littleriver - Hello Poetry

Oh how exhausting it is To give and give and give Everything that I am And still It's never enough

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 7:37 AM UTC

littleriver

And Still

Oh how exhausting it is To give and give and give Everything that I am And still It's never enough

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Sometimes I wish I could just let go Be reckless Not worried about what could happen The what-ifs, the consequences Just living like it was my last day As if nothing mattered If I survived or not wouldn’t be a question Because at least I would be living Taking that leap No anxiety or guilt or fear Just life Reckless, fearless worry-free life Sometimes, I wish

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Feb 4, 2022

Feb 4, 2022 at 9:46 PM UTC

littleriver

Reckless

Sometimes I wish I could just let go Be reckless Not worried about what could happen The what-ifs, the consequences Just living like it was my last day As if nothing mattered If I survived or not wouldn’t be a question Because at least I would be living Taking that leap No anxiety or guilt or fear Just life Reckless, fearless worry-free life Sometimes, I wish

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Even on cloudy days, she is beautiful. Full of life and color Always moving forward, Never letting anything get in her way. She is more beautiful on the bad days. When the sky is dark and looming, She can still bring light and life. She can make you feel safe. With her songs in the trees, in the water, and in the wind that brushes against your cheeks She is beautiful.

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Nov 8, 2020

Nov 8, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC

littleriver

Mother Nature

Even on cloudy days, she is beautiful. Full of life and color Always moving forward, Never letting anything get in her way. She is more beautiful on the bad days. When the sky is dark and looming, She can still bring light and life. She can make you feel safe. With her songs in the trees, in the water, and in the wind that brushes against your cheeks She is beautiful.

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Love is a complicated emotion for me I can be impulsive and impatient, too honest My heart is a fast driver, forgetting to stop at the red lights I feel like I go too fast and get ahead of myself Caught up in the rush of joy and freedom The others led me the wrong way The others let me speed ahead and crash Lucky for me, I found you You jumped right in for the ride You turned all those lights green You showed me how to feel free while staying on track You turned impulse into passion Love is a complicated emotion for me At least it used to be

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC

littleriver

Red lights

Love is a complicated emotion for me I can be impulsive and impatient, too honest My heart is a fast driver, forgetting to stop at the red lights I feel like I go too fast and get ahead of myself Caught up in the rush of joy and freedom The others led me the wrong way The others let me speed ahead and crash Lucky for me, I found you You jumped right in for the ride You turned all those lights green You showed me how to feel free while staying on track You turned impulse into passion Love is a complicated emotion for me At least it used to be

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You don’t know what you want. I want your smiles, touches, and gazes. You need time to figure it out. I’ve figured it out, time with you is all I need. You are scared of commitment and making promises. I promise I’m committed to making you feel safe. You don’t want to lead me on. I’ve led myself in your direction for a reason. You apologize for hurting me and making me feel less. You make me feel more than you could ever know, and that's what hurts the most.

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Jun 29, 2019

Jun 29, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC

littleriver

You and I

You don’t know what you want. I want your smiles, touches, and gazes. You need time to figure it out. I’ve figured it out, time with you is all I need. You are scared of commitment and making promises. I promise I’m committed to making you feel safe. You don’t want to lead me on. I’ve led myself in your direction for a reason. You apologize for hurting me and making me feel less. You make me feel more than you could ever know, and that's what hurts the most.

