juhi-chavda - Hello Poetry

If there was one advice I could give you, It would be to run from the one Who promise they love you, But every time they 'make love' to you, It's almost like they took away all you had, And failed to replenish it with All they had.

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Aug 8, 2016

Aug 8, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC

juhi-chavda

Failed

If there was one advice I could give you, It would be to run from the one Who promise they love you, But every time they 'make love' to you, It's almost like they took away all you had, And failed to replenish it with All they had.

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It's funny how you force yourself to fall in love just because they show you some attention. When will you realize they are not enough? They will never be enough to fill your void. They do not owe you a happy ending.

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

It's Not Love

It's funny how you force yourself to fall in love just because they show you some attention. When will you realize they are not enough? They will never be enough to fill your void. They do not owe you a happy ending.

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I'm a thousand years old. It goes on and on. Never ends. Reality pushing itself upon me, Trying not to cut myself. The measuring tape isn't long enough, The noose will snap. It's not surprising, I can't carry my weight either. Red nose. Swollen eyes. White face. I could go on and on, But breathing gets difficult. Shouldn't it stop after a while? The pain? No, the breathing.

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Dec 30, 2015

Dec 30, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

Shouldn't It Stop?

I'm a thousand years old. It goes on and on. Never ends. Reality pushing itself upon me, Trying not to cut myself. The measuring tape isn't long enough, The noose will snap. It's not surprising, I can't carry my weight either. Red nose. Swollen eyes. White face. I could go on and on, But breathing gets difficult. Shouldn't it stop after a while? The pain? No, the breathing.

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Miss the sun, wait for the night. The Swallow has gone, But there's the Kite. Leave it behind, welcome a new time. Time to let go, Time to fly. Nights are just as lovely, Days have made you blind. Surrender to what is, And see how you shine.

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Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

Wait For The Night

Miss the sun, wait for the night. The Swallow has gone, But there's the Kite. Leave it behind, welcome a new time. Time to let go, Time to fly. Nights are just as lovely, Days have made you blind. Surrender to what is, And see how you shine.

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Forgive me, dear mother, For I am dead. Inside and out. I can't feel the pyre, Or the cold grave. Forgive me, dear father, This is the day you dread. I know this is not how it works I am tired. You'll just have to wait. Forgive me, dear brother, I know you've left. You have your own Disasters to live, I wont be another day. Forgive me, dear friend, It is you I've bothered Every time I was smothered By the thoughts in my head. Freedom is on its way. Forgive me, dear lover, For I put the noose around your neck, Every time I felt dead. I have to set you free, let you stay. Forgive me, dear stranger, You don't need to read this, I will be gone, None of this will matter. You will see a better day.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

Forgive Me

Forgive me, dear mother, For I am dead. Inside and out. I can't feel the pyre, Or the cold grave. Forgive me, dear father, This is the day you dread. I know this is not how it works I am tired. You'll just have to wait. Forgive me, dear brother, I know you've left. You have your own Disasters to live, I wont be another day. Forgive me, dear friend, It is you I've bothered Every time I was smothered By the thoughts in my head. Freedom is on its way. Forgive me, dear lover, For I put the noose around your neck, Every time I felt dead. I have to set you free, let you stay. Forgive me, dear stranger, You don't need to read this, I will be gone, None of this will matter. You will see a better day.

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But you don't want me. And I don't want me. So who does?

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC

juhi-chavda

Who?

But you don't want me. And I don't want me. So who does?

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Dear teacher, you make me want to die. Maybe if I could see you become human I wouldn't feel the way I do. But how do I see through you? Your fangs sink into me And **** my soul out. You make me lie awake at night, Wishing I was dead, wondering, If death would be better than Existing in this hell. Would I really care, about your remarks on my death bed? If I passed your stupid test, Will I not die? Dear teacher, why do you make me want to die?

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

Dear Teacher

Dear teacher, you make me want to die. Maybe if I could see you become human I wouldn't feel the way I do. But how do I see through you? Your fangs sink into me And **** my soul out. You make me lie awake at night, Wishing I was dead, wondering, If death would be better than Existing in this hell. Would I really care, about your remarks on my death bed? If I passed your stupid test, Will I not die? Dear teacher, why do you make me want to die?

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Crying is not enough anymore. I'd like to swallow a knife or a burning candle.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC

juhi-chavda

Not Enough

Crying is not enough anymore. I'd like to swallow a knife or a burning candle.

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Etched their image on my heart. Even when I knew they would leave. Which they did; I grieved. I've learned to scrape Images off my heart. Now I'm weary, and my heart is paper thin. Running out of sandpaper, I'm alone, I've always been.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC

juhi-chavda

Paper Thin Heart

Etched their image on my heart. Even when I knew they would leave. Which they did; I grieved. I've learned to scrape Images off my heart. Now I'm weary, and my heart is paper thin. Running out of sandpaper, I'm alone, I've always been.

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