mia-20 - Hello Poetry

Isn't it kinda crazy when you can actually feel yourself breaking. Like when you tap a plate and can tell if it's going to crack Or something like that. My mum taught me it's something like that. And life's funny cause all while you're breaking it continues. And you're making a strangers morning latte And you're listening to other people ask your favourite lecturer questions And you might be about to fall to pieces. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever actually going to break. Sometimes I think I broke ages ago and just gathered the biggest pieces, Leaving the small shards of myself behind.

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Feb 23, 2024

Feb 23, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC

What's the best glue to use on a soul?

Isn't it kinda crazy when you can actually feel yourself breaking. Like when you tap a plate and can tell if it's going to crack Or something like that. My mum taught me it's something like that. And life's funny cause all while you're breaking it continues. And you're making a strangers morning latte And you're listening to other people ask your favourite lecturer questions And you might be about to fall to pieces. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever actually going to break. Sometimes I think I broke ages ago and just gathered the biggest pieces, Leaving the small shards of myself behind.

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I don't love myself yet But I dislike myself less than I did yesterday.

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Dec 10, 2022

Dec 10, 2022 at 9:56 AM UTC

Progress

I don't love myself yet But I dislike myself less than I did yesterday.

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Your beauty is not what sets a thousand ships to sail, It is the moon that controls the sea. It is not the beauty some men struggle in vain against, It is the wind that sings its serenades to the tree. Your laughter is not what mothers record for family movies, It is the sound angels play in heaven. It is not what movie directors long for, It is the motivation for the comedic profession. Your heart is not made to be broken, It's made to prove the existence of literary love. Your love is not manufactured to please others, You will always be so much more than enough.

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Nov 1, 2022

Nov 1, 2022 at 6:37 AM UTC

Enough

Your beauty is not what sets a thousand ships to sail, It is the moon that controls the sea. It is not the beauty some men struggle in vain against, It is the wind that sings its serenades to the tree. Your laughter is not what mothers record for family movies, It is the sound angels play in heaven. It is not what movie directors long for, It is the motivation for the comedic profession. Your heart is not made to be broken, It's made to prove the existence of literary love. Your love is not manufactured to please others, You will always be so much more than enough.

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I will pour my love into you, Saving myself no emergency reservoir, Deeming you deserving as soon as You said you "have not felt love before". I will forget and forgive in a second, to enable me to love you more, and treat you like you walk on clouds All because you said you have only ever experienced prickly affection. I will hug you tightly with love, and you will swamp me with yours grateful to have someone to give it to. I will fall for you, harder and faster than I have ever fell before. Unaware that I have been pushed by your claims of inexperienced love.

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Aug 27, 2022

Aug 27, 2022 at 7:54 AM UTC

I love too easily

I will pour my love into you, Saving myself no emergency reservoir, Deeming you deserving as soon as You said you "have not felt love before". I will forget and forgive in a second, to enable me to love you more, and treat you like you walk on clouds All because you said you have only ever experienced prickly affection. I will hug you tightly with love, and you will swamp me with yours grateful to have someone to give it to. I will fall for you, harder and faster than I have ever fell before. Unaware that I have been pushed by your claims of inexperienced love.

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Art flows out of your brain, Beauty pours from your pen, Your words enchant people, So write today, and write tomorrow, and write again

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Nov 10, 2021

Nov 10, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC

Dear Poet,