rabbit - Hello Poetry

i'm aware of this addicted to cliffs screaming girl dont trip foolish as if a fish to be taught how to swim a bird with two arms as its limbs unbalanced as a man tryna walk on his chin how foolish is this love is like drugs it a choice until you've fallen so deep in it that your thirst can't be replenished your lips are chapped from dehydration legs sore from all the pacing back and forth your mind is racing cause it can't stop your soul from chasing that next quick fix and now you're vacant lost in Time your mind in space and you are in it how foolish is this to give up consciousness for a bird to leave the nest to feel the wind across his chest

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC

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i'm aware of this addicted to cliffs screaming girl dont trip foolish as if a fish to be taught how to swim a bird with two arms as its limbs unbalanced as a man tryna walk on his chin how foolish is this love is like drugs it a choice until you've fallen so deep in it that your thirst can't be replenished your lips are chapped from dehydration legs sore from all the pacing back and forth your mind is racing cause it can't stop your soul from chasing that next quick fix and now you're vacant lost in Time your mind in space and you are in it how foolish is this to give up consciousness for a bird to leave the nest to feel the wind across his chest

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This is not a poem. I just discovered I have Taylor Swift Syndrome. The subject matter of my poems seem to always be my life's tragic dismay at the hands of an "ain't **** man. I thus must sorrowfully self-diagnose myself with , as well as possibly be the first to officially coin the term, Taylor Swift Syndrome. What is the cure you ask? Simply taking control of my actions and not writing bitter *** "why don't you love me" poems. Most specifically my continued volunteering of my heart to people who I know are incapable of nurturing it in the way is so desires and then proceeding to ***** and moan through my creative talent about them not doing what I know they are unable to do MUST STOP!! Treatment you said? A complete subject matter shift of my poetry for the next 3 to 9 month, I'm honestly unsure of how long it will take but if 9 months is enough time to create a human being it is surely enough time to change a mindset. From this point until either August 2013 or February 2014 I shall no longer be a he woman, man hater poet. Let the journey begin. -Dr. Rab.

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC

taylor swift syndrome

This is not a poem. I just discovered I have Taylor Swift Syndrome. The subject matter of my poems seem to always be my life's tragic dismay at the hands of an "ain't **** man. I thus must sorrowfully self-diagnose myself with , as well as possibly be the first to officially coin the term, Taylor Swift Syndrome. What is the cure you ask? Simply taking control of my actions and not writing bitter *** "why don't you love me" poems. Most specifically my continued volunteering of my heart to people who I know are incapable of nurturing it in the way is so desires and then proceeding to ***** and moan through my creative talent about them not doing what I know they are unable to do MUST STOP!! Treatment you said? A complete subject matter shift of my poetry for the next 3 to 9 month, I'm honestly unsure of how long it will take but if 9 months is enough time to create a human being it is surely enough time to change a mindset. From this point until either August 2013 or February 2014 I shall no longer be a he woman, man hater poet. Let the journey begin. -Dr. Rab.

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i find myself exhausted by pushing forth and back emotions like tides pulling oceans i am drowning in the notion that you can deny the divide paralyzing you and I brush it behind the door as we brush past each other nevermore I still with memories of spring while gazing on falling leaves cracking crumbling beneath the feet that walked so effortless over me who i then tripped and you fell down to the bended knee of a mellow heartless fellow who in fact divided seas.

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

Moses

i find myself exhausted by pushing forth and back emotions like tides pulling oceans i am drowning in the notion that you can deny the divide paralyzing you and I brush it behind the door as we brush past each other nevermore I still with memories of spring while gazing on falling leaves cracking crumbling beneath the feet that walked so effortless over me who i then tripped and you fell down to the bended knee of a mellow heartless fellow who in fact divided seas.

