planetes - Hello Poetry

that is your reflection, hanging in the night sky, in spring, threatening to disappear. if you could just forget, if the thoughts could drown away, in your tears, wouldn't it be great? you could forget the voices, the laughter, the smiles, the kindness they once brought, but never the dejection, never the hopeless that comes after hope. you could no longer hear the voices, you long for, only the ghosts in your heart.

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC

hazy moon

that is your reflection, hanging in the night sky, in spring, threatening to disappear. if you could just forget, if the thoughts could drown away, in your tears, wouldn't it be great? you could forget the voices, the laughter, the smiles, the kindness they once brought, but never the dejection, never the hopeless that comes after hope. you could no longer hear the voices, you long for, only the ghosts in your heart.

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at the end of our lives, we would meet here, in which our pasts are gone, in which our presents are gone, in which our futures are gone, here where what is left, is the remnant fragments of our existence, lost to time. when we bid goodbye, in this never changing scenery, it would be forever farewell, there would no longer be, laughter, or the sound of remembrance, for we anew, are nothing to the world.

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC

ode to nevaeh

at the end of our lives, we would meet here, in which our pasts are gone, in which our presents are gone, in which our futures are gone, here where what is left, is the remnant fragments of our existence, lost to time. when we bid goodbye, in this never changing scenery, it would be forever farewell, there would no longer be, laughter, or the sound of remembrance, for we anew, are nothing to the world.

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someone said, I shouldn’t continue like this, that I should make a change, but why, does it make a difference? will the nightingales sing the song of my soul if I started chasing after the sun once more

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC

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someone said, I shouldn’t continue like this, that I should make a change, but why, does it make a difference? will the nightingales sing the song of my soul if I started chasing after the sun once more

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All too clear, All too clear, Right from the beginning, It was all too clear, That this was going nowhere. All these colours, Blinding neon lights, My head hurts, Oh how it throbbed, It hurts, It hurts, Why am I still here? Why does the lights attract me so? I do not belong here, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, Tell me again, No, no more, I can’t take it anymore, I’ll be taking my leave now.

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC

Warning Signs

All too clear, All too clear, Right from the beginning, It was all too clear, That this was going nowhere. All these colours, Blinding neon lights, My head hurts, Oh how it throbbed, It hurts, It hurts, Why am I still here? Why does the lights attract me so? I do not belong here, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, Tell me again, No, no more, I can’t take it anymore, I’ll be taking my leave now.

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Words from a shiny star, Lulling my sadness to sleep. I begun hoping without realising, A faint dream I did not wish for. What good does having feelings brings? Nothing, I screamed; Nothing but pain to my bowl. I have long past the age of dreaming, I was a fool. My love ones sent me two bowls of rice, In hopes that I keep on going on, In hopes that I never fall. I dare not let them down, I dare not let out cries, I hide my broken spoon, the cracks in my bowls; And I laughed.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC

Two Bowls of Rice and Pain

Words from a shiny star, Lulling my sadness to sleep. I begun hoping without realising, A faint dream I did not wish for. What good does having feelings brings? Nothing, I screamed; Nothing but pain to my bowl. I have long past the age of dreaming, I was a fool. My love ones sent me two bowls of rice, In hopes that I keep on going on, In hopes that I never fall. I dare not let them down, I dare not let out cries, I hide my broken spoon, the cracks in my bowls; And I laughed.

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It's like she lost the will to live. Like one who has lost all dreams and aspirations. Then, as if she was thrown to sea, she forgot how it was to breathe, she struggled with the pain, but for what ends? And naturally, when she gave in, all was well, and she laid lifelessly, watching the world unfold, through her warped looking glass.

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC

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It's like she lost the will to live. Like one who has lost all dreams and aspirations. Then, as if she was thrown to sea, she forgot how it was to breathe, she struggled with the pain, but for what ends? And naturally, when she gave in, all was well, and she laid lifelessly, watching the world unfold, through her warped looking glass.

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i. my heart is a ghost town I called out to every passerby in this dead and desolate town; asking, if they could hear me but to no avail. Not a single could hear me as they move on with their merry lives. Those with broken souls seemed to have mend themselves with the company of others. No longer do they need I. I, who whispered nothing but nothingness to them. I, who could do nothing to mend their wounded souls. I, who is helpless, in the face of helplessness. As with my fleeting existence, I could no longer match their pace. It was like standing together on the same pedestal but on divided worlds. We could no longer hear each others' voices. Upon this oppressively somber town, I cast my shadow; shunning away from the laughter, away from the words I could no longer comprehend. My only friend; the silence

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC

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i. my heart is a ghost town I called out to every passerby in this dead and desolate town; asking, if they could hear me but to no avail. Not a single could hear me as they move on with their merry lives. Those with broken souls seemed to have mend themselves with the company of others. No longer do they need I. I, who whispered nothing but nothingness to them. I, who could do nothing to mend their wounded souls. I, who is helpless, in the face of helplessness. As with my fleeting existence, I could no longer match their pace. It was like standing together on the same pedestal but on divided worlds. We could no longer hear each others' voices. Upon this oppressively somber town, I cast my shadow; shunning away from the laughter, away from the words I could no longer comprehend. My only friend; the silence

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immerse myself not, and find myself lost, like a lone boat, in a wide open sea. Where do I go now? I asked myself, the answer is naught, for the bottom of the sea is, but pitless. with no moon, no stars, i struggle at loneliness, with the pitch black sky, as my only company.

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC

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immerse myself not, and find myself lost, like a lone boat, in a wide open sea. Where do I go now? I asked myself, the answer is naught, for the bottom of the sea is, but pitless. with no moon, no stars, i struggle at loneliness, with the pitch black sky, as my only company.

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I stopped and stared, into the darkness of his eyes, And wonder, Oh, how I wonder. Why wasn't my reflection reflected in them? And then it hit me, there was no way, those eyes could reflect anything, for I was him, and he; the darkness.

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Oct 14, 2015

Oct 14, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC

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I stopped and stared, into the darkness of his eyes, And wonder, Oh, how I wonder. Why wasn't my reflection reflected in them? And then it hit me, there was no way, those eyes could reflect anything, for I was him, and he; the darkness.

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i thought of myself, nothing more than a broken puppet, trying so hard to fit in the flock of white sheep, despite being a black sheep, that would never belong.

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC

me

i thought of myself, nothing more than a broken puppet, trying so hard to fit in the flock of white sheep, despite being a black sheep, that would never belong.

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