o0SNOW0o - Hello Poetry

Today I hurt the one I Love our paper union crumpled stood a broken man yet tears not formed inside his soul too dead to mourn He wept all night tho no sound he made he cut and sliced with long shiny blades till all the darkness, black and contempt lay oozing out onto his bed Now he sits patiently waiting the screen he screams, wishing, debating just one message or call anticipated his eyes burn from the light, praying Swirling hate and distaste remains he would end it all if her life would be saved but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his can never be saved except without him

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC

Tuesday 01:08 2nd April 2018

Today I hurt the one I Love our paper union crumpled stood a broken man yet tears not formed inside his soul too dead to mourn He wept all night tho no sound he made he cut and sliced with long shiny blades till all the darkness, black and contempt lay oozing out onto his bed Now he sits patiently waiting the screen he screams, wishing, debating just one message or call anticipated his eyes burn from the light, praying Swirling hate and distaste remains he would end it all if her life would be saved but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his can never be saved except without him

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It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ... They are not our words anymore... The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart... They are not our memories anymore... At.... .....the... ......End of it all it will be just me and you... No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC

My Hyperthymesia.

It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ... They are not our words anymore... The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart... They are not our memories anymore... At.... .....the... ......End of it all it will be just me and you... No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

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Back in the summer when strong mist filled the air Birds call filling the sky, excitement, without a care but something still felt off, black, bitter and receding heartbroken I knew it was lack of love that I was feeling. Open stretched arms to hug a face that I had forgotten I tried to hold your hand before it disappeared but I must have dropped it, Because you sank into the crowd just another woman in the streets and my body became lifeless like a carcass before a feast. To my realization after everyone had gone Only I would have known this after I became alone That to my horrible yet obscure disbelieve, The woman I dreamt of was mearly a dream.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC

The Woman Who I Dreamt.

Back in the summer when strong mist filled the air Birds call filling the sky, excitement, without a care but something still felt off, black, bitter and receding heartbroken I knew it was lack of love that I was feeling. Open stretched arms to hug a face that I had forgotten I tried to hold your hand before it disappeared but I must have dropped it, Because you sank into the crowd just another woman in the streets and my body became lifeless like a carcass before a feast. To my realization after everyone had gone Only I would have known this after I became alone That to my horrible yet obscure disbelieve, The woman I dreamt of was mearly a dream.

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This fairly memory doth hinder and entrance me so But sleeping due falls onto those in need of verily It is with weaker hearts do entangle my ebonize soul And hadst add haste to maimed eyes merily My maidens eyes do not contain shine like the sun Nor does her heart contain love that might share Instead maiden blue shows caluce feelings noone And grey eyes replied doth my vision ensnare

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC

Ode to

This fairly memory doth hinder and entrance me so But sleeping due falls onto those in need of verily It is with weaker hearts do entangle my ebonize soul And hadst add haste to maimed eyes merily My maidens eyes do not contain shine like the sun Nor does her heart contain love that might share Instead maiden blue shows caluce feelings noone And grey eyes replied doth my vision ensnare

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Try and succeed to relieve all that is needed from need and all you shall receive from life is but a dream, yet painful sorrows and melancholic mellows show true despair in the form of shadows. To what do I deserve this existence fated, shall I remind you of how we were created and bated into believing there is a reason for life's unjustifiable treasons or do you merely conceive this dimension of its meaningless meanness. For it is despair that intertwines convoluted parallel exultancy. That and the indulgent parade of unmistakably acceptable pleasantries that life's joy brings to me.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC

Existence

Try and succeed to relieve all that is needed from need and all you shall receive from life is but a dream, yet painful sorrows and melancholic mellows show true despair in the form of shadows. To what do I deserve this existence fated, shall I remind you of how we were created and bated into believing there is a reason for life's unjustifiable treasons or do you merely conceive this dimension of its meaningless meanness. For it is despair that intertwines convoluted parallel exultancy. That and the indulgent parade of unmistakably acceptable pleasantries that life's joy brings to me.

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Sweet summer breeze compared to leaves falls gently as the sky fills with colourful trees. The branches stretch out to welcome me and gravity becomes my minds needs. The rain explains a way for spectral excellence to prove that mist contains powerful sense. Ecliptic fog that shows beauty and causes shock explains life’s way of creating love.

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC

Rainbow

Sweet summer breeze compared to leaves falls gently as the sky fills with colourful trees. The branches stretch out to welcome me and gravity becomes my minds needs. The rain explains a way for spectral excellence to prove that mist contains powerful sense. Ecliptic fog that shows beauty and causes shock explains life’s way of creating love.

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Echo location the spaceships invade me like sound waves crashing against the empty sea. Sonar the signal, needles and spindles, interrupting my thoughts like midnights mantel. Resounding inside spilling out what I lie the liquid I poor are the memory echoes of my life. Kinetic and alive like tiny ripples in time I leave my print crashing like the waves in my mind.

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC

Echo

Echo location the spaceships invade me like sound waves crashing against the empty sea. Sonar the signal, needles and spindles, interrupting my thoughts like midnights mantel. Resounding inside spilling out what I lie the liquid I poor are the memory echoes of my life. Kinetic and alive like tiny ripples in time I leave my print crashing like the waves in my mind.

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Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed. Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this. Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling. Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC

Colder

Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed. Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this. Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling. Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.

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Exemption from passion like working with satisfaction turning the digital clock pocketed the money fits into slots opening future doors like pin ***** dots. These calluses create tools for deranged fools to tare holes onto those that need paper the most and Ivory towers and golden harshness at birth dictate life’s glooms and hardship, whilst 2nd place in races almost always face the independent states of our minds, but the people that have less, given more will always represent respect and in our eyes. Alas paper with faces does unfortunately dictate life’s inevitable flow in this race.

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC

Freedom

Exemption from passion like working with satisfaction turning the digital clock pocketed the money fits into slots opening future doors like pin ***** dots. These calluses create tools for deranged fools to tare holes onto those that need paper the most and Ivory towers and golden harshness at birth dictate life’s glooms and hardship, whilst 2nd place in races almost always face the independent states of our minds, but the people that have less, given more will always represent respect and in our eyes. Alas paper with faces does unfortunately dictate life’s inevitable flow in this race.

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