nm522 - Hello Poetry

Me to universe: What about me? Universe to me: Well, what about you?

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC

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Me to universe: What about me? Universe to me: Well, what about you?

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The floor opened up and Enveloped me in Without even giving me the chance to Breathe It swallowed me whole

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC

20W 1:44am

The floor opened up and Enveloped me in Without even giving me the chance to Breathe It swallowed me whole

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I hate birds but I've been teaching them how to sing For you Even though you lurk in the Depths of my mind - surfacing Momentarily at all of the wrong times Torturing me Alluring Exhilarating- me I could not imagine a single Millisecond that you are not Behind my eyes I could not go a day without internally hearing your voice - You are the ocean and I am the Smallest crustacean - a bottom feeder You are the moon and I am the sun I die everyday so that you can Breathe I could not live this life without you Even if it is spent away from you - You are here Within me You are in every song I hear Every sunset I see Every inch of me burns with your touch Why did I not leave a space of my own? 1, 1,00, 100,000 years from now Even after out souls have returned to Their rightful homes- Yours the tress and mine The constellations (opposites) I will love you You will always be the first rock - That started my landside The first disturbance that caused my Avalanche The center of my being, my world, my galaxy, my universe I want to die like this If love were a window you were The whole **** house

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

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I hate birds but I've been teaching them how to sing For you Even though you lurk in the Depths of my mind - surfacing Momentarily at all of the wrong times Torturing me Alluring Exhilarating- me I could not imagine a single Millisecond that you are not Behind my eyes I could not go a day without internally hearing your voice - You are the ocean and I am the Smallest crustacean - a bottom feeder You are the moon and I am the sun I die everyday so that you can Breathe I could not live this life without you Even if it is spent away from you - You are here Within me You are in every song I hear Every sunset I see Every inch of me burns with your touch Why did I not leave a space of my own? 1, 1,00, 100,000 years from now Even after out souls have returned to Their rightful homes- Yours the tress and mine The constellations (opposites) I will love you You will always be the first rock - That started my landside The first disturbance that caused my Avalanche The center of my being, my world, my galaxy, my universe I want to die like this If love were a window you were The whole **** house

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She wore flowers in her hair And anger in her eyes Had a strong hate for her father And thought birthdays were stupid He memorized every notch in her spine And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles, Became his new favorite hobby Tattoos adorned his arms Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars, And was responsible for the moon Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there Swimming through her bloodstream He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her For she was his Abigail Williams And she always said, "God damns all liars"

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC

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She wore flowers in her hair And anger in her eyes Had a strong hate for her father And thought birthdays were stupid He memorized every notch in her spine And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles, Became his new favorite hobby Tattoos adorned his arms Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars, And was responsible for the moon Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there Swimming through her bloodstream He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her For she was his Abigail Williams And she always said, "God damns all liars"

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Compare me to a winter's day My insides are icicles Threatening to drop, to shatter at the slightest disturbance My demons are hibernating, hungry and wrapped in fur Anticipating the first sight of spring Fullness My heart is bleak Barren A cracked stone wall runs along its edges Flowers could bloom there, but not in this coldness Not in this absence My blood is screaming as it ravages inside of this empty shell "I just want to die. I just want to die. I just want to die." it howls Where is my spring? Where is my solace?

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC

Winter

Compare me to a winter's day My insides are icicles Threatening to drop, to shatter at the slightest disturbance My demons are hibernating, hungry and wrapped in fur Anticipating the first sight of spring Fullness My heart is bleak Barren A cracked stone wall runs along its edges Flowers could bloom there, but not in this coldness Not in this absence My blood is screaming as it ravages inside of this empty shell "I just want to die. I just want to die. I just want to die." it howls Where is my spring? Where is my solace?

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