mmikee - Hello Poetry

he was holding at the end holding at the end of the line maybe hoping maybe ending I dare not to see what's in his mind I teased a little bit shaking the end of the line it was me holding on it was me at the other end of the line where were we? both at the ends of a road ends of the road not together but a part realized that by the end tried to hold on by the ends oh, but it slip! you let go you let go of the string that connects our line.

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC

The Film

he was holding at the end holding at the end of the line maybe hoping maybe ending I dare not to see what's in his mind I teased a little bit shaking the end of the line it was me holding on it was me at the other end of the line where were we? both at the ends of a road ends of the road not together but a part realized that by the end tried to hold on by the ends oh, but it slip! you let go you let go of the string that connects our line.

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One day I'll go One day you will know One day we'll see and one day we'll understand besides me, there was her besides you, there was two besides everything, it stops and go life, and whatever that comes in between there were many uncertain certainties many

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC

Untitled

One day I'll go One day you will know One day we'll see and one day we'll understand besides me, there was her besides you, there was two besides everything, it stops and go life, and whatever that comes in between there were many uncertain certainties many

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all alone, listening to the radio trying to find the song that caught you trying to find the song that caught me trying to find the song that caught us I was never this sad I was never this stressed I tried to see the clearing should have just asked for spacing Now I have to wander and wonder all alone, deserted by you, and your pieces of letters, pieces of songs, pieces... pieces of you that you have left for me What was that for?

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC

To my beloved

all alone, listening to the radio trying to find the song that caught you trying to find the song that caught me trying to find the song that caught us I was never this sad I was never this stressed I tried to see the clearing should have just asked for spacing Now I have to wander and wonder all alone, deserted by you, and your pieces of letters, pieces of songs, pieces... pieces of you that you have left for me What was that for?

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Can't break the pretense it's what keeps me straying Can't really help but keep it to spill will fill nothing but hatred holding the act just a little bit just maybe someone may see it not from you but maybe just a little and maybe you... laughing and squealing our heart out I almost asked it, almost say it what was it, where did it began? always dazing, that was me fallin' what are "we" really? maybe there ain't we just me and you nothing more than two.

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Nov 15, 2015

Nov 15, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC

What are "we" really?

Can't break the pretense it's what keeps me straying Can't really help but keep it to spill will fill nothing but hatred holding the act just a little bit just maybe someone may see it not from you but maybe just a little and maybe you... laughing and squealing our heart out I almost asked it, almost say it what was it, where did it began? always dazing, that was me fallin' what are "we" really? maybe there ain't we just me and you nothing more than two.

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Remember when we talked about death? I said it must have been a savior to those who suffered who seeks but does not found reason who was left out who was unloved, unadored who was pained and who regrets the most but you said otherwise you said death is the reason for beauty, love, hope and good to exist you said that people would not expect anything in life without death... I have gone to a lot of thinking again I was troubled with sweet and sad memories this morning and I have thought... that the reason we fear death the idea of oblivion memories slipping into that black hole...that nothingness it pains every inch of me and cringe my very soul. that must be it.

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC

I think it's time for me to move on.

Remember when we talked about death? I said it must have been a savior to those who suffered who seeks but does not found reason who was left out who was unloved, unadored who was pained and who regrets the most but you said otherwise you said death is the reason for beauty, love, hope and good to exist you said that people would not expect anything in life without death... I have gone to a lot of thinking again I was troubled with sweet and sad memories this morning and I have thought... that the reason we fear death the idea of oblivion memories slipping into that black hole...that nothingness it pains every inch of me and cringe my very soul. that must be it.

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In these devious time you had bring forth your light once again, you have saved me that smile and stare of yours how could I ever repay you you have kept me from sanity you have made me look into tomorrow let that continue still let me see you more, and feel you more

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC

Keepsake

In these devious time you had bring forth your light once again, you have saved me that smile and stare of yours how could I ever repay you you have kept me from sanity you have made me look into tomorrow let that continue still let me see you more, and feel you more

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he was looking at her her mistakes and petty trouble he says he loves her because of that he looks at her more and less of me he tells me his troubles oh and I think I am the one concerned for I toss and turn and bleed for its me who hurts most and her the least he tells me his secrets and I tell him I'll be quiet as I can be but the bottle has been crushed I am not amused at the very least he made me mad while her... fall fast asleep he tell me he loves her and me his bottle of list I cannot hold on I needed to move on for I fall and fall hard for him but he never sees me and never will I will fall and break nothing will say 'poor ye girl' for I was not warned this was the consequence of falling in love to someone.

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC

Friendzoned

he was looking at her her mistakes and petty trouble he says he loves her because of that he looks at her more and less of me he tells me his troubles oh and I think I am the one concerned for I toss and turn and bleed for its me who hurts most and her the least he tells me his secrets and I tell him I'll be quiet as I can be but the bottle has been crushed I am not amused at the very least he made me mad while her... fall fast asleep he tell me he loves her and me his bottle of list I cannot hold on I needed to move on for I fall and fall hard for him but he never sees me and never will I will fall and break nothing will say 'poor ye girl' for I was not warned this was the consequence of falling in love to someone.

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Am I finally at the entrance? where according to hearsay; no one dared to enter? no one ever came back? no one can escape? Is this the dark wood? where man has lost and lost his path? where man face his fears and damns his past? Is this the dark wood if I may ask? If it be so I dare pray that light may shine and show my way It is cold and at the same time blazing hot this may be a delusion or confusion If it be so I dare pray that I may be let and live again I have learned my lessons I shall never return and turn my back again

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC

Dark Wood

Am I finally at the entrance? where according to hearsay; no one dared to enter? no one ever came back? no one can escape? Is this the dark wood? where man has lost and lost his path? where man face his fears and damns his past? Is this the dark wood if I may ask? If it be so I dare pray that light may shine and show my way It is cold and at the same time blazing hot this may be a delusion or confusion If it be so I dare pray that I may be let and live again I have learned my lessons I shall never return and turn my back again

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Dear heart, how could thou hold still all tis while? how could thou beat all forms of throbbing and hurting? how could thou hold? how could thou? I am unworthy of thy service I am unworthy of thy trust I am unworthy of anything for I fall and I break I never learned I am fragile I am stubborn I am weak, and that is trouble If I were thou and you were I I should be in trouble for you know the mind and will are sometimes lost Oh dear heart, how will I ever repay you?

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Sep 19, 2015

Sep 19, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC

Dear heart

Dear heart, how could thou hold still all tis while? how could thou beat all forms of throbbing and hurting? how could thou hold? how could thou? I am unworthy of thy service I am unworthy of thy trust I am unworthy of anything for I fall and I break I never learned I am fragile I am stubborn I am weak, and that is trouble If I were thou and you were I I should be in trouble for you know the mind and will are sometimes lost Oh dear heart, how will I ever repay you?

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No, don't look at me Nobody asked for your judging stare Nobody asked for your pity as well Don't say I'll be okay, 'cause I'll never be I am always scarced always scared. They say life is beautiful but whenever people look at me I see hatred, despise, and worse, judgement No, life is not beautiful Let me be Let me be alone I would rather look at myself I would rather love myself alone. don't look at me don't try to be nobody asked you I didn't asked you so don't don't be.

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC

The World

No, don't look at me Nobody asked for your judging stare Nobody asked for your pity as well Don't say I'll be okay, 'cause I'll never be I am always scarced always scared. They say life is beautiful but whenever people look at me I see hatred, despise, and worse, judgement No, life is not beautiful Let me be Let me be alone I would rather look at myself I would rather love myself alone. don't look at me don't try to be nobody asked you I didn't asked you so don't don't be.

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