sage_reed - Hello Poetry

though, so incredibly hard to say, i think i killed myself today. no, it wasn't the gun i thought it would be, and it wasn't the pills i bought to be free. it wasn't the candles or the gasoline, it wasn't the running into a limousine. i think it was me in my bed so late, unwilling to behold my fate. my eyes slipped shut and they haven't opened yet. but that would be lucky, and i'm alive, i bet. just wait until tomorrow, maybe we'll see what i can really do to me.

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC

it's the 26th of May and i can't help holding my breath

though, so incredibly hard to say, i think i killed myself today. no, it wasn't the gun i thought it would be, and it wasn't the pills i bought to be free. it wasn't the candles or the gasoline, it wasn't the running into a limousine. i think it was me in my bed so late, unwilling to behold my fate. my eyes slipped shut and they haven't opened yet. but that would be lucky, and i'm alive, i bet. just wait until tomorrow, maybe we'll see what i can really do to me.

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❝ i feel so hollow in this pale moonlight i beg of you, sunrise, make me feel right,❞

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC

s u n l i e s

❝ i feel so hollow in this pale moonlight i beg of you, sunrise, make me feel right,❞

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she was everything you weren't, she cared when you didn't i trust her with things i'd never tell you, she holds me so tightly, unlike you, she understands when i can't speak, and she doesn't push me. she is amazing, but that's why i'm so scared. because those were the same things i once said about you.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC

for someone i love(d)

she was everything you weren't, she cared when you didn't i trust her with things i'd never tell you, she holds me so tightly, unlike you, she understands when i can't speak, and she doesn't push me. she is amazing, but that's why i'm so scared. because those were the same things i once said about you.

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my only love was created by hating yours. i hated your happiness, and that brought me to a place of destruction, where i spent late nights drowning in the thoughts of you. in those hours, a lover took my hand and brought me away from myself, to a place where happiness existed without empty bottles. and then you found my happy with jealous green eyes, and then you took it all from me in a matter of seconds, pretending your love was more than mine could ever be. and it was easy for you, because i was a cynic. and no one could change that.

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Jan 13, 2018

Jan 13, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC

what am i if not a cynic?

my only love was created by hating yours. i hated your happiness, and that brought me to a place of destruction, where i spent late nights drowning in the thoughts of you. in those hours, a lover took my hand and brought me away from myself, to a place where happiness existed without empty bottles. and then you found my happy with jealous green eyes, and then you took it all from me in a matter of seconds, pretending your love was more than mine could ever be. and it was easy for you, because i was a cynic. and no one could change that.

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temporary happiness is ruling my life, with each empty bottle scattered through my room. leaving me in ignorant bliss to what i had been feeling before i swallowed. it's all a haze, before and after the liquid. all smiles, before and after the pills. dancing dreams, in the midst of the smoke i haven't slept a wink, or maybe i have. it's so dangerous, to live in this fake life. but the intricate workings of my mind aren't allowing me to let go of this temporary mundane imperminant fleeting happiness

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Dec 30, 2017

Dec 30, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC

temporary happiness

temporary happiness is ruling my life, with each empty bottle scattered through my room. leaving me in ignorant bliss to what i had been feeling before i swallowed. it's all a haze, before and after the liquid. all smiles, before and after the pills. dancing dreams, in the midst of the smoke i haven't slept a wink, or maybe i have. it's so dangerous, to live in this fake life. but the intricate workings of my mind aren't allowing me to let go of this temporary mundane imperminant fleeting happiness

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when someone speaks to me, i take in their every feature. i remember their eyes - warm, cold, colourful, bland - all secretly beautiful in their own ways. i take note of their noses, of sun kissed freckles scatter across the bridge to their cheeks. but most of all, i watch their lips, as they speak, as they smile, as they frown. and people find it strange when they see my eyes focused on their lips, but i'm focussing on the way their words fall from their mouths so fluently. i'm focussing on their emotions depicted through their muscles. i'm focussing on what they won't say.

