lucidpetal - Hello Poetry

when i am alone i stand firm in myself like a boulder in the ocean but when i love the tide is too strong and i am too often swept away why do i try so hard to formulate my own center of gravity if i so easily let someone else become the moon around which i orbit if i am a planet with my own biome why do i let someone else control the weather i am growing older and i cannot flourish without letting someone else come along and destroy my garden

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Apr 2, 2022

Apr 2, 2022 at 2:23 PM UTC

community garden

when i am alone i stand firm in myself like a boulder in the ocean but when i love the tide is too strong and i am too often swept away why do i try so hard to formulate my own center of gravity if i so easily let someone else become the moon around which i orbit if i am a planet with my own biome why do i let someone else control the weather i am growing older and i cannot flourish without letting someone else come along and destroy my garden

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poems that rhyme arent realistic because life doesnt flow that well if im an optimist, im naive if im a pessimist, im jaded i took my shirt off because it still smells like him and since life is realistic we dont rhyme if im an optimist, im left to fix my own broken stanza if im a pessimist, the poem is left unfinished **** everyone who told me that poems were meant to rhyme

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Apr 1, 2022

Apr 1, 2022 at 4:59 AM UTC

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poems that rhyme arent realistic because life doesnt flow that well if im an optimist, im naive if im a pessimist, im jaded i took my shirt off because it still smells like him and since life is realistic we dont rhyme if im an optimist, im left to fix my own broken stanza if im a pessimist, the poem is left unfinished **** everyone who told me that poems were meant to rhyme

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i never kept a diary for long because i always found myself ripping out the pages of the memories that i didnt want to remember. if my life were a book ideally half of the pages would be missing. if my memory were a song the melody would be scrambled by boughts of abrupt silence. my skin feels chafed by eraser marks even though erasers do not work on human flesh. my brain feels scrambled by a large black scribble desperately trying to cover the things i dont want to remember. i wish to function as a clock with wind up hands so that i can tell time where to go instead. i am ripping out my intestines like vcr tape. why are the memories still playing?

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Apr 1, 2022

Apr 1, 2022 at 4:51 AM UTC

memory 404

i never kept a diary for long because i always found myself ripping out the pages of the memories that i didnt want to remember. if my life were a book ideally half of the pages would be missing. if my memory were a song the melody would be scrambled by boughts of abrupt silence. my skin feels chafed by eraser marks even though erasers do not work on human flesh. my brain feels scrambled by a large black scribble desperately trying to cover the things i dont want to remember. i wish to function as a clock with wind up hands so that i can tell time where to go instead. i am ripping out my intestines like vcr tape. why are the memories still playing?

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i would pour the stars from my irises if it meant that you could see me the way that i see you the words used to flow so freely from my brain but then i grew older the sky became darker the galaxy faded like the peeling bumper stickers on my car i forgot what the milky way looked like from here even if you cannot see me i am shining even if i am only an ember i am reignited the constellations have been restored as i look at you but i am faded to you as the world once was to me

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Apr 1, 2022

Apr 1, 2022 at 4:41 AM UTC

heartbreak supernova

i would pour the stars from my irises if it meant that you could see me the way that i see you the words used to flow so freely from my brain but then i grew older the sky became darker the galaxy faded like the peeling bumper stickers on my car i forgot what the milky way looked like from here even if you cannot see me i am shining even if i am only an ember i am reignited the constellations have been restored as i look at you but i am faded to you as the world once was to me

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and so ill let my feelings trail off like a lukewarm ending to what was meant to be a perfect fairytale

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Oct 28, 2019

Oct 28, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC

my heart is full and his is not