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so let me tell you of my digressions my hopeless realm of repetition i am armed with 2 blacks 4 grams and a pack of sour patches to keep me snackin i have yet again settled in to my barb wired trenches in this hell Better Is The Devil You Know Than To Go Fishing For A Stranger so i sit calmly because i suppose it is Better To Be Patient than to act out of this anger cause ive considered killing you at my leisure Why **** Him Cant You Just Leave And Feel The Same Satisfaction no cause if i could then would i be here smackin on these cracklins I brought those to delay the decaying of teeth as i endudge in what's first sour then sweet my cavity and i fein from one fix to the next Oh wrong C i said Cavity i mean ******* Crack rock Crack baby reaching for that pacifier higher and higher i go while diving deeper in this hole no point of return no lessons were learned by previous heartaches i ache cause i aint exactly who i used to be grabbed by my foundation and ripped the roots from under me God Heals All Things But what about the ***** that breaks **** takes **** gets it how he lives and makes **** Cause this sweet southern soul is growing old and i've been told that revenge is so sweet and baby i'm gon eat the troops have been patient but now we brazen and a revolt is all i see.

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Dec 21, 2012

Dec 21, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC

Brazen

so let me tell you of my digressions my hopeless realm of repetition i am armed with 2 blacks 4 grams and a pack of sour patches to keep me snackin i have yet again settled in to my barb wired trenches in this hell Better Is The Devil You Know Than To Go Fishing For A Stranger so i sit calmly because i suppose it is Better To Be Patient than to act out of this anger cause ive considered killing you at my leisure Why **** Him Cant You Just Leave And Feel The Same Satisfaction no cause if i could then would i be here smackin on these cracklins I brought those to delay the decaying of teeth as i endudge in what's first sour then sweet my cavity and i fein from one fix to the next Oh wrong C i said Cavity i mean ******* Crack rock Crack baby reaching for that pacifier higher and higher i go while diving deeper in this hole no point of return no lessons were learned by previous heartaches i ache cause i aint exactly who i used to be grabbed by my foundation and ripped the roots from under me God Heals All Things But what about the ***** that breaks **** takes **** gets it how he lives and makes **** Cause this sweet southern soul is growing old and i've been told that revenge is so sweet and baby i'm gon eat the troops have been patient but now we brazen and a revolt is all i see.

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I am jealous, write your own poetry.

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Nov 10, 2012

Nov 10, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC

Jealous

I am jealous, write your own poetry.

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i dreamed about death last night not heaven or hell or whatever afterlife you believe in but the actual act of dying i laid there body paralyzed feeling the warm blood leave my body feeling my chest collapsing but still trying to breath opened my mouth but there was no sound no mumble or moan screech nor scream only death and i was scared where was the light they foretold or the out of body experience because i never separated from the pain i thought and fought to breath until my very last then there was nothing to be cont....

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Oct 27, 2012

Oct 27, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC

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i dreamed about death last night not heaven or hell or whatever afterlife you believe in but the actual act of dying i laid there body paralyzed feeling the warm blood leave my body feeling my chest collapsing but still trying to breath opened my mouth but there was no sound no mumble or moan screech nor scream only death and i was scared where was the light they foretold or the out of body experience because i never separated from the pain i thought and fought to breath until my very last then there was nothing to be cont....

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i just gotta let my body feel this let my heart ache for missing you lips miss kissing you toes miss touching you eyes miss seeing you you are missed by me but i just gotta feel this because i'm getting over you i'm not crying ******** to my girls or writing poems about you well i guess after this one cause like i said i'm getting over you i just aint there yet cause i walk in my room and i smell your cologne and i instantly feel so mother ******* alone i've been trying to spray all your clothes with some of my perfume so when you're out doing you you start thinking of me but i don't think it's working cause you haven't said anything and i hate how you smell because i know where you got it i know the girl that bought it and i just don't want to be reminded that i'm missing the ******** i'm missing the lying i'm missing you taking every piece of me and trying to deny it and Marley said you're a coward for opening this piece inside me and not even trying to love or stand by me I miss you but **** what am I missing more people have toes and lips for kissing but I miss yours i miss the breath you take before you blow smoke rings the way you dance to music when nothing is playing how you roll into me in the middle of the night and force me to keep you warm because at 3:11 in the morning you need me and at 3:15 I rescued you but some how at 3:35 the next day you forget all of that but I can still feel your fingertips rubbing my leg this is how you say thank you why don’t you miss that why don’t you miss me i just gotta feel this i don’t want to say bye to you but no longer can I lie and smile and play like I’m alright i am sad but you seem so happy i just gotta feel this and let my body miss you and try to get over you.