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC

l i p s

when someone speaks to me, i take in their every feature. i remember their eyes - warm, cold, colourful, bland - all secretly beautiful in their own ways. i take note of their noses, of sun kissed freckles scatter across the bridge to their cheeks. but most of all, i watch their lips, as they speak, as they smile, as they frown. and people find it strange when they see my eyes focused on their lips, but i'm focussing on the way their words fall from their mouths so fluently. i'm focussing on their emotions depicted through their muscles. i'm focussing on what they won't say.

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The water edge draws me, Calls me. It has many times before, Until I was pulled away. The ocean stares back at me with deep blue eyes, And speaks in soft careless whispers. The waves lap at my ankles, Kissing my feet. The sensation is overwhelming, The freezing cold water calming. The water entwines it's fingers in mine, Taking me further from where I could stand. Every touch is gentle. Every cell of mine begs for more. I'm dislocated I'm alone So far out, My mind is stolen. No coherent thoughts, Just the cold breeze tenderly caressing my cheeks. Then I dive in once, The feeling of nothing addicting. And I smile as I drown, Knowing I'm never coming back

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC

ocean eyes

The water edge draws me, Calls me. It has many times before, Until I was pulled away. The ocean stares back at me with deep blue eyes, And speaks in soft careless whispers. The waves lap at my ankles, Kissing my feet. The sensation is overwhelming, The freezing cold water calming. The water entwines it's fingers in mine, Taking me further from where I could stand. Every touch is gentle. Every cell of mine begs for more. I'm dislocated I'm alone So far out, My mind is stolen. No coherent thoughts, Just the cold breeze tenderly caressing my cheeks. Then I dive in once, The feeling of nothing addicting. And I smile as I drown, Knowing I'm never coming back

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in a pool of tears stained with the crimson of blood surrounded by shattered glass and sparkling metal. a window open yet no air to breathe cold but burning somehow ready to hurt more fearful of emotion begging to feel a breath of love blinded from seeing too much weak and lonely desperate for help finding no words and capturing painful cries. that's where I stay.

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC

u s e l e s s

in a pool of tears stained with the crimson of blood surrounded by shattered glass and sparkling metal. a window open yet no air to breathe cold but burning somehow ready to hurt more fearful of emotion begging to feel a breath of love blinded from seeing too much weak and lonely desperate for help finding no words and capturing painful cries. that's where I stay.

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I knew a man once, One filled with life. He spent every day passing flowers to strangers, Spreading joy through soft spoken words. All who met him left with a smile, And all who knew him found fondness in living. But as the days moved on, People began to change. He was told he had to be emotionless to be strong, and fearless to be flawless. He was pushed around by the wicked, Banished into the darkness. Everything he worked for wasn't worth it anymore, And he felt his heart hurting every second he lived. So now he's no where. And I don't know how to get him back.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC

his name was happy

I knew a man once, One filled with life. He spent every day passing flowers to strangers, Spreading joy through soft spoken words. All who met him left with a smile, And all who knew him found fondness in living. But as the days moved on, People began to change. He was told he had to be emotionless to be strong, and fearless to be flawless. He was pushed around by the wicked, Banished into the darkness. Everything he worked for wasn't worth it anymore, And he felt his heart hurting every second he lived. So now he's no where. And I don't know how to get him back.

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I'm so much like the boy who cried wolf. Just like him, it all began as a joke. As I repeated my musings, Over and over, My words meant so much less to those who heard them. Then, All so suddenly, Those words came crashing down on me. The letters drew tears that stained my cheeks, The syllables burnt in my throat. All the times I asked for the world to **** me, It was killing me in so many ways. So now I'm staring into the golden eyes of my very own wolf, And I realise that, Like the lies of the boy, I was the one who hurt myself.

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Sep 11, 2017

Sep 11, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC

golden eyes

I'm so much like the boy who cried wolf. Just like him, it all began as a joke. As I repeated my musings, Over and over, My words meant so much less to those who heard them. Then, All so suddenly, Those words came crashing down on me. The letters drew tears that stained my cheeks, The syllables burnt in my throat. All the times I asked for the world to **** me, It was killing me in so many ways. So now I'm staring into the golden eyes of my very own wolf, And I realise that, Like the lies of the boy, I was the one who hurt myself.

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