kallee - Hello Poetry

it's funny how people think that chocolate can fill a broken heart but m&M;'s don't help anything and i don't think they ever will i didn't have the luxury of falling to pieces i fell in a whole piece because i gave my whole to you i didn't give you pieCes of me i didn't give you slivers of my heart to fill the cracKs in yours, i gave you my heart so that you would see my soul so you would see that i am the one in desperate need of something to fill the holes in mine so you would see that i'm just as fragile as the next and yes, i am broken but not by you by words And thoughts and maybe i needed to give You my brain because i think that is in a more desperate need of healing

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

sertraline

it's funny how people think that chocolate can fill a broken heart but m&M;'s don't help anything and i don't think they ever will i didn't have the luxury of falling to pieces i fell in a whole piece because i gave my whole to you i didn't give you pieCes of me i didn't give you slivers of my heart to fill the cracKs in yours, i gave you my heart so that you would see my soul so you would see that i am the one in desperate need of something to fill the holes in mine so you would see that i'm just as fragile as the next and yes, i am broken but not by you by words And thoughts and maybe i needed to give You my brain because i think that is in a more desperate need of healing

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I knew I knew I KNEW I knew and I made myself believe I was seeing green lights when it was just a mirage of a red light and we hit all the red lights we hit every single one of them even when it was right in front of my face I didn't allow myself to read in between the lines and I made myself believe I was worth something more than just copper to you I made myself believe I was rubies and maybe I am but most people don't see that and you definitely didn't see that but I thought maybe you did and I threw myself out in front of your bus and I want to believe you caught a glimpse of me in your headlights but you refused to believe it was really me I don't think you wanted it to be me but the headlights always choose to point in a different direction and when the light turns green you head straight to her when I was in the turning lane you are the swimmer in a stormy ocean and I am the raft refusing to let you go far without me beside you because I don't want you to drown, yet I'm the one getting capsized over and over and over again, but you keep swimming, and I want you to keep swimming I want you to reach the infinite places you want to go, but I will miss you and I will never stop telling you that I miss you so I will be waiting for you at the traffic lights and one day you are bound to turn and you will see me you will realize that I have always been there waiting for the green arrow

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC

until you are rubbed raw

I knew I knew I KNEW I knew and I made myself believe I was seeing green lights when it was just a mirage of a red light and we hit all the red lights we hit every single one of them even when it was right in front of my face I didn't allow myself to read in between the lines and I made myself believe I was worth something more than just copper to you I made myself believe I was rubies and maybe I am but most people don't see that and you definitely didn't see that but I thought maybe you did and I threw myself out in front of your bus and I want to believe you caught a glimpse of me in your headlights but you refused to believe it was really me I don't think you wanted it to be me but the headlights always choose to point in a different direction and when the light turns green you head straight to her when I was in the turning lane you are the swimmer in a stormy ocean and I am the raft refusing to let you go far without me beside you because I don't want you to drown, yet I'm the one getting capsized over and over and over again, but you keep swimming, and I want you to keep swimming I want you to reach the infinite places you want to go, but I will miss you and I will never stop telling you that I miss you so I will be waiting for you at the traffic lights and one day you are bound to turn and you will see me you will realize that I have always been there waiting for the green arrow

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inadequate and imperfect in a flawed world what is perfection?

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC

haiku

inadequate and imperfect in a flawed world what is perfection?

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lying to myself staining the covers of books who were made to care

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC

haiku

lying to myself staining the covers of books who were made to care

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these blue walls have seen so much of me maybe too much of me i trust my walls they keep my secrets and comfort with its color of creme, then turquoise, then a soft blue because it's color can change but only when i allow it to and i know that when i wake up, it won't be a new shade of blue it'll be my blue

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC

invisible eyes that see the one who cries

these blue walls have seen so much of me maybe too much of me i trust my walls they keep my secrets and comfort with its color of creme, then turquoise, then a soft blue because it's color can change but only when i allow it to and i know that when i wake up, it won't be a new shade of blue it'll be my blue

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You often hear that rain depresses That thunder sparks fear in our minds And sometimes it does But I believe in rain And the way windows fog up And sometimes your vision is blurred And you literally have to brake You have to stop Just stop Because there are no windshield wipers to wipe those drops away They just have to melt away until you Can't see them anymore Can't feel them anymore Don't notice them anymore But that's when you need to feel the way water sticks to a surface and the way it leaves a streak forming a small pathway Down Because once down, it can only go up and Although you can't make the rain reverse it's path you can stick on a jacket and pop open an umbrella and prepare for rain Because you know it's coming And sometimes it's okay to rejoice in the rain I am a strong believer in windows being stained by Tears From clouds in the sky

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC

Windows

You often hear that rain depresses That thunder sparks fear in our minds And sometimes it does But I believe in rain And the way windows fog up And sometimes your vision is blurred And you literally have to brake You have to stop Just stop Because there are no windshield wipers to wipe those drops away They just have to melt away until you Can't see them anymore Can't feel them anymore Don't notice them anymore But that's when you need to feel the way water sticks to a surface and the way it leaves a streak forming a small pathway Down Because once down, it can only go up and Although you can't make the rain reverse it's path you can stick on a jacket and pop open an umbrella and prepare for rain Because you know it's coming And sometimes it's okay to rejoice in the rain I am a strong believer in windows being stained by Tears From clouds in the sky

