scribblesandellipses - Hello Poetry

When you leave, make sure you shut the door properly.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

When you leave, make sure you shut the door properly.

Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes? Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky? Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again? Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns? Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t? Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

Bloom

Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes? Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky? Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again? Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns? Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t? Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.

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Dawn adorns the sky, Golden drops of sun ooze through my window quietly.

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Sep 30, 2018

Sep 30, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC

Dawn

Dawn adorns the sky, Golden drops of sun ooze through my window quietly.

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The dark silently crawled into the dimly lit corridors, the cabins, and my boss's ***** mind. The cold breeze gently and mercilessly caressed my shoulders, and my boss my ******* I shivered from my head till toe, while his greedy gaze scanned me, from my head till toe. The off-key beeping of a distant computer troubled my ears, and so did his hungry voice. My incomplete files presented a pretty sight in front of his hands piercing through my self esteem. Per his routine, he'd played all what he wanted with my body, and left it there to perish. Next day in the meeting he tells his employees, "this office is your temple." "Sure," I whisper.

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC

Temple

The dark silently crawled into the dimly lit corridors, the cabins, and my boss's ***** mind. The cold breeze gently and mercilessly caressed my shoulders, and my boss my ******* I shivered from my head till toe, while his greedy gaze scanned me, from my head till toe. The off-key beeping of a distant computer troubled my ears, and so did his hungry voice. My incomplete files presented a pretty sight in front of his hands piercing through my self esteem. Per his routine, he'd played all what he wanted with my body, and left it there to perish. Next day in the meeting he tells his employees, "this office is your temple." "Sure," I whisper.

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I was healing, The wounds were healing, The tears had stopped, The demons had fallen to sleep, The blood had dried up, So had the pillows, I was healing. But then, I picked at the scabs, And I bled again, And it left behind A scar. I was healing, But now I can't. I was healing, But now I have scars. I was healing, But not anymore.

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC

Wounds and scars

I was healing, The wounds were healing, The tears had stopped, The demons had fallen to sleep, The blood had dried up, So had the pillows, I was healing. But then, I picked at the scabs, And I bled again, And it left behind A scar. I was healing, But now I can't. I was healing, But now I have scars. I was healing, But not anymore.

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And maybe, I wrote your name On my heart In pen Which is why I can't erase it.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC

Pens and erasers

And maybe, I wrote your name On my heart In pen Which is why I can't erase it.

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You're more than the blade to your wrist, than the noose to your neck, than the sleeping pills to your lips, than the pen to your suicide note, than the footsteps to the edge of your windowsill, than the 'broken' to your 'dreams', than the 'bruised' to your 'heart', than the 'troubled' to your soul, than the 'pained' to you. You're much more than that, I promise.

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC

More

You're more than the blade to your wrist, than the noose to your neck, than the sleeping pills to your lips, than the pen to your suicide note, than the footsteps to the edge of your windowsill, than the 'broken' to your 'dreams', than the 'bruised' to your 'heart', than the 'troubled' to your soul, than the 'pained' to you. You're much more than that, I promise.

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When you cross my mind, do you look both ways?

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC

Cross (10w)