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Oct 22, 2012

Oct 22, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC

The hard part

i just gotta let my body feel this let my heart ache for missing you lips miss kissing you toes miss touching you eyes miss seeing you you are missed by me but i just gotta feel this because i'm getting over you i'm not crying ******** to my girls or writing poems about you well i guess after this one cause like i said i'm getting over you i just aint there yet cause i walk in my room and i smell your cologne and i instantly feel so mother ******* alone i've been trying to spray all your clothes with some of my perfume so when you're out doing you you start thinking of me but i don't think it's working cause you haven't said anything and i hate how you smell because i know where you got it i know the girl that bought it and i just don't want to be reminded that i'm missing the ******** i'm missing the lying i'm missing you taking every piece of me and trying to deny it and Marley said you're a coward for opening this piece inside me and not even trying to love or stand by me I miss you but **** what am I missing more people have toes and lips for kissing but I miss yours i miss the breath you take before you blow smoke rings the way you dance to music when nothing is playing how you roll into me in the middle of the night and force me to keep you warm because at 3:11 in the morning you need me and at 3:15 I rescued you but some how at 3:35 the next day you forget all of that but I can still feel your fingertips rubbing my leg this is how you say thank you why don’t you miss that why don’t you miss me i just gotta feel this i don’t want to say bye to you but no longer can I lie and smile and play like I’m alright i am sad but you seem so happy i just gotta feel this and let my body miss you and try to get over you.

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heart permanently broken tears constantly rolling creativity consistently flowing but i don't want this i had walked away from this taken the back roads hoping to get lost so i'd never have to return here i left no note or clothes behind i was gone from here i know you're wondering why but even though the fruit is the sweetest the air is the thinest here and the juice just aint worth the squeeze i know plenty that have thrived from here living a life that was truly derived from here media loves it tales from rags to riches triumph out of the slums and depression and despair but i didn't want to come back here here my heart rate slows do to lack of love and happiness here my eyes swell and are red from forcing out my bitterness here my mouth utters the most profound words of expression here i write not about some roller coaster life but a constant decline where i am only anticipating the splat that follows whistling misery loves company but i fight it because to pull you down here is a crab culture of which i cant participate i dont want to be here i dont want to write but if i discard my pen and paper then i will only exist here it will consume me restrict me from showing love and creating a smile it will **** me so i write hoping to get to a place where i have nothing to say a place where i wont need to escape i allowed you to bring me back here i walked behind you on a path that i thought would only take me further from here i gave up my control covered my eyes and listened only to your voice and i followed and when i know longer could here you speaking i opened my mouth calling out your name yelling my regret voicing my fear and then i opened my eyes stained ink on white paper fighting for each breath i was here again