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I'm addicted. Addicted to the rush of joy that fills my heart To the affection, the small touches Addicted to the laughter and smiles To the companionship, the connections Addicted to the feeling of falling for you To not knowing what happens next Addicted to the butterflies that find their home in my heart To catching my breath and the feeling of floating in the clouds Addicted to the colors in your eyes, The words in your mind, The shape of your hands, And every freckle, tan-line, and flaw that you think you see Addicted to every second spent together Each memory being filed away for safe keeping Addicted to feeling weightless, worry-free and worth something Feeling like everything may be falling into place, finally But addictions have consequences, side effects Disappointment, tears, broken hearts Like the first drag off the cigarette, hitting your chest like bricks Making your mind foggy and thoughts fade for just a moment Toxic. But you can’t help but go back for another You can't help but think about when the next one will come around Because addictions hit hard Sometimes slowly making their way, sometimes in the blink of an eye I'm hooked. Addicted. To the split second thoughts of pure, raw happiness The kind that makes every other moment feel so dull Addicted, knowing that Ill end up broken and burnt out Letting my heart take the lead Knowing it has no self-control and moves too fast Knowing Ill put my guard down to anyone who might feed the addiction, hoping that this one will be different Addicted to the chase, catch and learning to let go I wish I could quit ya love, but I can't I'm addicted.

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

littleriver

Addicted

I'm addicted. Addicted to the rush of joy that fills my heart To the affection, the small touches Addicted to the laughter and smiles To the companionship, the connections Addicted to the feeling of falling for you To not knowing what happens next Addicted to the butterflies that find their home in my heart To catching my breath and the feeling of floating in the clouds Addicted to the colors in your eyes, The words in your mind, The shape of your hands, And every freckle, tan-line, and flaw that you think you see Addicted to every second spent together Each memory being filed away for safe keeping Addicted to feeling weightless, worry-free and worth something Feeling like everything may be falling into place, finally But addictions have consequences, side effects Disappointment, tears, broken hearts Like the first drag off the cigarette, hitting your chest like bricks Making your mind foggy and thoughts fade for just a moment Toxic. But you can’t help but go back for another You can't help but think about when the next one will come around Because addictions hit hard Sometimes slowly making their way, sometimes in the blink of an eye I'm hooked. Addicted. To the split second thoughts of pure, raw happiness The kind that makes every other moment feel so dull Addicted, knowing that Ill end up broken and burnt out Letting my heart take the lead Knowing it has no self-control and moves too fast Knowing Ill put my guard down to anyone who might feed the addiction, hoping that this one will be different Addicted to the chase, catch and learning to let go I wish I could quit ya love, but I can't I'm addicted.

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New friends, new emotions Butterflies that haven't been around for a while Your hands on my skin feel like a breath of fresh air Gentle, caring, seeing all of me with just your fingertips A hug that feels like a lifetime A tight squeeze that doesn't drain me, but fills me with happiness An embrace that leaves my heart racing A little gift that means so much more than you could imagine Something as small as thread and feathers And you've got me hooked Blue eyes, those big blue eyes Like watching waves of the ocean crashing Captivating, pulling me in An appreciation for good music My music is me, my voice, my emotions, my thoughts You like my music, I like yours I like you.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC

littleriver

Thread and Feathers

New friends, new emotions Butterflies that haven't been around for a while Your hands on my skin feel like a breath of fresh air Gentle, caring, seeing all of me with just your fingertips A hug that feels like a lifetime A tight squeeze that doesn't drain me, but fills me with happiness An embrace that leaves my heart racing A little gift that means so much more than you could imagine Something as small as thread and feathers And you've got me hooked Blue eyes, those big blue eyes Like watching waves of the ocean crashing Captivating, pulling me in An appreciation for good music My music is me, my voice, my emotions, my thoughts You like my music, I like yours I like you.

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My mind is empty No more ideas No more emotions My eyes are open But I don’t see anything Maybe there’s nothing to see My hands are warm But I can’t feel anything Sweatshirt pockets are a hideaway My voice works I could scream from the top of buildings Doesn’t mean anyone would listen My mind is empty It didn’t use to be.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC

littleriver

2016

My mind is empty No more ideas No more emotions My eyes are open But I don’t see anything Maybe there’s nothing to see My hands are warm But I can’t feel anything Sweatshirt pockets are a hideaway My voice works I could scream from the top of buildings Doesn’t mean anyone would listen My mind is empty It didn’t use to be.

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