okaay - Hello Poetry

the most painful feeling I've felt nostalgia an elusive, complex, memory a connection to who I once was a recollection of memories, weighing me down a source of comfort in the present that somehow seems to leave me a little bit emptier inside

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Jul 5, 2023

Jul 5, 2023 at 1:28 AM UTC

okaay

gripped

the most painful feeling I've felt nostalgia an elusive, complex, memory a connection to who I once was a recollection of memories, weighing me down a source of comfort in the present that somehow seems to leave me a little bit emptier inside

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how does one escape the ceaseless grip of reminiscing about "what once was," entangled in a web of words and memories? how does one break free from dwelling on the immutable, unable to alter who i once was? amidst the passage of fleeting years, akin to a rapid flutter elusive, unpredictable, selfish self-less, clear, calculable what once was, is the past is rigid, immutable, ineradicable fixate on what is in front of you

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Jun 14, 2023

Jun 14, 2023 at 11:35 PM UTC

okaay

in the future

how does one escape the ceaseless grip of reminiscing about "what once was," entangled in a web of words and memories? how does one break free from dwelling on the immutable, unable to alter who i once was? amidst the passage of fleeting years, akin to a rapid flutter elusive, unpredictable, selfish self-less, clear, calculable what once was, is the past is rigid, immutable, ineradicable fixate on what is in front of you

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i stand on the side with the majority a life i never thought i'd live i don't see the sky the same way i did when i was seventeen the way the sun hits the buildings isn't ever as beautiful as the way i remembered it to be shutter speed and rooftops two which should've never been forgotten. the past slipped a way, along with who i once was and now i stand here with the rest of them viewing the sky the same way as those stuck in the maze. but within this shared vision, i'll find my own way and maybe amidst the struggles i'll find myself seeing the sky a different way

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Jun 14, 2023

Jun 14, 2023 at 11:18 PM UTC

okaay

with the rest of them

i stand on the side with the majority a life i never thought i'd live i don't see the sky the same way i did when i was seventeen the way the sun hits the buildings isn't ever as beautiful as the way i remembered it to be shutter speed and rooftops two which should've never been forgotten. the past slipped a way, along with who i once was and now i stand here with the rest of them viewing the sky the same way as those stuck in the maze. but within this shared vision, i'll find my own way and maybe amidst the struggles i'll find myself seeing the sky a different way

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the memory of youth feels like home to me. sleepless nights spent reminiscing of the past. the part of me I was always frightened to loose. and here i am at twenty-one. a girl i never would have thought i'd become. lost her passion and her love. but maybe that's what growing up is all about, right? or maybe that's because I gave my love and passion to someone else, leaving me in a void characterized by the loss of who i once was.

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Jun 14, 2023

Jun 14, 2023 at 7:42 PM UTC

okaay

twenty-one

the memory of youth feels like home to me. sleepless nights spent reminiscing of the past. the part of me I was always frightened to loose. and here i am at twenty-one. a girl i never would have thought i'd become. lost her passion and her love. but maybe that's what growing up is all about, right? or maybe that's because I gave my love and passion to someone else, leaving me in a void characterized by the loss of who i once was.

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Liquor and cigarettes stained our breath, The night was foggy But i remember your hand touched upon my skin, my vision blurred and mind swarming with thoughts I don’t remember What happened that night has made me think differently of you You were suppose to be my best friend, but you thought of me as something more, For some reason I still remain friends with you, But your apathy is making me distance myself. I wish things were different between us, the same as they were last summer. But the night of December 31st changed everything, and I guess I saw who you truly were.

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC

okaay

January 1st, 2020

Liquor and cigarettes stained our breath, The night was foggy But i remember your hand touched upon my skin, my vision blurred and mind swarming with thoughts I don’t remember What happened that night has made me think differently of you You were suppose to be my best friend, but you thought of me as something more, For some reason I still remain friends with you, But your apathy is making me distance myself. I wish things were different between us, the same as they were last summer. But the night of December 31st changed everything, and I guess I saw who you truly were.

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Lured me in with your charm And placed a spell on my soul with your words Lost in a trance called love Necromancer, you killed my mind And slit my heart

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC

okaay

Necromancer

Lured me in with your charm And placed a spell on my soul with your words Lost in a trance called love Necromancer, you killed my mind And slit my heart

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I hope these memories are stained in their mind. The moments we once thought were nothing special But now yearn to relive. The moon shining on our bodies as we danced slowly below it, Hearing the echoes of our voices singing out of tune, to songs we loved as we stood in the darkness. The cool breeze slithering over our skin, as our heads layed on the pavement and our eyes focused on the stars above us. Drifting between trees in the twilight, our laughter and whispers being the soundtrack to the night. These moments of youth meant nothing at the time, But these moments of youth spent with friends I loved Made me feel alive. Thank you

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC

okaay

A MEMORY

I hope these memories are stained in their mind. The moments we once thought were nothing special But now yearn to relive. The moon shining on our bodies as we danced slowly below it, Hearing the echoes of our voices singing out of tune, to songs we loved as we stood in the darkness. The cool breeze slithering over our skin, as our heads layed on the pavement and our eyes focused on the stars above us. Drifting between trees in the twilight, our laughter and whispers being the soundtrack to the night. These moments of youth meant nothing at the time, But these moments of youth spent with friends I loved Made me feel alive. Thank you

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He tried so hard to forget about my existence, making me feel insignificant to this world. Please don’t forget me. Please don’t forget me and all the things we did, all the songs we listened to, all the times we laid on the cold pavement of Dean with our bodies intertwined and our minds not fully comprehending the concept of love. Please don’t forget me.

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC

okaay

Thursday, March 5th, 10:07 P.M.

He tried so hard to forget about my existence, making me feel insignificant to this world. Please don’t forget me. Please don’t forget me and all the things we did, all the songs we listened to, all the times we laid on the cold pavement of Dean with our bodies intertwined and our minds not fully comprehending the concept of love. Please don’t forget me.

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In the outskirts we stayed, away from the chaos of the city we longed to run away to. A place where we were brainwashed to believe was our safe haven, away from the “destruction” of the city We’d roam the streets when the moon would shine, bored out of our minds. Hoping to create distraction from our lives before the sun dies.

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Mar 5, 2020

Mar 5, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC

okaay

Suburbia

In the outskirts we stayed, away from the chaos of the city we longed to run away to. A place where we were brainwashed to believe was our safe haven, away from the “destruction” of the city We’d roam the streets when the moon would shine, bored out of our minds. Hoping to create distraction from our lives before the sun dies.

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There's something in my chest Weighing me down I’m beginning to feel the dreariness, Fatigue sets in my weary bones As I sit frigid and fearless for hours in the snow If I lay here long enough, maybe my thoughts will solidify and my eyes will flutter closed.

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Mar 5, 2020

Mar 5, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC

okaay

Hours Spent Outside In The Snow

There's something in my chest Weighing me down I’m beginning to feel the dreariness, Fatigue sets in my weary bones As I sit frigid and fearless for hours in the snow If I lay here long enough, maybe my thoughts will solidify and my eyes will flutter closed.

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