lalo-maggie-monare - Hello Poetry

This was the longest waking week of my entire life. It had its ups and downs like all things transient and brief. But where was all the love that once there was Replaced by deadened muffled sounds of grief. This was the longest rising day of my longest week. Its ups were the ecstasy of success and recognition. Its lows were the highest form of malice – degradation Of the soul undermining my essence The very capacity to be me, assaulted by wave upon wave of noise and human existence, clouding my thoughts, mindfulness and deeds in mists of accentuated wants and needs. Would there have been no other way to circumnavigate The pile of ash that was my day? No phoenix here To be reborn, but dust and charred remains Forsworn to wallow in its own worrisome way. Could you imagine as much as this, for if this be, Nothing is nothing and these things are nothings. Do we in our fragility presume to exist? How can we, when we do not even know our own names?

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Dec 20, 2013

Dec 20, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC

Deceived.

This was the longest waking week of my entire life. It had its ups and downs like all things transient and brief. But where was all the love that once there was Replaced by deadened muffled sounds of grief. This was the longest rising day of my longest week. Its ups were the ecstasy of success and recognition. Its lows were the highest form of malice – degradation Of the soul undermining my essence The very capacity to be me, assaulted by wave upon wave of noise and human existence, clouding my thoughts, mindfulness and deeds in mists of accentuated wants and needs. Would there have been no other way to circumnavigate The pile of ash that was my day? No phoenix here To be reborn, but dust and charred remains Forsworn to wallow in its own worrisome way. Could you imagine as much as this, for if this be, Nothing is nothing and these things are nothings. Do we in our fragility presume to exist? How can we, when we do not even know our own names?

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At first, they were perfect There wasn’t a flaw But then nothing seemed right He didn’t sound happy He had to want out. That’s what the phone call was about. Her eyelids met, As a tear trickled down She released the receiver, It fell to the ground. Holding her breath, She pulled her knees to her chest. Trembling, crying “It’s all for the best” She did it for him She loved him so She knew she had to let go If he’d come back, It would all be alright But that seemed to be The unreachable light Half a year has since come and went The loneliest months she has ever spent There are others there But it just isn’t the same

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC

how it ended.

At first, they were perfect There wasn’t a flaw But then nothing seemed right He didn’t sound happy He had to want out. That’s what the phone call was about. Her eyelids met, As a tear trickled down She released the receiver, It fell to the ground. Holding her breath, She pulled her knees to her chest. Trembling, crying “It’s all for the best” She did it for him She loved him so She knew she had to let go If he’d come back, It would all be alright But that seemed to be The unreachable light Half a year has since come and went The loneliest months she has ever spent There are others there But it just isn’t the same

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It’s another lonely night Where nothing feels quite right And all I have to turn to, Is this teddy I’m clinging to. A steady hum conveying bits Of the loneliness of reality It’s just me And the dial tone.

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC

Dial Tone

It’s another lonely night Where nothing feels quite right And all I have to turn to, Is this teddy I’m clinging to. A steady hum conveying bits Of the loneliness of reality It’s just me And the dial tone.

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Why am I putting an end to my life Why am I thinking of dying tonight Seventeen years Some good, some bad I wouldn’t give up the times I’ve had But it used to be all for a reason The sun The moon The stars The seasons My whole life I told myself How for a good tomorrow Its worth suffering now But the tomorrow for those days Has long since passed away So how can I possibly believe? That any day I will receive There are too many people Living for the same dream Yes, everything is as black as it seems Out of the blue, My eyes start to tear Out of nowhere, The crying appears Why get up each morning? Why face the day? When none of it matters anyway? Committing every hour of every day To today and tomorrows hard earned pay Yeah. I know. That’s what life’s all about View me as worthless. I want out. Eternal sleep sounds better to me Hell? Nothing is worse than this life could be I don’t want to bring anyone down I don’t have anyone to hang around Except for him The only motivation But being with him means The crime of theft Robbery of his time And soon his smile Making him live his life on trial I can’t go on This can’t go on Wanting to share myself with him But battling boundaries from outward in My body flattering inside My emotions colliding inside I’ve had all I could Nothing left to give “You can do better” That I always hear. Sorry, I ****** up all the way here Letting you down with the choices I make Sorry, your happiness I didn’t mean to take Life Instead, I’ll take mine Then, all will be fine Love’s felt most at loss Goodbye

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC

Goodbye

Why am I putting an end to my life Why am I thinking of dying tonight Seventeen years Some good, some bad I wouldn’t give up the times I’ve had But it used to be all for a reason The sun The moon The stars The seasons My whole life I told myself How for a good tomorrow Its worth suffering now But the tomorrow for those days Has long since passed away So how can I possibly believe? That any day I will receive There are too many people Living for the same dream Yes, everything is as black as it seems Out of the blue, My eyes start to tear Out of nowhere, The crying appears Why get up each morning? Why face the day? When none of it matters anyway? Committing every hour of every day To today and tomorrows hard earned pay Yeah. I know. That’s what life’s all about View me as worthless. I want out. Eternal sleep sounds better to me Hell? Nothing is worse than this life could be I don’t want to bring anyone down I don’t have anyone to hang around Except for him The only motivation But being with him means The crime of theft Robbery of his time And soon his smile Making him live his life on trial I can’t go on This can’t go on Wanting to share myself with him But battling boundaries from outward in My body flattering inside My emotions colliding inside I’ve had all I could Nothing left to give “You can do better” That I always hear. Sorry, I ****** up all the way here Letting you down with the choices I make Sorry, your happiness I didn’t mean to take Life Instead, I’ll take mine Then, all will be fine Love’s felt most at loss Goodbye

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From the depth of sullenness A cry is released Screeching with violence, The silence is ceased Next time the laughter Behind the scenes, Accomplished by whispers Rallying between A **** of the head A sonorous glance Many tears shed No noble stance All eyes center They all stare It won’t get better She is quite aware An orb of commotion Molded to harm Weighed down with emotion Triggered the alarm The stress was too much She couldn’t bear no more But she’s numb to the touch And has closed the door The others around Just watch her top blow They watched her soul wander And didn’t help it home Too late has already escaped Her escape wasn’t too fast Entangled in Delicate strings, The web of confusion Has locked her in.

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC

Held on. no more.

From the depth of sullenness A cry is released Screeching with violence, The silence is ceased Next time the laughter Behind the scenes, Accomplished by whispers Rallying between A **** of the head A sonorous glance Many tears shed No noble stance All eyes center They all stare It won’t get better She is quite aware An orb of commotion Molded to harm Weighed down with emotion Triggered the alarm The stress was too much She couldn’t bear no more But she’s numb to the touch And has closed the door The others around Just watch her top blow They watched her soul wander And didn’t help it home Too late has already escaped Her escape wasn’t too fast Entangled in Delicate strings, The web of confusion Has locked her in.

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