precarious - Hello Poetry

Poetry is my voicebox Instead of translating Sounds into wavelengths It transalates my Thoughts into strings Of fragile and delicate letters Held together only by the weak thoughts of my mind Barely heard through the clutter And chaos The jumbled fragments of dreams All cracked from the emotions That I've held in too long

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC

precarious

My Voicebox

Poetry is my voicebox Instead of translating Sounds into wavelengths It transalates my Thoughts into strings Of fragile and delicate letters Held together only by the weak thoughts of my mind Barely heard through the clutter And chaos The jumbled fragments of dreams All cracked from the emotions That I've held in too long

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I feel your stare burning On my back Or it's just me Replaying the feelings From 4 months ago? I keep trying To ****** a glance at you Every time hoping that You'd be staring back My heart jumps when you look back Or it just my hallucinations From 4 months ago? Every time I hear your voice My stomach goes haywire with butterflies And my voice instantly becomes louder So you'd notice me But it's just unconsciousness From 4 month ago Everywhere I go I recognize your blue bag Everywhere I go Anytime I see anyone with a blue bag I think of you My heart still jumps when I realize its you Thinking you'd turn around And smile at my excitement But it's just my feelings From 4 months ago

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Aug 19, 2013

Aug 19, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC

precarious

4 months ago

I feel your stare burning On my back Or it's just me Replaying the feelings From 4 months ago? I keep trying To ****** a glance at you Every time hoping that You'd be staring back My heart jumps when you look back Or it just my hallucinations From 4 months ago? Every time I hear your voice My stomach goes haywire with butterflies And my voice instantly becomes louder So you'd notice me But it's just unconsciousness From 4 month ago Everywhere I go I recognize your blue bag Everywhere I go Anytime I see anyone with a blue bag I think of you My heart still jumps when I realize its you Thinking you'd turn around And smile at my excitement But it's just my feelings From 4 months ago

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Injured physically Limping around everywhere Friends helping me up I look up And see him. My stomach twists And gets those stupid butterflies again Expected he'll come around And help me, ask 'are you okay?' With those beautiful brown eyes Just like the old days He just turned away Only gave me a quick glance I forced my smile to be stuck on my face So others don't think I was hurt Not on the outside, But deep, deep inside my heart Where a knife had dug into my heart And found its place to stay And continuously twist and turn Whenever I saw him and remembered The time he just glanced at me Injured, and didn't do anything.

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC

precarious

Injured

Injured physically Limping around everywhere Friends helping me up I look up And see him. My stomach twists And gets those stupid butterflies again Expected he'll come around And help me, ask 'are you okay?' With those beautiful brown eyes Just like the old days He just turned away Only gave me a quick glance I forced my smile to be stuck on my face So others don't think I was hurt Not on the outside, But deep, deep inside my heart Where a knife had dug into my heart And found its place to stay And continuously twist and turn Whenever I saw him and remembered The time he just glanced at me Injured, and didn't do anything.

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Butterflies So pretty and dainty Not the ones in your stomach Those kinds Either signal The start or end Of love They make you feel all giddy Like nothing will ever stop You and him And everything is all happy Then something goes wrong And everything comes crashing down The next time you see him You hate his guts But the butterflies Never stop coming Never.

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Aug 11, 2013

Aug 11, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC

precarious

Butterflies

Butterflies So pretty and dainty Not the ones in your stomach Those kinds Either signal The start or end Of love They make you feel all giddy Like nothing will ever stop You and him And everything is all happy Then something goes wrong And everything comes crashing down The next time you see him You hate his guts But the butterflies Never stop coming Never.

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Society manipulated us Our generation will never like What they see in the mirror Even when others say they are fine Always compare themselves with "Perfection" But perfection doesn't exist Never did, never will All those models out there? They have their flaws They just don't let it get in their way Don't let them block their dreams Because everyone is beautiful With and without their flaws Ignore your flaws Admire yourself Look at yourself in the mirror Don't stare at their scar or pimple Look into your eyes And say "I am beautiful."

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC

precarious

I am beautiful.

Society manipulated us Our generation will never like What they see in the mirror Even when others say they are fine Always compare themselves with "Perfection" But perfection doesn't exist Never did, never will All those models out there? They have their flaws They just don't let it get in their way Don't let them block their dreams Because everyone is beautiful With and without their flaws Ignore your flaws Admire yourself Look at yourself in the mirror Don't stare at their scar or pimple Look into your eyes And say "I am beautiful."

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A tiny little thread Slowly trailing from my body Filled with depression and dread It roams around, inspecting the world gravely Sees all the happy people everywhere But it doesn't know what's happiness Smiles on their faces, here and there All it understands is sadness One by one, the infection spreads People realise what is real sadness Noticing the despair even when unsaid Everything and everyone is madness

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC

precarious

Thread

A tiny little thread Slowly trailing from my body Filled with depression and dread It roams around, inspecting the world gravely Sees all the happy people everywhere But it doesn't know what's happiness Smiles on their faces, here and there All it understands is sadness One by one, the infection spreads People realise what is real sadness Noticing the despair even when unsaid Everything and everyone is madness

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I like to imagine That all poets have a Special part of their brain Which creates new words And threads them together To make sentences Which are bunched into Stanzas to make a poem And whenever we go out Only poets can connect To poets And reach out and understand Their pain

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Aug 8, 2013

Aug 8, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC

precarious

Poets

I like to imagine That all poets have a Special part of their brain Which creates new words And threads them together To make sentences Which are bunched into Stanzas to make a poem And whenever we go out Only poets can connect To poets And reach out and understand Their pain

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My heart Was a humble home Everything was familiar Whenever I was down I would retreat to my home But then you came And I refurnished everything To suit to your needs We lived happily For 6 months Adding new furniture To our new home Suddenly You closed the door And never returned I sat at the front door Waiting for the familiar door bell But it never came All that's left of you Are your footsteps on my heart

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Aug 8, 2013

Aug 8, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC

precarious

Home

My heart Was a humble home Everything was familiar Whenever I was down I would retreat to my home But then you came And I refurnished everything To suit to your needs We lived happily For 6 months Adding new furniture To our new home Suddenly You closed the door And never returned I sat at the front door Waiting for the familiar door bell But it never came All that's left of you Are your footsteps on my heart

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A rose Growing out of your heart Red and lovely Slowly entwined with my rose White and pure But then Yous started turning black Dripping poison Thorns appear My heart started cracking Turning grey from the inside My rose no longer white But blue black Your rose stated to wilt I tried anything I could To push you away But no matter what There was still one little thorn Left within My slowly wilting heart

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Aug 8, 2013

Aug 8, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC

precarious

Thorn

A rose Growing out of your heart Red and lovely Slowly entwined with my rose White and pure But then Yous started turning black Dripping poison Thorns appear My heart started cracking Turning grey from the inside My rose no longer white But blue black Your rose stated to wilt I tried anything I could To push you away But no matter what There was still one little thorn Left within My slowly wilting heart

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