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Oct 18, 2012

Oct 18, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC

Here

heart permanently broken tears constantly rolling creativity consistently flowing but i don't want this i had walked away from this taken the back roads hoping to get lost so i'd never have to return here i left no note or clothes behind i was gone from here i know you're wondering why but even though the fruit is the sweetest the air is the thinest here and the juice just aint worth the squeeze i know plenty that have thrived from here living a life that was truly derived from here media loves it tales from rags to riches triumph out of the slums and depression and despair but i didn't want to come back here here my heart rate slows do to lack of love and happiness here my eyes swell and are red from forcing out my bitterness here my mouth utters the most profound words of expression here i write not about some roller coaster life but a constant decline where i am only anticipating the splat that follows whistling misery loves company but i fight it because to pull you down here is a crab culture of which i cant participate i dont want to be here i dont want to write but if i discard my pen and paper then i will only exist here it will consume me restrict me from showing love and creating a smile it will **** me so i write hoping to get to a place where i have nothing to say a place where i wont need to escape i allowed you to bring me back here i walked behind you on a path that i thought would only take me further from here i gave up my control covered my eyes and listened only to your voice and i followed and when i know longer could here you speaking i opened my mouth calling out your name yelling my regret voicing my fear and then i opened my eyes stained ink on white paper fighting for each breath i was here again

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the worst part is the judgement the looks of disappointment the sighs that you try to hold in the shaking of your head when i mention his name followed by mine and any form of happiness i show on my face you don't get it and i understand that you haven't felt this you can't imagine it the honest conflict between my head and heart is asinine to you i suppose you feel how the angels felt watching God forgive the devil because as merciful as my God is and with him making me the way that i am i know that there is no way the devil messed up Once and was thrown out of heaven. i'm sure the devil ****** up disrespected God's creations spoke against his power and the strength of his nation but i believe God forgave him and believed that he could turn the other cheek be wiser and reget his defiant spirt because they say we are in his likeliness so how could He create this forgiving heart in me and not have that same compassion in Him and the other angels watched in frustration i'm sure. not understanding the relationship between the two not understanding why God would allow such things i'm sure the angels felt like you you who from the outside looking in only love me and want the best from your view and can really only see the tears, and heart break and unbalanced misfortune i go through you know i deserve better and you are right i know i deserve better and the mistakes have occurred more than once and i do not know how to explain my heart or my head or why i stay but what hurts more than the pain i allow from him is the disappointment i see in you as you look at me.

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Oct 18, 2012

Oct 18, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC

My Angel.

the worst part is the judgement the looks of disappointment the sighs that you try to hold in the shaking of your head when i mention his name followed by mine and any form of happiness i show on my face you don't get it and i understand that you haven't felt this you can't imagine it the honest conflict between my head and heart is asinine to you i suppose you feel how the angels felt watching God forgive the devil because as merciful as my God is and with him making me the way that i am i know that there is no way the devil messed up Once and was thrown out of heaven. i'm sure the devil ****** up disrespected God's creations spoke against his power and the strength of his nation but i believe God forgave him and believed that he could turn the other cheek be wiser and reget his defiant spirt because they say we are in his likeliness so how could He create this forgiving heart in me and not have that same compassion in Him and the other angels watched in frustration i'm sure. not understanding the relationship between the two not understanding why God would allow such things i'm sure the angels felt like you you who from the outside looking in only love me and want the best from your view and can really only see the tears, and heart break and unbalanced misfortune i go through you know i deserve better and you are right i know i deserve better and the mistakes have occurred more than once and i do not know how to explain my heart or my head or why i stay but what hurts more than the pain i allow from him is the disappointment i see in you as you look at me.

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i want to be in love like the movies but then again dont we all i want you to be my best friend then suddenly become something more but you are just someone i know close enough but no best friend i want you too kiss me like your lips were meant for mine and i'd like to here music in the background ...fireworks too but the best i've gotten was tripping over my purse and falling on your face as you studied on the floor i want to argue then you buy me flowers and BEEP BEEP BEEP morning already hope i see you again tonight.

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Oct 6, 2012

Oct 6, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC

you.

i want to be in love like the movies but then again dont we all i want you to be my best friend then suddenly become something more but you are just someone i know close enough but no best friend i want you too kiss me like your lips were meant for mine and i'd like to here music in the background ...fireworks too but the best i've gotten was tripping over my purse and falling on your face as you studied on the floor i want to argue then you buy me flowers and BEEP BEEP BEEP morning already hope i see you again tonight.

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