just-anna - Hello Poetry

Like a matchstick Under pressure and friction I light up Burn Heat surges through my body and then after glowing for awhile it is extinguished whoosh

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC

The little matchstick girl

Like a matchstick Under pressure and friction I light up Burn Heat surges through my body and then after glowing for awhile it is extinguished whoosh

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Because I can't stop

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC

Because I keep going

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC

Shhhh..... I've found a different method now Shhhh..... Because you've taught me what I learnt as a child Shhhh.... Because words are too loud So we turn to voice softer sometimes Maybe I should turn to keys Black and white keys I play soft slow songs Pedal pressing down Maybe I should turn to art each sketch releasing pressure no art reveals too much and creates too much stress No writing Because that's the whole point Words are too permanent Words are too impactful Words are creatures of immense power Physical pain on the other hand is too much pain and keeping silent is just not good for pain But no matter what I must never turn to my mind Imagination stopped being useful About 2 years ago My mind is too repetitive Pictures repeat too much Words flash too much My mind adds salt My mind adds fire My mind adds ****

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC

methods.

Shhhh..... I've found a different method now Shhhh..... Because you've taught me what I learnt as a child Shhhh.... Because words are too loud So we turn to voice softer sometimes Maybe I should turn to keys Black and white keys I play soft slow songs Pedal pressing down Maybe I should turn to art each sketch releasing pressure no art reveals too much and creates too much stress No writing Because that's the whole point Words are too permanent Words are too impactful Words are creatures of immense power Physical pain on the other hand is too much pain and keeping silent is just not good for pain But no matter what I must never turn to my mind Imagination stopped being useful About 2 years ago My mind is too repetitive Pictures repeat too much Words flash too much My mind adds salt My mind adds fire My mind adds ****

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I have to admit. I'm pretty sore 3 weeks of fixation on writing this piece Another 3 weeks of anticipation How about another 3 weeks of heartbreak Things always come in threes right?

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC

Untitled

I have to admit. I'm pretty sore 3 weeks of fixation on writing this piece Another 3 weeks of anticipation How about another 3 weeks of heartbreak Things always come in threes right?

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Awkward rhyming forced and cliche question marks dotting the page squiggly lines everywhere I guess this is what I get for writing poetry to be judged The worst part is I agree.

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC

[ Criticism ]

Awkward rhyming forced and cliche question marks dotting the page squiggly lines everywhere I guess this is what I get for writing poetry to be judged The worst part is I agree.

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I drove myself to this state This state of weakness My body couldn't take it no more It betrayed me Left me burning through the day All the emotional stress created friction with my brain decided maybe, if what you see with your eyes pains you so much why don't we burn it?

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Sep 23, 2013

Sep 23, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC

Aftermath or so I think

I drove myself to this state This state of weakness My body couldn't take it no more It betrayed me Left me burning through the day All the emotional stress created friction with my brain decided maybe, if what you see with your eyes pains you so much why don't we burn it?

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My eyes cry out Like a dry desert I can feel cracks at the back of my eyes It's so dry It's sore It's the effects of a drought after a long monsoon

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Sep 22, 2013

Sep 22, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC

Grains of sand take the place of tears