roxxanna-kurtz - Hello Poetry

I'm at war with myself. My confidence caught in between a battlefield of destructive choices, defeating words and deafening voices, that strike me down constantly. I'm over taken by armed anxieties, their vocalities violently shattering any chance I've had at victory. My white flag falling at my feet, as I hear them scream, "You'll never be good enough!"

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Jun 29, 2024

Jun 29, 2024 at 9:15 PM UTC

War

I'm at war with myself. My confidence caught in between a battlefield of destructive choices, defeating words and deafening voices, that strike me down constantly. I'm over taken by armed anxieties, their vocalities violently shattering any chance I've had at victory. My white flag falling at my feet, as I hear them scream, "You'll never be good enough!"

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To my literary soul mate, As your journey continues in vast and distant lands, I watch your life pass in pictures and posts. Catching a glimpse of you in quick and witty tag lines, of a great story yet to be told. Ones I may never hear the words to as life has taken us both, down two very different paths that may never meet at a cross road. I just want you to know that a heart react on a post can only convey so much of what I want to say. A “hello, hey how are you?” “I hope you are well and safe.”

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Apr 3, 2024

Apr 3, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC

A letter to my literary soul mate

To my literary soul mate, As your journey continues in vast and distant lands, I watch your life pass in pictures and posts. Catching a glimpse of you in quick and witty tag lines, of a great story yet to be told. Ones I may never hear the words to as life has taken us both, down two very different paths that may never meet at a cross road. I just want you to know that a heart react on a post can only convey so much of what I want to say. A “hello, hey how are you?” “I hope you are well and safe.”

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There’s something about the look in your eyes that sinks me deeply. Your gaze an anchor in my chest that’s managed to snag onto the edges of my fluttering heart. And with every breath, I feel you pull me down into the depths of the blood that rushes to meet the surface of my cheeks. I can’t breathe when you look at me.

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Nov 22, 2022

Nov 22, 2022 at 11:02 PM UTC

Anchor

There’s something about the look in your eyes that sinks me deeply. Your gaze an anchor in my chest that’s managed to snag onto the edges of my fluttering heart. And with every breath, I feel you pull me down into the depths of the blood that rushes to meet the surface of my cheeks. I can’t breathe when you look at me.

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My universe is collapsing at the heart of the sun. My skin scorched to bare bone; the weight of the world coming undone. The cells of my existence evaporating, as gravity pulls stardust into my lungs. My last breath a whisper, of "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC

Collapsing

My universe is collapsing at the heart of the sun. My skin scorched to bare bone; the weight of the world coming undone. The cells of my existence evaporating, as gravity pulls stardust into my lungs. My last breath a whisper, of "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"

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I try to grow wild flowers, in the empty spots of my chest. The sunshine tricking my eyes into planting seeds, beneath clouds that have darkened around the edge. A hope starts to bud, as the light breaks enough through to sprout dreams inside my head. And just as roots settle into place, the loneliness cracks across my skies, and I break. My weathering heart opening at the seams; I'm a storm, ready to rage.

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC

Rage

I try to grow wild flowers, in the empty spots of my chest. The sunshine tricking my eyes into planting seeds, beneath clouds that have darkened around the edge. A hope starts to bud, as the light breaks enough through to sprout dreams inside my head. And just as roots settle into place, the loneliness cracks across my skies, and I break. My weathering heart opening at the seams; I'm a storm, ready to rage.

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I am a glass, sitting full on a mattress, ready to spill across your linen sheets. I feel your heart shift, and it tips me.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC

Tipping

I am a glass, sitting full on a mattress, ready to spill across your linen sheets. I feel your heart shift, and it tips me.

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I used to draw us together; graphite lines stretching across our empty skins. And like a pattern we found ourselves connecting to one another like tiny constellations. Then, one day your hands began to erase away at the lines that once traced our pencil pressed affections. Now, I find myself shading you the darkest of blues like the way my heart breaks on those cold winter nights. My fingers ache to forget you as they erratically color outside your dark lines. I try to tear up our image, but cling to our broken pieces in hopes that they may come together one last time. But, they never do fit quite right, and I draw you out of my life.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC

Draw

I used to draw us together; graphite lines stretching across our empty skins. And like a pattern we found ourselves connecting to one another like tiny constellations. Then, one day your hands began to erase away at the lines that once traced our pencil pressed affections. Now, I find myself shading you the darkest of blues like the way my heart breaks on those cold winter nights. My fingers ache to forget you as they erratically color outside your dark lines. I try to tear up our image, but cling to our broken pieces in hopes that they may come together one last time. But, they never do fit quite right, and I draw you out of my life.

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I can't sleep. 3 a.m. crawls into bed next to me, weighing down the sheets. Its prying fingers **** my eyes and pull me away from tender dreams. I lay until the earth ticks and rolls over, watching as streetlights become a sun that peaks. I'm over the edge of the world lost in thought, and my soul feels heavy.

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC

Heavy

I can't sleep. 3 a.m. crawls into bed next to me, weighing down the sheets. Its prying fingers **** my eyes and pull me away from tender dreams. I lay until the earth ticks and rolls over, watching as streetlights become a sun that peaks. I'm over the edge of the world lost in thought, and my soul feels heavy.

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I was jealous of jade green oceans, and the way they dance when the sunlight hits them just right. Or, how I've ached to wear a shade unbroken, like the clear blue morning with its cloudless skies. I've even dreamed of dressing in that cold steel gray, that makes you want to stay on those lonely rainy nights. But, I've come to embrace my amber sands, that pull you in like the warmth of the sun at noontime. Only can my brown eyes blossom and burst, like the earth, so tender and soft after the storms subside.

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Aug 13, 2016

Aug 13, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC

Brown Eyes

I was jealous of jade green oceans, and the way they dance when the sunlight hits them just right. Or, how I've ached to wear a shade unbroken, like the clear blue morning with its cloudless skies. I've even dreamed of dressing in that cold steel gray, that makes you want to stay on those lonely rainy nights. But, I've come to embrace my amber sands, that pull you in like the warmth of the sun at noontime. Only can my brown eyes blossom and burst, like the earth, so tender and soft after the storms subside.

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You slip over me like a velvet dream that drives my senses into dizzy circles, as you remember what it is like to hold me. I am caught inside your tender grip, as you allow yourself to seep into parts of me that have missed your existence.

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Aug 13, 2016

Aug 13, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC

Velvet Dream

You slip over me like a velvet dream that drives my senses into dizzy circles, as you remember what it is like to hold me. I am caught inside your tender grip, as you allow yourself to seep into parts of me that have missed your existence.

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