kindasortamaybe - Hello Poetry

Forgive me, Father who has shapéd me, Forgive me, for I know not what You do. Such knowledge is reservéd still for Thee, While I, left blind, can naught but cry for You. Forgive me, Father who has blesséd me, Forgive me, for I know not what I do. I know not how to act or speak or be, And, try as I might, I fall short of You. Forgive me, Father who has guided me, Forgive me, for I know not what to do. And, like a fool, I so oft refuse Thee. Despite this, You remain faithful and true. For like a flower, I am fading fast. But You, O God, You will not fade, but last.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC

Forgive me, Father who has shapéd me

Forgive me, Father who has shapéd me, Forgive me, for I know not what You do. Such knowledge is reservéd still for Thee, While I, left blind, can naught but cry for You. Forgive me, Father who has blesséd me, Forgive me, for I know not what I do. I know not how to act or speak or be, And, try as I might, I fall short of You. Forgive me, Father who has guided me, Forgive me, for I know not what to do. And, like a fool, I so oft refuse Thee. Despite this, You remain faithful and true. For like a flower, I am fading fast. But You, O God, You will not fade, but last.

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Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry that i’m what you want Please, oh please, just let me slip by I have made your heart hurt enough. I can’t be the one that you love. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry that i couldn’t stay Please, oh please, just tell me a lie Say you never loved me anyway. Forget all our yesterdays. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry for all my mistakes Please, oh please, just dry those blue eyes I lack the courage it takes. What needs to be said, i’m too scared to say. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry. I am not worth your tears.

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC

18 may 2016

Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry that i’m what you want Please, oh please, just let me slip by I have made your heart hurt enough. I can’t be the one that you love. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry that i couldn’t stay Please, oh please, just tell me a lie Say you never loved me anyway. Forget all our yesterdays. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry I’m sorry for all my mistakes Please, oh please, just dry those blue eyes I lack the courage it takes. What needs to be said, i’m too scared to say. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry. I am not worth your tears.

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silently puppeteering, ceaselessly poised under our noses and over our heads, most visible when crawling by, and too often moving much too fast. time is an imposing figure, intimidating and all too present. yet it is also just the ticking of a clock, seconds between minutes, minutes between hours. clouds slowly drifting across the sky, the rising of the sun and moon, generous and unhampered. and is it fair to give it our burdens? to use it as a pocket in which we neatly tuck away our problems? time is not our enemy, but neither is it our friend. we ask it to heal all wounds but time has no cures and no sympathy. time has no intentions. and so we ponder and debate and ask it for favors, and time watches and says nothing.

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC

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silently puppeteering, ceaselessly poised under our noses and over our heads, most visible when crawling by, and too often moving much too fast. time is an imposing figure, intimidating and all too present. yet it is also just the ticking of a clock, seconds between minutes, minutes between hours. clouds slowly drifting across the sky, the rising of the sun and moon, generous and unhampered. and is it fair to give it our burdens? to use it as a pocket in which we neatly tuck away our problems? time is not our enemy, but neither is it our friend. we ask it to heal all wounds but time has no cures and no sympathy. time has no intentions. and so we ponder and debate and ask it for favors, and time watches and says nothing.

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an object in motion tends to stay in motion. an object at rest tends to stay at rest. my thoughts spiral and i cannot get out of bed.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC

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an object in motion tends to stay in motion. an object at rest tends to stay at rest. my thoughts spiral and i cannot get out of bed.

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hello, poetry i've missed you. what worlds have you created since i've been away? Who have you comforted, who have you met? tell them hello from me. thank you, poetry i hope to see you again soon.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC

hello poetry

hello, poetry i've missed you. what worlds have you created since i've been away? Who have you comforted, who have you met? tell them hello from me. thank you, poetry i hope to see you again soon.

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but eventually, all the metaphors fall apart and come to nothing like paper dissolving in water fanciful words dissolving with it and without romanticized phrases and rose-tinted writings there is only unembellished truth

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC

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but eventually, all the metaphors fall apart and come to nothing like paper dissolving in water fanciful words dissolving with it and without romanticized phrases and rose-tinted writings there is only unembellished truth

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music is a sigh of relief in a world that holds its breath

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Apr 6, 2018

Apr 6, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC

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music is a sigh of relief in a world that holds its breath

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the game has ended all the cards in their places still, i am alone

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC

solitaire

the game has ended all the cards in their places still, i am alone

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i finally remembered what it was to feel happy and content instead of just "not sad" the sun comes around more often sticks around longer it paints my world in colors more beautiful than those it gives the sky because suddenly, when my friends laugh , i can too and i am loud again and instead of walking, i skip suddenly, instead of dreading the day, i wake up to moments full of potential and i worry less about every single thing i do suddenly, being with people is as invigorating as it used to be once upon a time ago. of course, the rain will come again and the sun will leave with summer and it is then, especially, that i will hurt again but suddenly, i have hope.

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Mar 30, 2018

Mar 30, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC

suddenly

i finally remembered what it was to feel happy and content instead of just "not sad" the sun comes around more often sticks around longer it paints my world in colors more beautiful than those it gives the sky because suddenly, when my friends laugh , i can too and i am loud again and instead of walking, i skip suddenly, instead of dreading the day, i wake up to moments full of potential and i worry less about every single thing i do suddenly, being with people is as invigorating as it used to be once upon a time ago. of course, the rain will come again and the sun will leave with summer and it is then, especially, that i will hurt again but suddenly, i have hope.

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it scares me; i am constantly terrified of how fast it comes and goes, how slow it comes and goes, how much power it holds. i can think of no better way to describe it but to call it sand i try to focus on each grain, each second, and it just slips right from my hand. it makes me want to do everything available to me, want to do nothing but crumple and weep, want to stop and go unseen. i am scared. i am so scared of what it will bring, so scared, because time is the one thing that i can never keep.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

time

it scares me; i am constantly terrified of how fast it comes and goes, how slow it comes and goes, how much power it holds. i can think of no better way to describe it but to call it sand i try to focus on each grain, each second, and it just slips right from my hand. it makes me want to do everything available to me, want to do nothing but crumple and weep, want to stop and go unseen. i am scared. i am so scared of what it will bring, so scared, because time is the one thing that i can never keep.

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