nicole-12 - Hello Poetry

Days become better Days become bitter Last month I was happy This month I am unkind. The fog steals me away. When the days are good I wonder to myself "When will it start slipping? I know too well it is coming soon." Then morning comes And I feel a slight fog insidiously creeping darkening my mind. Suddenly the sun doesn't shine as bright. Suffocating air catches in my throat And my heart is an awful weight in my chest. on the verge of exploding, Thumping harder. Pumping bad blood. Hot and sick. All I have to do is open my eyes to see that things are not what they should be, And an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness blankets me in my own disappointments. Soon enough the days will become brighter. It will be easier to live in my skin, And the fog will ebb out. But I know it hasn't disappeared. The fog is just waiting. It will be back.

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Dec 17, 2013

Dec 17, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC

Overwhelming Feeling of Hopelessness

Days become better Days become bitter Last month I was happy This month I am unkind. The fog steals me away. When the days are good I wonder to myself "When will it start slipping? I know too well it is coming soon." Then morning comes And I feel a slight fog insidiously creeping darkening my mind. Suddenly the sun doesn't shine as bright. Suffocating air catches in my throat And my heart is an awful weight in my chest. on the verge of exploding, Thumping harder. Pumping bad blood. Hot and sick. All I have to do is open my eyes to see that things are not what they should be, And an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness blankets me in my own disappointments. Soon enough the days will become brighter. It will be easier to live in my skin, And the fog will ebb out. But I know it hasn't disappeared. The fog is just waiting. It will be back.

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Our moments together were An inconvenience for both, Necessity for neither, Desired only by me. I was a stupid, little girl. I need not hold back tears My ducts for you dried out When my Faith, love, and trust Ebbed away with Disappointing and lackluster years Dropped down a bottomless pit Your ability to ignore My existence remains Ever admirable While my sentiments remain Everlastingly indifferent I'm a cold-natured soul When you're an old man You will think back on the days You wasted our time, And turned a blind eye You'll wonder why your only begotten child left your life If you are lucky enough to reach an age of old A numbness so comfortable Unspeakably whole On your deathbed Peacefully waiting The departure of your soul Notice, I won't be there I've turned a blind eye. Oh, father, you've taught me too well

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May 14, 2013

May 14, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC

Blind Eye (You've Taught Me Too Well)

Our moments together were An inconvenience for both, Necessity for neither, Desired only by me. I was a stupid, little girl. I need not hold back tears My ducts for you dried out When my Faith, love, and trust Ebbed away with Disappointing and lackluster years Dropped down a bottomless pit Your ability to ignore My existence remains Ever admirable While my sentiments remain Everlastingly indifferent I'm a cold-natured soul When you're an old man You will think back on the days You wasted our time, And turned a blind eye You'll wonder why your only begotten child left your life If you are lucky enough to reach an age of old A numbness so comfortable Unspeakably whole On your deathbed Peacefully waiting The departure of your soul Notice, I won't be there I've turned a blind eye. Oh, father, you've taught me too well

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I discovered a flaw today. Why had I been left in the dark? Was it the lighting that stole my attention Or was it in light of certain events?

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Feb 20, 2013

Feb 20, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC

Flaw

I discovered a flaw today. Why had I been left in the dark? Was it the lighting that stole my attention Or was it in light of certain events?

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Oh, how I compromise to amuse you Tell me, is that how I abuse you? Your false claims ring in the back of my mind, But this time Will I fall for the ******** Or peel back the rind? The pain is selfsame in the morning And into the night . Vicissitude of the severity throws my soul Through a thunderstorm of fright . How could I surmise The reality to warp Into what I desire? Into a grand surprise? How selfish, How naive, How foolishly childish of me?

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC

Vicissitude of a Misfortunate Soul

Oh, how I compromise to amuse you Tell me, is that how I abuse you? Your false claims ring in the back of my mind, But this time Will I fall for the ******** Or peel back the rind? The pain is selfsame in the morning And into the night . Vicissitude of the severity throws my soul Through a thunderstorm of fright . How could I surmise The reality to warp Into what I desire? Into a grand surprise? How selfish, How naive, How foolishly childish of me?

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