is all Foreign

It hits me so hard Like someone hit me with a bat Right in the pit of the stomach This feeling inside is so hard to see, Like a stranger in the dark park. I feel like I need to just be left alone or just flee but the other me wants someone to care. Its like the real me checked out I don't know what this replacement of me is all about. Shes new She doesn't know whats going on. Shes got all wrong. I'm frightened, scared to death. This is all so foreign. The rain is a pour in. My head hurts. It's all goin away. Only to come back some other way on another day

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Thoughts, that's all I have That's all I am They move through my brain like a car on a freeway Sometimes I just want to set up a construction sign Block out the traffic. My mind jumps like a grasshopper from one subject to the next. My thoughts are scattered like lake effect snow falling from the sky. Why do I Keep writing them down? It's not like the thoughts are attached and make for a beautiful thoughtful poem. I keep trying to convey my thoughts into something brought together with beautiful imagery or with deeper meaning. That's what consumes me. I must perfect my poetry. Make something out of nothing. Attention is not what I seek I just want you to take a peek. This is who I am. Making a masterpiece with words is what I feel I need to succeed . Making something worthwhile and not fade away like another boring meaningless day. Catching dust like some old textbook no one cares about anymore. Here I am breaking the dam and here now the thoughts they are flooding, flooding drowning me. Drowning deep deep down within the blue sea? Like that hasn't been done before. For obviously this creative way to put my thoughts together has become such a big chore. For if you only knew for these thoughts are so hard to ignore

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Feb 25, 2013

Feb 25, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC

joanie-poston

Just Meaningless Thoughts

Thoughts, that's all I have That's all I am They move through my brain like a car on a freeway Sometimes I just want to set up a construction sign Block out the traffic. My mind jumps like a grasshopper from one subject to the next. My thoughts are scattered like lake effect snow falling from the sky. Why do I Keep writing them down? It's not like the thoughts are attached and make for a beautiful thoughtful poem. I keep trying to convey my thoughts into something brought together with beautiful imagery or with deeper meaning. That's what consumes me. I must perfect my poetry. Make something out of nothing. Attention is not what I seek I just want you to take a peek. This is who I am. Making a masterpiece with words is what I feel I need to succeed . Making something worthwhile and not fade away like another boring meaningless day. Catching dust like some old textbook no one cares about anymore. Here I am breaking the dam and here now the thoughts they are flooding, flooding drowning me. Drowning deep deep down within the blue sea? Like that hasn't been done before. For obviously this creative way to put my thoughts together has become such a big chore. For if you only knew for these thoughts are so hard to ignore

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I feel so alone and helpless at times Where others see painted nails, tans, dyed hair I see people and stories. Where others see laziness and unwilling to do work It's there fault! They bring it upon themselves! I can see the sadness, and despair in the words written on the signs. The heartbreak, the hope that someone will notice and reach out to them. Where most people say "its just part of growing up, It makes them tougher, aw the other kid just has low self esteem. Just ignore it!" I see a kid being pushed, pushed around until they can't take it anymore. Where feeling so low, that not existing is their answer. Or fighting Self esteem issues, hurting themselves, never feeling good enough takes over their lives. Where Other people see another typical news story of violence guns and knives. "Let them **** each other! There stupid animals anyways! Were better off without them! They don't even try to better themselves! Its the ghetto who cares!" I see a town failing, a place that wasn't given the tools to succeed. Teach their children, and children's children. We just keep making up excuses. Instead of helping, we put the blame on them. I try to feel their pain, walk in there shoes as they say, but I can't. I want to better understand people. I want to help people not judge. I can never imagine a world so tough and hard to get ahead.For so many people just turn the other cheek and don't bat an eye Simply could care less. Its sad world were all living in. IF only, IF only my words. Were more,more than lines. Were helping hands. That could reach out and spread love.Give hope, and dreams to people hurting inside. I am pouring my heart and soul into these words. I wish that I had the artistic ability to put magic in these words. I want them to cure the world of hard ache. To become umbrellas to keep the drops from falling. To build walls for the homeless. To give strength to the child who struggles everyday to fit in. I want the words to be tools. Not just words.My words have no deep meaning, They are merely wishes. Dreams. I feel I have failed as a human because I cannot do more. We must take hour heads out of our phones, Put them in the clouds look at the sky. AND PAY ATTENTION. There is so much more to this world then *** ttyl. More than a status messages and tweets But now I just feel so beat We are in this together. We must work together. If we want this world to last forever.

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC

joanie-poston

We Are All More Than Just A Line In A Poem

I feel so alone and helpless at times Where others see painted nails, tans, dyed hair I see people and stories. Where others see laziness and unwilling to do work It's there fault! They bring it upon themselves! I can see the sadness, and despair in the words written on the signs. The heartbreak, the hope that someone will notice and reach out to them. Where most people say "its just part of growing up, It makes them tougher, aw the other kid just has low self esteem. Just ignore it!" I see a kid being pushed, pushed around until they can't take it anymore. Where feeling so low, that not existing is their answer. Or fighting Self esteem issues, hurting themselves, never feeling good enough takes over their lives. Where Other people see another typical news story of violence guns and knives. "Let them **** each other! There stupid animals anyways! Were better off without them! They don't even try to better themselves! Its the ghetto who cares!" I see a town failing, a place that wasn't given the tools to succeed. Teach their children, and children's children. We just keep making up excuses. Instead of helping, we put the blame on them. I try to feel their pain, walk in there shoes as they say, but I can't. I want to better understand people. I want to help people not judge. I can never imagine a world so tough and hard to get ahead.For so many people just turn the other cheek and don't bat an eye Simply could care less. Its sad world were all living in. IF only, IF only my words. Were more,more than lines. Were helping hands. That could reach out and spread love.Give hope, and dreams to people hurting inside. I am pouring my heart and soul into these words. I wish that I had the artistic ability to put magic in these words. I want them to cure the world of hard ache. To become umbrellas to keep the drops from falling. To build walls for the homeless. To give strength to the child who struggles everyday to fit in. I want the words to be tools. Not just words.My words have no deep meaning, They are merely wishes. Dreams. I feel I have failed as a human because I cannot do more. We must take hour heads out of our phones, Put them in the clouds look at the sky. AND PAY ATTENTION. There is so much more to this world then *** ttyl. More than a status messages and tweets But now I just feel so beat We are in this together. We must work together. If we want this world to last forever.

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