moyeeswrites - Hello Poetry

The pit It’s overwhelming, the depth of it all, The length you fall, before you hit the bottom The deep, the mess The engulfing darkness the smell of cold wet rocks And dead grass The shrilling silence that deafens the echo of the wind as you fall the air that fills your lungs almost seems fresh before you take your last breath.

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Jan 25, 2020

Jan 25, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC

the p i t

The pit It’s overwhelming, the depth of it all, The length you fall, before you hit the bottom The deep, the mess The engulfing darkness the smell of cold wet rocks And dead grass The shrilling silence that deafens the echo of the wind as you fall the air that fills your lungs almost seems fresh before you take your last breath.

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mama, I love you, but you just dont see, how the joy has left me. I no longer feel, from the tips of my fingers to my toes. I feel absolutely nothing. mama I wish you would listen when I say, maybe I could learn to feel again. but mama says, it isnt real. it will pass. pray. stop thinking so much. mama, I'm trying.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC

mama

mama, I love you, but you just dont see, how the joy has left me. I no longer feel, from the tips of my fingers to my toes. I feel absolutely nothing. mama I wish you would listen when I say, maybe I could learn to feel again. but mama says, it isnt real. it will pass. pray. stop thinking so much. mama, I'm trying.

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so theres this ocean, big and blue, beautiful. so much life breathing in its waters, how could I have seen? the death that swam beneath.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC

beneath

so theres this ocean, big and blue, beautiful. so much life breathing in its waters, how could I have seen? the death that swam beneath.

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what should one say, when they think about the end - twice a day, should I say I'm okay? or should I say nothing.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC

nothing

what should one say, when they think about the end - twice a day, should I say I'm okay? or should I say nothing.

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I feel that of those I hate, I cry the words of their fate, I see the world in which they lie, the somber meaning of their cry, I hear the wind that cuts beneath their feet, I tremble as they accept defeat.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC

Youth

I feel that of those I hate, I cry the words of their fate, I see the world in which they lie, the somber meaning of their cry, I hear the wind that cuts beneath their feet, I tremble as they accept defeat.

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I can't do this anymore, I just cant.

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Jul 19, 2019

Jul 19, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC

Untitled

I can't do this anymore, I just cant.

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Does it ever end, this expanse of pain, and suffering. I dont understand why, why am I hear if I all I seemed to do is cry and waste away and crawl further into myself. Please explain why I seem to see no end to this feeling i feel all the time. Pain, no matter if i am genuinely happy or sad, theres just this pain I feel. Like I'm constantly in pain just for existing. As if it will ever end as long as I have breathe in my lungs and speech on my tongue. It will just be pain. I dont understand why.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC

p a i n

Does it ever end, this expanse of pain, and suffering. I dont understand why, why am I hear if I all I seemed to do is cry and waste away and crawl further into myself. Please explain why I seem to see no end to this feeling i feel all the time. Pain, no matter if i am genuinely happy or sad, theres just this pain I feel. Like I'm constantly in pain just for existing. As if it will ever end as long as I have breathe in my lungs and speech on my tongue. It will just be pain. I dont understand why.

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I'm restless, I cant sleep. This lump in my throat, The burn in my eyes, the cold in my feet. The salt on my cheeks, the pain in my back, I'm restless, I cant sleep. The pictures in my mind, when i close my eyes, The sounds in my head, when I think too far, The memories I feel, the wounds that wont heal. I'm restless and I cant sleep. I'm afraid of what I'll be, if I cant wake up, And be the person i was, before I was this me.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC

Restless

I'm restless, I cant sleep. This lump in my throat, The burn in my eyes, the cold in my feet. The salt on my cheeks, the pain in my back, I'm restless, I cant sleep. The pictures in my mind, when i close my eyes, The sounds in my head, when I think too far, The memories I feel, the wounds that wont heal. I'm restless and I cant sleep. I'm afraid of what I'll be, if I cant wake up, And be the person i was, before I was this me.

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