kailasha - Hello Poetry

how do I love myself, when I can see myself inflicting pain on those who loved me first?

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC

what do you deserve?

how do I love myself, when I can see myself inflicting pain on those who loved me first?

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there is no peace at the gates to god, just as there is fear in places of love.

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC

places of god

there is no peace at the gates to god, just as there is fear in places of love.

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Some days I will pick up an itchy caterpillar with two pieces of cardboard and move it out of harms way. Other days, I will kick a harmless beetle because it breathes too loud too close to my home. I never tried to be not nice, but borders get dizzy sometimes I am human on both sides of the coin after all.

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC

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Some days I will pick up an itchy caterpillar with two pieces of cardboard and move it out of harms way. Other days, I will kick a harmless beetle because it breathes too loud too close to my home. I never tried to be not nice, but borders get dizzy sometimes I am human on both sides of the coin after all.

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the sun waved to me said something about a breathtaking smile. the moon leaned in whispered something about sorrowful eyes. I saw you walking towards me, green and blue and full of life. Flowers bloomed, the wind sighed. They were teaching me about love and sacrifice.

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC

cheers to the earth

the sun waved to me said something about a breathtaking smile. the moon leaned in whispered something about sorrowful eyes. I saw you walking towards me, green and blue and full of life. Flowers bloomed, the wind sighed. They were teaching me about love and sacrifice.

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I'm struggling to separate the star speckled sky from the hazy dawns. Time weighs down on you when you really don't want to be here. I'm shivering in cozy orange light because the spirit is gone. I put my heart on vibrate and threw it in the ocean.

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC

the struggle

I'm struggling to separate the star speckled sky from the hazy dawns. Time weighs down on you when you really don't want to be here. I'm shivering in cozy orange light because the spirit is gone. I put my heart on vibrate and threw it in the ocean.

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april skies have such potential and i never understood why they chose to waste it away on r a i n s when instead the sun can become a magician and radiate wonders when it disappears

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC

Bostonian

april skies have such potential and i never understood why they chose to waste it away on r a i n s when instead the sun can become a magician and radiate wonders when it disappears

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the sun drips golden bidding goodnight to the trees my melancholy

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC

.dusk.

the sun drips golden bidding goodnight to the trees my melancholy

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You sung a song so sweet my heart shifted closer to you I dreamt a dream so glorious the sky turned to pink from blue

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Apr 7, 2018

Apr 7, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC

life in pink

You sung a song so sweet my heart shifted closer to you I dreamt a dream so glorious the sky turned to pink from blue

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it's just the empty thunderbolts, my darling they wouldn't dare ruin our evening. all the energy they would've held surrounds us now. all their spark is between our fingertips, their fires in our heart, the light in our eyes. they're just the empty thunderbolts, my darling and the thunder a proclamation of my love.

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC

thunderbolts

it's just the empty thunderbolts, my darling they wouldn't dare ruin our evening. all the energy they would've held surrounds us now. all their spark is between our fingertips, their fires in our heart, the light in our eyes. they're just the empty thunderbolts, my darling and the thunder a proclamation of my love.

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We're here now, and theres more than the two of us. But there's one feeling, and the same ache yet different struggles - * - We all think the same things, yet in different tongues. The histories do not include us. Our taste buds have had to adapt to the wind here, we have learnt from the best of the chameleons. - * - It's the same stage set up and the curtains were never drawn, but our eyes see a completely different story being played out. Collective whispers greater than a shout. Peace of mind has been a while, it'll take long... Home isn't where the heart is, when the heart keeps moving around.

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC

international

We're here now, and theres more than the two of us. But there's one feeling, and the same ache yet different struggles - * - We all think the same things, yet in different tongues. The histories do not include us. Our taste buds have had to adapt to the wind here, we have learnt from the best of the chameleons. - * - It's the same stage set up and the curtains were never drawn, but our eyes see a completely different story being played out. Collective whispers greater than a shout. Peace of mind has been a while, it'll take long... Home isn't where the heart is, when the heart keeps moving around.

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