john-p - Hello Poetry

i don't do poetry yet here i am writing prose thinking of summer woes i do not do poetry i find it trivial, yet it makes me feel emotions do not leave me and i only hope text to binary can bring me silence from the deafening screams of wanted dreams because i could not love in the way i want to.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC

i don't do poetry

i don't do poetry yet here i am writing prose thinking of summer woes i do not do poetry i find it trivial, yet it makes me feel emotions do not leave me and i only hope text to binary can bring me silence from the deafening screams of wanted dreams because i could not love in the way i want to.

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it's nice, that feeling of knowing when you know when you're going to end Being able to know what you can and can't accomplish. knowing who to leave behind and who has left you i hope to be forgotten before i go to not be a burden on anyone or be in the way to just slip backstage and not require an encore

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC

Expecting

it's nice, that feeling of knowing when you know when you're going to end Being able to know what you can and can't accomplish. knowing who to leave behind and who has left you i hope to be forgotten before i go to not be a burden on anyone or be in the way to just slip backstage and not require an encore

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you knew it would happen that one day, one day he would leave because you were boring, uninteresting all of these things you knew you were but he denied them, just to be nice i hate to be right but when we were on the swings i knew i wasn't wrong

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Apr 23, 2015

Apr 23, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC

old (dead) friends

you knew it would happen that one day, one day he would leave because you were boring, uninteresting all of these things you knew you were but he denied them, just to be nice i hate to be right but when we were on the swings i knew i wasn't wrong

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could i tempt you with a broken society a little dash of forgotten love or even the old friendship that you hated i know your poison because you come here every night hoping to forget yet i serve you willingly hoping you will return and you will

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC

what's your poison?

could i tempt you with a broken society a little dash of forgotten love or even the old friendship that you hated i know your poison because you come here every night hoping to forget yet i serve you willingly hoping you will return and you will

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Looking back On all the times spent with him Laughing, crying So many good times together We're still friends but so distant I'm so distant Because I always disappoint I'll always bother you and I don't want to Yet I can't help it I'll leave and you'll get bored Again And again

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC

recent nostalgia

Looking back On all the times spent with him Laughing, crying So many good times together We're still friends but so distant I'm so distant Because I always disappoint I'll always bother you and I don't want to Yet I can't help it I'll leave and you'll get bored Again And again

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i give up the sunsets are not warm the sunrise is not greeting the moon is not full the waves no longer crash the life is no longer living and the brumous future lay still unwavering

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC

give up

i give up the sunsets are not warm the sunrise is not greeting the moon is not full the waves no longer crash the life is no longer living and the brumous future lay still unwavering

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narcissists staring at the mirror in awe poets alive with words for someone who isn't there alcoholics drinking to forget who has left lovers asleep in arms loners who are in love but not loved in return the moon solitary and staring

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC

1am

narcissists staring at the mirror in awe poets alive with words for someone who isn't there alcoholics drinking to forget who has left lovers asleep in arms loners who are in love but not loved in return the moon solitary and staring

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i look out the window to see anything else hoping to see anything else but i end up with nothing nothing but my reflection nothing but myself a husk of someone that used to be around is still around unfortunately

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC

Window

i look out the window to see anything else hoping to see anything else but i end up with nothing nothing but my reflection nothing but myself a husk of someone that used to be around is still around unfortunately

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coming to the conclusion you're no fun to be around is somewhat a relief nobody has to tell you so admitting it to yourself is nice no need for tears or that awkward agreement you just know that you're right when their slight smile wanes and the goodbyes are much shorter

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC

Conclusion

coming to the conclusion you're no fun to be around is somewhat a relief nobody has to tell you so admitting it to yourself is nice no need for tears or that awkward agreement you just know that you're right when their slight smile wanes and the goodbyes are much shorter

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that faint memory of those old summer days being lost in him you know the one falling over his smile and wondering how did the universe come up with him then realizing he probably doesn't think the same about you time has passed you feel the same, and that faint memory does not seem so faint

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC

That faint memory

that faint memory of those old summer days being lost in him you know the one falling over his smile and wondering how did the universe come up with him then realizing he probably doesn't think the same about you time has passed you feel the same, and that faint memory does not seem so faint

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