moldyraspberry - Hello Poetry

you are the 3 a.m. ghost that wakes me from my deep slumber. you haunt me in the most beautiful way possible and i just can't get enough. your scent moves swiftly towards, i hide just to deny the fact that i am completely drawn to it. give me your hand before i cower back to my safe place because life is scary at times and you are the only one that makes me feel some days are worth living. i can finally breath, i can finally thrive.

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

you are the needle lost in the haystack,

you are the 3 a.m. ghost that wakes me from my deep slumber. you haunt me in the most beautiful way possible and i just can't get enough. your scent moves swiftly towards, i hide just to deny the fact that i am completely drawn to it. give me your hand before i cower back to my safe place because life is scary at times and you are the only one that makes me feel some days are worth living. i can finally breath, i can finally thrive.

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i remember when i was young and would connect the freckles on my mother's leg like it was a game in one of those silly children's books. thing's aren't like that anymore... "why must everything change?" i'm just a withered flower dying to know what it's like to finally feel alive. i want to be home. my yearn for a placeholder. this town swallows me whole, willingly. shocked or overwhelmed. i bustle underneath my bed only to find childhood memories, but emerge to something more wishful. home is but a variable. i'm left to choose.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC

variables,

i remember when i was young and would connect the freckles on my mother's leg like it was a game in one of those silly children's books. thing's aren't like that anymore... "why must everything change?" i'm just a withered flower dying to know what it's like to finally feel alive. i want to be home. my yearn for a placeholder. this town swallows me whole, willingly. shocked or overwhelmed. i bustle underneath my bed only to find childhood memories, but emerge to something more wishful. home is but a variable. i'm left to choose.

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i'm found guilted by only the misconception that maybe life will get easier. i find myself alone late at night even when surrounded by the people that should make me feel worth, but i only seem to find melancholy. it's easy to let yourself be sad. it's not easy to get yourself out of that same sadness. i whisper goodnight to the people i love and say goodbye just in case. even if they don't hear it, at least somewhere off in the darkness where my thoughts wander off, maybe, just maybe, someone will hear.

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC

i want to be the rock you skip across a lake only to sink later on

i'm found guilted by only the misconception that maybe life will get easier. i find myself alone late at night even when surrounded by the people that should make me feel worth, but i only seem to find melancholy. it's easy to let yourself be sad. it's not easy to get yourself out of that same sadness. i whisper goodnight to the people i love and say goodbye just in case. even if they don't hear it, at least somewhere off in the darkness where my thoughts wander off, maybe, just maybe, someone will hear.

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short breaths squeezing between your slightly parted lips unknowingly harmonize with my nervous heart and the ticking of the clock in the hallway.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC

is she worth paying for bleary eyes

short breaths squeezing between your slightly parted lips unknowingly harmonize with my nervous heart and the ticking of the clock in the hallway.

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a dusty book left on a shelf only to be forgotten is the only thing i can compare myself to. how do you find happiness when the only thing you find yourself surrounded by is just a collection of the saddest novels. i'm the last dead flower in a once vibrant garden, will i ever be watered? i'm wilted, unwanted and have not a single feeling of worth. what's my purpose, i'm bleak, bleary eyed and left to decay. the ending to this story has yet to be finished, but for now i remain bookmarked waiting for her to open me once more. *i want to be your favorite book, i want to be the story you won't forget*

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC

i feel like brian jones

a dusty book left on a shelf only to be forgotten is the only thing i can compare myself to. how do you find happiness when the only thing you find yourself surrounded by is just a collection of the saddest novels. i'm the last dead flower in a once vibrant garden, will i ever be watered? i'm wilted, unwanted and have not a single feeling of worth. what's my purpose, i'm bleak, bleary eyed and left to decay. the ending to this story has yet to be finished, but for now i remain bookmarked waiting for her to open me once more. *i want to be your favorite book, i want to be the story you won't forget*

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mental photographs are flooding my head, i must burn away every image of you. when will i strike this match so i can move on. we both know i'm not that strong. i remember when the only worry i had was missing the bus and making sure i was in school before the bell had rung. things have changed, they're continuing to change along with the seasons. lonely nights, lonely days, they're all the same anymore. help me escape this nightmare, i can't do it alone. goodnight.

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Feb 22, 2015

Feb 22, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC

lets build a fort and talk in a british accent

mental photographs are flooding my head, i must burn away every image of you. when will i strike this match so i can move on. we both know i'm not that strong. i remember when the only worry i had was missing the bus and making sure i was in school before the bell had rung. things have changed, they're continuing to change along with the seasons. lonely nights, lonely days, they're all the same anymore. help me escape this nightmare, i can't do it alone. goodnight.

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you said you wouldn't hurt me, but your words left bruises.

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC

untitled

you said you wouldn't hurt me, but your words left bruises.

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i see her stare out of the corner of these bleary eyes. i wonder what she is looking at. "why is she staring in such a perpetual manner?" i ask myself. she makes me feel as if i'm a starry night...like she's waiting for something extraordinary to happen. i blush no one has ever looked at me the way she does, maybe i've always been afraid to let people do so. my cadaverous body goes cold only to be warmed by the endearing touch of her hand. and in that moment i knew that i wanted to spend an eternity with her, because for once... i knew i was going to be okay.

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC

gallileo's telescope must have been broken

i see her stare out of the corner of these bleary eyes. i wonder what she is looking at. "why is she staring in such a perpetual manner?" i ask myself. she makes me feel as if i'm a starry night...like she's waiting for something extraordinary to happen. i blush no one has ever looked at me the way she does, maybe i've always been afraid to let people do so. my cadaverous body goes cold only to be warmed by the endearing touch of her hand. and in that moment i knew that i wanted to spend an eternity with her, because for once... i knew i was going to be okay.

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someone once asked me to describe home and i was so close to saying your name, but instead i refrained from saying anything at all and stayed quiet. people expect me to say a ******* place, but the only place i've ever had a certainty of home was in your two arms.

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC

a little boy with his favorite blanket

someone once asked me to describe home and i was so close to saying your name, but instead i refrained from saying anything at all and stayed quiet. people expect me to say a ******* place, but the only place i've ever had a certainty of home was in your two arms.

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i'm stuck, i'm scared, i have no clue where i can turn. my last bit of hope packed their things and left a long time ago. i count the days til i'll see them again, but they left without a goodbye. i am archaic ruins trying to fabricate myself back to the way i used to be, but i'm missing too many pieces to do so. i'm left to erode and it seems that's the only coice i even have left.

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Dec 23, 2014

Dec 23, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC

lock the door before you go,

i'm stuck, i'm scared, i have no clue where i can turn. my last bit of hope packed their things and left a long time ago. i count the days til i'll see them again, but they left without a goodbye. i am archaic ruins trying to fabricate myself back to the way i used to be, but i'm missing too many pieces to do so. i'm left to erode and it seems that's the only coice i even have left.

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