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Maybe we are too much alike Our souls fly in the same direction, and our hearts beat in the same patterns Our minds are both incapable of comprehending space and matter Music speaks to us better than people ever could We both wish to catch a falling star and put it in our pockets We dream big, and think too much Maybe we are too blind to see that we are toxic for each other and maybe I want too much and you don't want enough But I will always take care of a little bird in a big world

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

Three Stories: Our Story

Maybe we are too much alike Our souls fly in the same direction, and our hearts beat in the same patterns Our minds are both incapable of comprehending space and matter Music speaks to us better than people ever could We both wish to catch a falling star and put it in our pockets We dream big, and think too much Maybe we are too blind to see that we are toxic for each other and maybe I want too much and you don't want enough But I will always take care of a little bird in a big world

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I long to write beautiful poetry To have my blood be the ink of an incredible mush of phrases and clauses and sentences On a torn piece of paper Always torn But perhaps maybe that's where the sticky sweet red stains come from; a tear A tear in a broken mind Or maybe a broken heart But oh, how I long to write beautiful poetry

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC

p.m.

I long to write beautiful poetry To have my blood be the ink of an incredible mush of phrases and clauses and sentences On a torn piece of paper Always torn But perhaps maybe that's where the sticky sweet red stains come from; a tear A tear in a broken mind Or maybe a broken heart But oh, how I long to write beautiful poetry

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What will it take to find the sunshine again? Blow the snowy clouds away with howling winds of my heart None of my words make sense anymore A jumble of simple and complex sentences maybe A phrase Or maybe I am just putting sophisticated sounding words into something that sounds like a poem But poetry is so bold, and beautiful And I cannot seem to make it either So where do I go from here? What do I put next? Tell a long story of tragedy and suffering Or maybe of happiness and smiles Of heartbreak Or possible love But none could possibly match up to the flawless tale of lizzie and darcy No one could match what Sylvia Plath wrote of her fears and sadnesses But how could one possibly find themselves in a world filled with similarities and indifference? How must one carry on with such anguish I am but a simple soul, simply breathing to live Eating to survive And writing to understand why

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC

The Power of Poetry

What will it take to find the sunshine again? Blow the snowy clouds away with howling winds of my heart None of my words make sense anymore A jumble of simple and complex sentences maybe A phrase Or maybe I am just putting sophisticated sounding words into something that sounds like a poem But poetry is so bold, and beautiful And I cannot seem to make it either So where do I go from here? What do I put next? Tell a long story of tragedy and suffering Or maybe of happiness and smiles Of heartbreak Or possible love But none could possibly match up to the flawless tale of lizzie and darcy No one could match what Sylvia Plath wrote of her fears and sadnesses But how could one possibly find themselves in a world filled with similarities and indifference? How must one carry on with such anguish I am but a simple soul, simply breathing to live Eating to survive And writing to understand why

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We had the potential to become something incredible Incredible in the heart's own mind, The heart's mind knows what it wants And the heart's mind yearns for one thing For comfort For love Surrounding itself with solitude, A stable ship An unshakable breath An unmistakable stare into a storming sea of contentious emotions Purify the storm of regret and sorrow Replace it with the eyes of my almost lover That I once knew, because Almost lovers always do Pour me a mug of something sweet Something purely made by you And together, we will face fear Of creepy crawlers, and shadows that go bump in the night But please don't leave me, To face unrealistic fairy tales alone But "goodnight babe, Sleep tight" Just as you would say Behind locked invisible doors, our souls, and hearts collide Digging trenches around where we lay Our hearts beat melodies, telling us to carry on, But only some nights we cannot So we lay, and whisper to each other words we wish we could say louder But our hearts beat louder than words ever could So we stay where we are, running in place Never getting closer to each other But our hearts always beat in unison

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Oct 26, 2013

Oct 26, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC

Jay Ess

We had the potential to become something incredible Incredible in the heart's own mind, The heart's mind knows what it wants And the heart's mind yearns for one thing For comfort For love Surrounding itself with solitude, A stable ship An unshakable breath An unmistakable stare into a storming sea of contentious emotions Purify the storm of regret and sorrow Replace it with the eyes of my almost lover That I once knew, because Almost lovers always do Pour me a mug of something sweet Something purely made by you And together, we will face fear Of creepy crawlers, and shadows that go bump in the night But please don't leave me, To face unrealistic fairy tales alone But "goodnight babe, Sleep tight" Just as you would say Behind locked invisible doors, our souls, and hearts collide Digging trenches around where we lay Our hearts beat melodies, telling us to carry on, But only some nights we cannot So we lay, and whisper to each other words we wish we could say louder But our hearts beat louder than words ever could So we stay where we are, running in place Never getting closer to each other But our hearts always beat in unison

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