jonathan-reyes - Hello Poetry

I feel horrible I'm functioning normally but my head feels weird I'm scared the world would go p t o s y t y u r v again I'm tired I don't know why I feel like I'm at sea The waves washing against me I'm bobbing up and down I just want it to stop the fear of it the cloud of it it

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC

Upside down

I feel horrible I'm functioning normally but my head feels weird I'm scared the world would go p t o s y t y u r v again I'm tired I don't know why I feel like I'm at sea The waves washing against me I'm bobbing up and down I just want it to stop the fear of it the cloud of it it

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Waiting it out Inhale Exhale And suddenly you believe in miracles and magic again

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC

Roller coaster

Waiting it out Inhale Exhale And suddenly you believe in miracles and magic again

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I know that when you hold that blade You're just drawing lines Lines for words you've been trying to say To sit on. You ran out of paper So you made do I know that when you watch Watch the food wash down the toilet You wish you could stop But food just doesn't taste good It's like eating sand No matter how much you try To lift the spoon Shove food into your mouth It's just going to come all out I know that when you try to get a grip You just aren't yourself You have no control Your mind is just on a rampage by itself All you can do is silently watch Behind the windows of your eyes Watch others eyes stare back And wish you could just shut yours And I know That when people ask why You don't like it Because it's either the reason is staring you in the face Or you just really don't know why. I know that sometimes You lie hopeless in bed Curled up and hoping you never wake up Or maybe you can't wake up Because you never slept That agony is real So tired yet unable to calm down Unable to rest. I know Or maybe I don't

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC

I know, or so I think

I know that when you hold that blade You're just drawing lines Lines for words you've been trying to say To sit on. You ran out of paper So you made do I know that when you watch Watch the food wash down the toilet You wish you could stop But food just doesn't taste good It's like eating sand No matter how much you try To lift the spoon Shove food into your mouth It's just going to come all out I know that when you try to get a grip You just aren't yourself You have no control Your mind is just on a rampage by itself All you can do is silently watch Behind the windows of your eyes Watch others eyes stare back And wish you could just shut yours And I know That when people ask why You don't like it Because it's either the reason is staring you in the face Or you just really don't know why. I know that sometimes You lie hopeless in bed Curled up and hoping you never wake up Or maybe you can't wake up Because you never slept That agony is real So tired yet unable to calm down Unable to rest. I know Or maybe I don't

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The more poems I write The more intense feelings I feel I'm glad to see the number of poems written getting lesser and lesser That just shows that the storm has calmed and peace dwells in me at last

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC

I like the quiet

The more poems I write The more intense feelings I feel I'm glad to see the number of poems written getting lesser and lesser That just shows that the storm has calmed and peace dwells in me at last

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Nobody told me that it's not normal to laugh and then cry two highs simultaneously Nobody told me that it's not normal to be hyper and confident in the morning but sad and hating yourself at noon but they told me finally when they saw they asked why? I don't know...

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Oct 11, 2013

Oct 11, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC

I'm slightly magnetic

Nobody told me that it's not normal to laugh and then cry two highs simultaneously Nobody told me that it's not normal to be hyper and confident in the morning but sad and hating yourself at noon but they told me finally when they saw they asked why? I don't know...

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There is always hope no matter how dim the rays of sunshine hope is ever present and one must never give it up Look up See that stretch of blue sky? Isn't it beautiful? That is hope Place your fist to your chest Feel that heartbeat? you are alive That is hope Look down at your hands trace the creases you are special That is hope Now look in the mirror behind those eye bags from lack of sleep behind that watery smile behind all your cuts and bruises You are you you are human you are alive and you are a catalyst of infinite possibilities you are hope

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC

Hope

There is always hope no matter how dim the rays of sunshine hope is ever present and one must never give it up Look up See that stretch of blue sky? Isn't it beautiful? That is hope Place your fist to your chest Feel that heartbeat? you are alive That is hope Look down at your hands trace the creases you are special That is hope Now look in the mirror behind those eye bags from lack of sleep behind that watery smile behind all your cuts and bruises You are you you are human you are alive and you are a catalyst of infinite possibilities you are hope

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I just stare into space sometimes, to make up for the silence I put on the table I create so many scenarios in my little brain but when my body gets around to doing it I get stuck. Each word dragging itself up my throat My legs crawling with each step I can't. seem. to. hold. proper. conversations. Or at least conversations I hoped to have. I often just repeat the same few topics over and over again Because my brain has this thing where it runs out of topics faster than concert tickets minutes after they are released and I am left standing there silent desperately trying to come up with something but I can already see that I am slowly losing you Sometimes, I give up It's either I walk away first Or I just watch you walk away //goodbye. I'm sorry I'm not boring okay? I promise I just have difficulty expressing the colourful and vibrant emotions I have it's there... just wait for me okay? I'll manage one day

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC

I'll prove it

I just stare into space sometimes, to make up for the silence I put on the table I create so many scenarios in my little brain but when my body gets around to doing it I get stuck. Each word dragging itself up my throat My legs crawling with each step I can't. seem. to. hold. proper. conversations. Or at least conversations I hoped to have. I often just repeat the same few topics over and over again Because my brain has this thing where it runs out of topics faster than concert tickets minutes after they are released and I am left standing there silent desperately trying to come up with something but I can already see that I am slowly losing you Sometimes, I give up It's either I walk away first Or I just watch you walk away //goodbye. I'm sorry I'm not boring okay? I promise I just have difficulty expressing the colourful and vibrant emotions I have it's there... just wait for me okay? I'll manage one day

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Do you know what is worse Than for someone to say your music skills are bad? That your music is dead Skills can be perfected with practice But once the feeling is dead It's dead. To my ears they sound fine They sound like it's full of emotion But My ears are faulty Like how I always search for a minor key To every major song first When I compare the sounds Of mine and others I can clearly hear the contrast It's scary It's like my fingers cause decay To the piano I can play all the black keys And my music would still be flatter Than it They say music comes from inside I guess my insides reflect a dull aching flat echo The emptiness rattles through my ribcage My music is dead And so am I

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 6:41 AM UTC

A dead melody in E flat

Do you know what is worse Than for someone to say your music skills are bad? That your music is dead Skills can be perfected with practice But once the feeling is dead It's dead. To my ears they sound fine They sound like it's full of emotion But My ears are faulty Like how I always search for a minor key To every major song first When I compare the sounds Of mine and others I can clearly hear the contrast It's scary It's like my fingers cause decay To the piano I can play all the black keys And my music would still be flatter Than it They say music comes from inside I guess my insides reflect a dull aching flat echo The emptiness rattles through my ribcage My music is dead And so am I

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Bringing yourself down to our levels and complaining about it is just making a plain mockery of us. I just wish you'd consider it sometimes maybe not everyone is as brilliant and talented as you...

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC

: (

Bringing yourself down to our levels and complaining about it is just making a plain mockery of us. I just wish you'd consider it sometimes maybe not everyone is as brilliant and talented as you...

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There is this girl, she says ily out loud because I love you takes too long because I love you takes too long because I love you takes too long Those three words Are said too much and sometimes people don't really mean the full extent of those three precious powerful words.

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC

Ily : Because time is more important than love

There is this girl, she says ily out loud because I love you takes too long because I love you takes too long because I love you takes too long Those three words Are said too much and sometimes people don't really mean the full extent of those three precious powerful words.

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