shaina-milam - Hello Poetry

I've been thinking... wondering... hoping... But there is no hope left. Once, I knew hope, Like the friend who holds you up But always falls asleep in the middle of your longest nights. Those nights with no light at the end of the tunnel. Yet, there is hope; this is the paradox. There is hope, but what I need now is not. Because, As life works, the right things make themselves known at the wrong times, And the wrong, destructive things make their way into the most beautiful times. And now, I should be devoting my time to something worthwhile. But, I sit, cross-legged on the floor, My right earphone in my left ear because I need it that way. I used to hear with both ears, as you do. Not anymore. I'm thinking about you. Wondering and hoping things about you. I tried to lay down everything for you, But you didn't know it. You don't know the sting this leaves in my heart when we talk long into the nights. Nobody knows the ache I feel when they're all beaming. I beam too, so that they don't know. I need it this way. Maybe I react too easily. Maybe my heart is too tender. Maybe, I say, but I know nothing. Nothing but that this too shall pass. Above all, there is still Hope.

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shaina-milam

Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC

olive_tree

Futile Hope

I've been thinking... wondering... hoping... But there is no hope left. Once, I knew hope, Like the friend who holds you up But always falls asleep in the middle of your longest nights. Those nights with no light at the end of the tunnel. Yet, there is hope; this is the paradox. There is hope, but what I need now is not. Because, As life works, the right things make themselves known at the wrong times, And the wrong, destructive things make their way into the most beautiful times. And now, I should be devoting my time to something worthwhile. But, I sit, cross-legged on the floor, My right earphone in my left ear because I need it that way. I used to hear with both ears, as you do. Not anymore. I'm thinking about you. Wondering and hoping things about you. I tried to lay down everything for you, But you didn't know it. You don't know the sting this leaves in my heart when we talk long into the nights. Nobody knows the ache I feel when they're all beaming. I beam too, so that they don't know. I need it this way. Maybe I react too easily. Maybe my heart is too tender. Maybe, I say, but I know nothing. Nothing but that this too shall pass. Above all, there is still Hope.

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Perseverance on my tongue, a silken thought in silver ink I scrawl strange patterns on the sun and watch for daybreak to dismiss the blackboard starlight drips and runs. Now listless with my aching legs I’m counting candles, chasing smoke that filters yellow, drains the dregs of coffee, cold and drowned of hope. By tingling error I swallow words, boredom pervades the bitter night with a whistle, tuneless, that seems absurd I empty out my troubled mind to exhale sadness; curled, entwined - quite futile, like staring when blind.

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shaina-milam

Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC

maria-rose

Perseverance

Perseverance on my tongue, a silken thought in silver ink I scrawl strange patterns on the sun and watch for daybreak to dismiss the blackboard starlight drips and runs. Now listless with my aching legs I’m counting candles, chasing smoke that filters yellow, drains the dregs of coffee, cold and drowned of hope. By tingling error I swallow words, boredom pervades the bitter night with a whistle, tuneless, that seems absurd I empty out my troubled mind to exhale sadness; curled, entwined - quite futile, like staring when blind.

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Exhausted and tired But my brain is hard wired I can't find an escape from you You're in control A menacing black hole I can't find an escape from you Once it starts It's hard to be apart I can't find an escape from you You are the key And I am no longer free I can't find an escape from you All day long I want you to be gone I can't find an escape from you I've thrown you away But you're here to stay I can't find an escape from you Consuming my time As consistent as a rhyme I can't find an escape from you I am not alone A poor people zone I can't find an escape from you All of the others My sisters and brothers We must find an escape from you

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shaina-milam

Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC

Her soul is tired now and all she ever wanted to do was calming her crowded mind and resting her heavy heart Her soul is tired now and the only path she’d go through was no longer runaway full of eyes but an empty and quiet hallways Her soul is tired now and the dreams are no longer dreams, they became possessions and hunger that consumes her alive Her soul is tired now as the passion slowly fades away and the flame in her eyes began to vanish can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?

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shaina-milam

Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC

cirque_du_lune

Her Soul is Tired

Her soul is tired now and all she ever wanted to do was calming her crowded mind and resting her heavy heart Her soul is tired now and the only path she’d go through was no longer runaway full of eyes but an empty and quiet hallways Her soul is tired now and the dreams are no longer dreams, they became possessions and hunger that consumes her alive Her soul is tired now as the passion slowly fades away and the flame in her eyes began to vanish can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?

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