salemereid - Hello Poetry

YOU ARE AN IDIOT. no i'm not. YES YOU ARE. YOU LOST HIM. IT'S YOUR FAULT. i said sorry. SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT. BAND-AIDS AREN'T FOR BULLETS. i just didn't want him to get hurt. i was trying to help. YEAH? WELL, LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU. what do you mean? HONEY, YOU ARE BROKEN AND ALONE, AFRAID OF YOURSELF. i know i messed up, okay? i just want to fix this. all of it. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. HE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU. i didn't ask to love him, okay? i didn't ask for any of my emotions, and yet here i stand, stuck with you. DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON ME. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO RUINED EVERYTHING. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DOES IT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU ARE. just leave me alone. please. YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT. YOU DESERVE THIS AFTER WHAT YOU DID. i know. i could just make you stop. HOW? the same way i could just make everything stop. YOU DON'T POSSESS THAT POWER. wanna bet? goodbye. crash

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May 20, 2019

May 20, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC

salemereid

Talking To Myself (About Why You Left)

YOU ARE AN IDIOT. no i'm not. YES YOU ARE. YOU LOST HIM. IT'S YOUR FAULT. i said sorry. SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT. BAND-AIDS AREN'T FOR BULLETS. i just didn't want him to get hurt. i was trying to help. YEAH? WELL, LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU. what do you mean? HONEY, YOU ARE BROKEN AND ALONE, AFRAID OF YOURSELF. i know i messed up, okay? i just want to fix this. all of it. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. HE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU. i didn't ask to love him, okay? i didn't ask for any of my emotions, and yet here i stand, stuck with you. DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON ME. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO RUINED EVERYTHING. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DOES IT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU ARE. just leave me alone. please. YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT. YOU DESERVE THIS AFTER WHAT YOU DID. i know. i could just make you stop. HOW? the same way i could just make everything stop. YOU DON'T POSSESS THAT POWER. wanna bet? goodbye. crash

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They’ll check your wrists, But not your thighs, They’ll check your smile, But not your eyes They’ll avoid the truth, Believe the lies, Nothing to sooth, No reason to cry, Our smiles are bright, Eyes are a bit dull, Wrists are clean despite, The blade with an emotional pull, And we’re emotionally unstable, But they say that’s okay, We are all a bit of a riddle, But that’s the only thing we can convey, And the world will open to swallow us up, But that’s okay, at least our habits remain, And when their arms finally open up, We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame, So we paint a smile with the color of red, From the thighs they didn’t check, And from our eyes we bled. And they'll only understand, When the noose hold us by our necks, And if they had thought twice, Maybe our eyes they would have checked.

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salemereid

May 8, 2019

May 8, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC

Raziel

Habits

They’ll check your wrists, But not your thighs, They’ll check your smile, But not your eyes They’ll avoid the truth, Believe the lies, Nothing to sooth, No reason to cry, Our smiles are bright, Eyes are a bit dull, Wrists are clean despite, The blade with an emotional pull, And we’re emotionally unstable, But they say that’s okay, We are all a bit of a riddle, But that’s the only thing we can convey, And the world will open to swallow us up, But that’s okay, at least our habits remain, And when their arms finally open up, We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame, So we paint a smile with the color of red, From the thighs they didn’t check, And from our eyes we bled. And they'll only understand, When the noose hold us by our necks, And if they had thought twice, Maybe our eyes they would have checked.

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It was cold. I hated the bus. I finally got home. Ready to be us. But I never got the chance. I never thought to ask. I forgot that good things Can seldom last. You've always been my moon. I tried to be your sun. But sitting here alone, I'm the only one. I thought I'd never get the chance To, once more, hear your voice. But now, four months later, I've captured the beautiful noise. When I got it, Life was made easier for me. All because I now have more than memories. I try not to think About that dark day in December. But, despite my strongest efforts, I remember.

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Apr 16, 2019

Apr 16, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC

salemereid

I Remember

It was cold. I hated the bus. I finally got home. Ready to be us. But I never got the chance. I never thought to ask. I forgot that good things Can seldom last. You've always been my moon. I tried to be your sun. But sitting here alone, I'm the only one. I thought I'd never get the chance To, once more, hear your voice. But now, four months later, I've captured the beautiful noise. When I got it, Life was made easier for me. All because I now have more than memories. I try not to think About that dark day in December. But, despite my strongest efforts, I remember.

