mjvb - Hello Poetry

I gave you a part of myself and you just left it there. How could you leave my soul sitting on the coffee shop table you kissed me at? I don’t even like coffee Now I know You didn’t even like me. To you I am tea and you have a slight Distaste of leaves that separate so easily I have distaste for bitterness and caffeine. The world should keep you awake, those songs should keep you alive, but you need coffee And I am tea. I hope you fare well in the future, I now understand. My hurt is at my own fault. I should have known that you like to try before you buy. I should have learnt that when You bought your first car. Now I know. You go find your coffee, And I’ll find my tea. I am just a little sad because I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me But hindsight really is a great teacher, I now know what I should have seen then. Mixtapes are meaningless to you. I am meaningless to you. They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes while I’m eating breakfast and I remember. I order tea You are meaningless to me.

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC

Wilco and Breakfast

I gave you a part of myself and you just left it there. How could you leave my soul sitting on the coffee shop table you kissed me at? I don’t even like coffee Now I know You didn’t even like me. To you I am tea and you have a slight Distaste of leaves that separate so easily I have distaste for bitterness and caffeine. The world should keep you awake, those songs should keep you alive, but you need coffee And I am tea. I hope you fare well in the future, I now understand. My hurt is at my own fault. I should have known that you like to try before you buy. I should have learnt that when You bought your first car. Now I know. You go find your coffee, And I’ll find my tea. I am just a little sad because I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me But hindsight really is a great teacher, I now know what I should have seen then. Mixtapes are meaningless to you. I am meaningless to you. They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes while I’m eating breakfast and I remember. I order tea You are meaningless to me.

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How can I access these feelings I’ve never felt before? No experience can measure to the pain I feel internally, fragmentally. I’ve never felt real pain, but I can write. I can imagine how it is to feel this way is this indirect or insincere? I’m not sure. But I feel it. In my lungs I feel it. In my heart I feel it. In my brain I feel it. Pain I’ve never experienced, It’s inside of me and I can’t make it leave. How do I make it leave?

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC

Is This Empathy?

How can I access these feelings I’ve never felt before? No experience can measure to the pain I feel internally, fragmentally. I’ve never felt real pain, but I can write. I can imagine how it is to feel this way is this indirect or insincere? I’m not sure. But I feel it. In my lungs I feel it. In my heart I feel it. In my brain I feel it. Pain I’ve never experienced, It’s inside of me and I can’t make it leave. How do I make it leave?

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This anger is like an iron fist in my chest. I want to break you like you broke me. I want to crush your bones, until they are nothing more than stardust. I want to scatter them in the wind so you are everywhere and no where at the same moment. I hate you and I love you. I want to breathe you in, I want to exhale you out. You are within and without my body and my soul. I want you gone, but I never want you to leave. I need you, but I don’t want you.

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC

Stardust

This anger is like an iron fist in my chest. I want to break you like you broke me. I want to crush your bones, until they are nothing more than stardust. I want to scatter them in the wind so you are everywhere and no where at the same moment. I hate you and I love you. I want to breathe you in, I want to exhale you out. You are within and without my body and my soul. I want you gone, but I never want you to leave. I need you, but I don’t want you.

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We seek perfection, our souls to be pure. We fear God, of not being good enough. We fear hell, of being in eternal torment. But what really torments us is the weight of these expectations, for an idea made up in our minds. We are running a race so far lost that before we are born, we are a product of sin. We are so enchanted by this light; the eternal flame. But the light is artificial. An ideal constructed by humanity. The phosphlorescent bulb that lights our night, and guides our way in the dark. It ensnares us. We blindly pursue the light, like moths to a flame, we fool ourselves with desire. We can never touch this light. It is the sun, the moon and the stars. But even the stars we see in the sky are dead, when we see them shine so bright. Even the stars die, wishing to be pure bringing us beauty, even so. Sins are unavoidable; unless you live a life of mere content. Instead we choose a tormented soul and are killed slowly with the tantilising desire of the unattainable.

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC

Artificial Light

We seek perfection, our souls to be pure. We fear God, of not being good enough. We fear hell, of being in eternal torment. But what really torments us is the weight of these expectations, for an idea made up in our minds. We are running a race so far lost that before we are born, we are a product of sin. We are so enchanted by this light; the eternal flame. But the light is artificial. An ideal constructed by humanity. The phosphlorescent bulb that lights our night, and guides our way in the dark. It ensnares us. We blindly pursue the light, like moths to a flame, we fool ourselves with desire. We can never touch this light. It is the sun, the moon and the stars. But even the stars we see in the sky are dead, when we see them shine so bright. Even the stars die, wishing to be pure bringing us beauty, even so. Sins are unavoidable; unless you live a life of mere content. Instead we choose a tormented soul and are killed slowly with the tantilising desire of the unattainable.

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