madi-boley - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I feel the urge to walk the halls of the forbidden forest to witness the stars at their greatest potential and the moon at its finest hour but those times are hard to come by when my mind only leads into the abyss.

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Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC

written at 2:31 a.m.

Sometimes I feel the urge to walk the halls of the forbidden forest to witness the stars at their greatest potential and the moon at its finest hour but those times are hard to come by when my mind only leads into the abyss.

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Dangerous in its own and meaningless to most; this state is forever and I can't seem to find the reason why.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC

A Tired Mentality

Dangerous in its own and meaningless to most; this state is forever and I can't seem to find the reason why.

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Doctors and nurses shove results down my throat while parents and friends wear sympathy as a coat. I don't want your apologies. They do me no good. Believe if they did I'd accept them, I would. It just doesn't work with so much pain and ache. An "I'm sorry" cannot fix such a serious break. I know you feel bad. I know you can't do much but please please please don't say that I should embrace this crutch.

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC

A Disease Is Nothing Like A Broken Bone

Doctors and nurses shove results down my throat while parents and friends wear sympathy as a coat. I don't want your apologies. They do me no good. Believe if they did I'd accept them, I would. It just doesn't work with so much pain and ache. An "I'm sorry" cannot fix such a serious break. I know you feel bad. I know you can't do much but please please please don't say that I should embrace this crutch.

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She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. The waves being able to go as they please. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Water as blue as the bruises she hid. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Ripples swaying like she does in her sleep. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Drowning herself with ideas like she would in the tides. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Parts unexplored similar to her own. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. However the shore was her safe haven.

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Nov 22, 2015

Nov 22, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC

The Thought of the Ocean

She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. The waves being able to go as they please. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Water as blue as the bruises she hid. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Ripples swaying like she does in her sleep. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Drowning herself with ideas like she would in the tides. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. Parts unexplored similar to her own. She never enjoyed the thought of the ocean. However the shore was her safe haven.

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My heart floats in a bottle of wine Beating against the glass Throbbing with the waves My heart floats in a bottle of wine It was dripping off your lips Half gone in no time My heart floats in a bottle of wine My blood being the alcohol My skin being the kick My heart floats in a bottle of wine You were drunk But not wasted enough My heart floats in a bottle of wine Finishing with one more sip It went sinking to the bottom

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Nov 21, 2015

Nov 21, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC

My Skin Being the Kick

My heart floats in a bottle of wine Beating against the glass Throbbing with the waves My heart floats in a bottle of wine It was dripping off your lips Half gone in no time My heart floats in a bottle of wine My blood being the alcohol My skin being the kick My heart floats in a bottle of wine You were drunk But not wasted enough My heart floats in a bottle of wine Finishing with one more sip It went sinking to the bottom

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Memorizing your features as if they were a test to fail. Every crease on your cheek deserved one hundred percent. Each sparkle in your eye deserved extra credit. The way your hair curled at the end deserved a gold star. However the material I studied was wrong. The test was true or false not multiple choice. I spent too much time focusing on appearance rather than taking notes and now my score is low enough to crash. You were worth a perfect grade but I am not an A+ student and never will be.

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC

Wrong Material

Memorizing your features as if they were a test to fail. Every crease on your cheek deserved one hundred percent. Each sparkle in your eye deserved extra credit. The way your hair curled at the end deserved a gold star. However the material I studied was wrong. The test was true or false not multiple choice. I spent too much time focusing on appearance rather than taking notes and now my score is low enough to crash. You were worth a perfect grade but I am not an A+ student and never will be.

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Oh I can break your heart but all you've got is me. I can leave you. It soon will be. That's an issue you can't address without the fear of being worth any less. I'm the one that "loves you". That phrase is poor. You're here only for my purpose and nothing more. This is a poem of control and self increase. There is a larger puzzle to your smaller piece. You're blinded by my "love". You can't see past the mistakes. Telling friends of excuses. Giving me the biggest breaks. All that is proven, the power belongs to yours truly. Shedding tears. Asking for advice newly. I will move on. It's easy for me because empathy is sparse you see. I've left already but the memories stay. Burdening you of of a darker day.

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC

Control

Oh I can break your heart but all you've got is me. I can leave you. It soon will be. That's an issue you can't address without the fear of being worth any less. I'm the one that "loves you". That phrase is poor. You're here only for my purpose and nothing more. This is a poem of control and self increase. There is a larger puzzle to your smaller piece. You're blinded by my "love". You can't see past the mistakes. Telling friends of excuses. Giving me the biggest breaks. All that is proven, the power belongs to yours truly. Shedding tears. Asking for advice newly. I will move on. It's easy for me because empathy is sparse you see. I've left already but the memories stay. Burdening you of of a darker day.

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Oh how do I wish I could meet him the love my life we would be great but yet again here is the issue he's not of my kind you see I witness him through a filter and he doesn't recognize me at all his eyes cut through mine as if by magic his hairs curl in just the right way becoming similar to waves under the sea his voice can crumble me to the ground within a second he has his flaws yes and I do mine but we can be as flawless as a porcelain doll put together like a pair our worlds do not cross each other's paths are anything but close we have yet to meet one another in the best future hopefully we will.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC

And Hopefully

Oh how do I wish I could meet him the love my life we would be great but yet again here is the issue he's not of my kind you see I witness him through a filter and he doesn't recognize me at all his eyes cut through mine as if by magic his hairs curl in just the right way becoming similar to waves under the sea his voice can crumble me to the ground within a second he has his flaws yes and I do mine but we can be as flawless as a porcelain doll put together like a pair our worlds do not cross each other's paths are anything but close we have yet to meet one another in the best future hopefully we will.

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I don't want tomorrow to come so I stayed up till 1 a.m. stalling the night wishing the future could disappear and the past would vanish in time.

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC

One o'clock Thoughts

I don't want tomorrow to come so I stayed up till 1 a.m. stalling the night wishing the future could disappear and the past would vanish in time.

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Smile for the picture. Hide your feelings they'll fade soon Fake your laugh. Choke back your thoughts until you see the moon. Showing love, showing comfort, is just a child's game and pulling back the arrow is useless without a perfect aim. They want to see you flawless. No eyelash out of place. Let alone a tear streaming down your precious face.

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Sep 18, 2015

Sep 18, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC

Hiding Behind a Wall of Tears

Smile for the picture. Hide your feelings they'll fade soon Fake your laugh. Choke back your thoughts until you see the moon. Showing love, showing comfort, is just a child's game and pulling back the arrow is useless without a perfect aim. They want to see you flawless. No eyelash out of place. Let alone a tear streaming down your precious face.

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