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It’s unique to everyone. Maybe it’s rain, or the ocean. Gasoline or coffee. How about fresh linens or cinnamon apples? You could smell new books or old books, fresh parchment, cotton candy, or bubble gum. Maybe it’s chocolate, or fruits, or mint toothpaste for you. How about flowers - lavender lilies roses daisies? Carnival foods like funnel cake, and hot dogs. Or air fresheners that smell like erupting volcanoes. New cars, or ancient forests, castles filled with only the finest or abandoned ruins. Things burning, fresh-cut grass, strong or subtle perfumes, or maybe sterile hospital rooms. If you’re into it, sweaty athletes, or band kids, or comic shops where you can play your favorite card games. Is it your room? Your house? Is it home? Where you belong. Curled up next to someone you love on Halloween, reading or watching a movie, realizing this is what you were missing. Is it makeup, or hairspray? Certain shampoos that trigger happiness? Or candles with the best scent ever? How about baking – cookies brownies cakes? Maybe it’s cologne, or the smell of the air as it changes from familiar to foreign. It could be a theme park, or the mountains. How about old forts, and rivers you grew up around? You know these smells, the ones you love. Well, that’s my favorite. It’s the smell of love.

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC

salemereid

Amortentia

It’s unique to everyone. Maybe it’s rain, or the ocean. Gasoline or coffee. How about fresh linens or cinnamon apples? You could smell new books or old books, fresh parchment, cotton candy, or bubble gum. Maybe it’s chocolate, or fruits, or mint toothpaste for you. How about flowers - lavender lilies roses daisies? Carnival foods like funnel cake, and hot dogs. Or air fresheners that smell like erupting volcanoes. New cars, or ancient forests, castles filled with only the finest or abandoned ruins. Things burning, fresh-cut grass, strong or subtle perfumes, or maybe sterile hospital rooms. If you’re into it, sweaty athletes, or band kids, or comic shops where you can play your favorite card games. Is it your room? Your house? Is it home? Where you belong. Curled up next to someone you love on Halloween, reading or watching a movie, realizing this is what you were missing. Is it makeup, or hairspray? Certain shampoos that trigger happiness? Or candles with the best scent ever? How about baking – cookies brownies cakes? Maybe it’s cologne, or the smell of the air as it changes from familiar to foreign. It could be a theme park, or the mountains. How about old forts, and rivers you grew up around? You know these smells, the ones you love. Well, that’s my favorite. It’s the smell of love.

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WHAT could help? nothing. I know. things were SAID. I am sorry. life TRULY hurts. i MEANT it when i said I LOVED YOU ENDLESSLY.

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC

salemereid

But That's Over Now.

WHAT could help? nothing. I know. things were SAID. I am sorry. life TRULY hurts. i MEANT it when i said I LOVED YOU ENDLESSLY.

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WHAT happened? where WAS your mind? did I miss something? you weren't THINKING clearly.

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC

salemereid

Things We Lose

WHAT happened? where WAS your mind? did I miss something? you weren't THINKING clearly.

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HEY Wyatt. the MOON is pretty tonight. can you PLEASE look at it? i don't want you to FORGET. what else is there TO do? except tell you that i FALL short. and write DOWN my thoughts.

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC

salemereid

The Winter Sun And Summer Moon Hang Our Stars

HEY Wyatt. the MOON is pretty tonight. can you PLEASE look at it? i don't want you to FORGET. what else is there TO do? except tell you that i FALL short. and write DOWN my thoughts.

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OPEN your eyes. THE world is gold. DOORS to life are open. TO live is to believe. THE earth is glowing. JOY to those who seek it.

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC

salemereid

Light Through Darkness

OPEN your eyes. THE world is gold. DOORS to life are open. TO live is to believe. THE earth is glowing. JOY to those who seek it.

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You don't make it easy. I'm not an easy person to be around. I make that clear. Still, they shrug it off going, I'm sure you're not that bad. No, I am. I have cheated, I am abrasive, argumentative, opinionated and spiky But everyone likes me when I have some use And that, at times, breaks me.

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salemereid

Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC

the-bleurose

You don't make it easy.

You don't make it easy. I'm not an easy person to be around. I make that clear. Still, they shrug it off going, I'm sure you're not that bad. No, I am. I have cheated, I am abrasive, argumentative, opinionated and spiky But everyone likes me when I have some use And that, at times, breaks me.

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My mother is like a lightbulb, She makes her mistakes She burns and she brightens And then she breaks. - My mother is like a lightbulb She brightens the room But make no mistake, She can darken one too, - My mother is like a lightbulb She blunders and cries But don't think she's harmless It's a well crafted disguise - But regardless of it all Someone gets hurt Palms are cut open And fingers are burnt - And yet, my mother is unlike a lightbulb, Because broken lightbulbs are replaced.

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salemereid

Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC

DrippingWatercolors

genuine fake

My mother is like a lightbulb, She makes her mistakes She burns and she brightens And then she breaks. - My mother is like a lightbulb She brightens the room But make no mistake, She can darken one too, - My mother is like a lightbulb She blunders and cries But don't think she's harmless It's a well crafted disguise - But regardless of it all Someone gets hurt Palms are cut open And fingers are burnt - And yet, my mother is unlike a lightbulb, Because broken lightbulbs are replaced.

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