m71 - Hello Poetry

the real virus is ignorance and you choose not to wear your mask infecting those around you with selfishness and cocky insecurities the rising stench of death is the aroma of entitlement and lack of respect for humanity that you parade around like a tattoo the weak signing their own death sentences being forced to prepare goodbyes without the chance to have a say you aren't god karen

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Sep 2, 2020

Sep 2, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC

the anti-mask karens and the self-righteous teens

the real virus is ignorance and you choose not to wear your mask infecting those around you with selfishness and cocky insecurities the rising stench of death is the aroma of entitlement and lack of respect for humanity that you parade around like a tattoo the weak signing their own death sentences being forced to prepare goodbyes without the chance to have a say you aren't god karen

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its no longer a trend i see us scrapping for words and bleeding our feelings onto paper while the rest of them hide and dismiss the thought of expressing emotions what is a poem, if it is no longer read? what are we, if we are the only ones listening? is it cooler to pretend and make fun of your passion like the new generations are doing? i don't know where i am going with this

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC

is poetry dying?

its no longer a trend i see us scrapping for words and bleeding our feelings onto paper while the rest of them hide and dismiss the thought of expressing emotions what is a poem, if it is no longer read? what are we, if we are the only ones listening? is it cooler to pretend and make fun of your passion like the new generations are doing? i don't know where i am going with this

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i never really fought the labels and stereotypes i was given growing up. never denied rumors or shown myself to the people around me who i really was. and those rumors were actually awful thinking on it now. some people really grew up having those thoughts about me and have gone on for years thinking i was this person they heard about. isn't that strange to think about? someone out there knew you casually for years in school or work or in the neighborhood and you will never fully know how they saw you. its taken me almost 4 years to realize i didn't have to be afraid. nobody would ever stand up for me the way that i could've stood up for myself. although i know now i will forever stand alone for being different around these parts-at least i am left standing being who i really am.

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC

assumptions: a journal entry

i never really fought the labels and stereotypes i was given growing up. never denied rumors or shown myself to the people around me who i really was. and those rumors were actually awful thinking on it now. some people really grew up having those thoughts about me and have gone on for years thinking i was this person they heard about. isn't that strange to think about? someone out there knew you casually for years in school or work or in the neighborhood and you will never fully know how they saw you. its taken me almost 4 years to realize i didn't have to be afraid. nobody would ever stand up for me the way that i could've stood up for myself. although i know now i will forever stand alone for being different around these parts-at least i am left standing being who i really am.

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i did make the choice, to not go down that road. do you know how it feels to constantly procrastinate your feelings? i put them in the back seat and kept driving. ignoring the warnings lighting up in the corners of my eyes as i pass them. am i waiting for something? i know i am. no-avoiding. i don't think anyone is waiting for me. but then again it is my fault that i am always late.

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC

late to the party

i did make the choice, to not go down that road. do you know how it feels to constantly procrastinate your feelings? i put them in the back seat and kept driving. ignoring the warnings lighting up in the corners of my eyes as i pass them. am i waiting for something? i know i am. no-avoiding. i don't think anyone is waiting for me. but then again it is my fault that i am always late.

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but i'm not sure how i come across i latch onto my thoughts and feelings but my words are still at a loss if the world does spin the time is ours and the night has just begun but if the sky does die and our light is lost i will still be biting my tongue

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC

i have a lot to say

but i'm not sure how i come across i latch onto my thoughts and feelings but my words are still at a loss if the world does spin the time is ours and the night has just begun but if the sky does die and our light is lost i will still be biting my tongue

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i write it all here for myself to read so i can try to leave it behind but without a doubt they roam these grounds and haunt me after i've moved on

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC

graveyard for my feelings

i write it all here for myself to read so i can try to leave it behind but without a doubt they roam these grounds and haunt me after i've moved on

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rain is on the ground you were in my reach i should've turned and told you instead i fell into the- -oh i fell into the loneliness and then you left

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC

i suppose its a curse

rain is on the ground you were in my reach i should've turned and told you instead i fell into the- -oh i fell into the loneliness and then you left

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Sometimes I say things and nobody listens So I swallow the words that are stuck in between my teeth while the echo of my expectations are left ringing in my ears Sometimes I am here but nobody sees me So I sink into the walls as the shadow surrounding the room while my eyes close and I view myself as a nail in chipped wallpaper They walk away from me without realizing it. Going somewhere that I cannot go. Do you want to walk away from yourself too? Feeling like I am the message between the lines that nobody can read, I sleep fall asleep under the covers.

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May 16, 2020

May 16, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC

ghost

Sometimes I say things and nobody listens So I swallow the words that are stuck in between my teeth while the echo of my expectations are left ringing in my ears Sometimes I am here but nobody sees me So I sink into the walls as the shadow surrounding the room while my eyes close and I view myself as a nail in chipped wallpaper They walk away from me without realizing it. Going somewhere that I cannot go. Do you want to walk away from yourself too? Feeling like I am the message between the lines that nobody can read, I sleep fall asleep under the covers.

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Can you banish me to the shadows and shower me with my collected tears. Cleanse the sin of always longing for more and slaughter the remaining feelings that I have swimming around in my hollowed being. Coughing up the words I swallowed down deep I beg to be left alone in regret and unfiltered sorrow. Catching the scent of a decaying rose resting in the cage that lives in the center of my sleepless body. Call it out, and I will take your pain into my own. I will do it for the sake of your horned soul so I can revive something in mine Conning my way through my final days leaving behind your happiness.

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 2:17 AM UTC

Contain

Can you banish me to the shadows and shower me with my collected tears. Cleanse the sin of always longing for more and slaughter the remaining feelings that I have swimming around in my hollowed being. Coughing up the words I swallowed down deep I beg to be left alone in regret and unfiltered sorrow. Catching the scent of a decaying rose resting in the cage that lives in the center of my sleepless body. Call it out, and I will take your pain into my own. I will do it for the sake of your horned soul so I can revive something in mine Conning my way through my final days leaving behind your happiness.

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i paint my nails like the sky changes seasons in the same light and dark ways but just for all different reasons my boredom is wilting my heart like a flower how lonesome and pitiful i decay by the hour i have no more feelings like a whisper-less hum a melody out of tune a song become numb if i could find the reason why i wouldn't be down on all fours searching on blindly closing all the wrong doors im noticing that it is hard to just be free when i settle on being something other than me the way that i am people treat like the plague so i've settled my case and become somewhat vague

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC

vague

i paint my nails like the sky changes seasons in the same light and dark ways but just for all different reasons my boredom is wilting my heart like a flower how lonesome and pitiful i decay by the hour i have no more feelings like a whisper-less hum a melody out of tune a song become numb if i could find the reason why i wouldn't be down on all fours searching on blindly closing all the wrong doors im noticing that it is hard to just be free when i settle on being something other than me the way that i am people treat like the plague so i've settled my case and become somewhat vague

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