shewaslost - Hello Poetry

If I swam among the fish would you spear me like you do the rest? If I swam among the trout Would you dive in and pull me out A splash, a step, and then a leap Under the water, this body would retreat If the weight of the sea could pull me down How long would it take for me to reach the ground In the deep water, I would lay Waiting for a light to show me the way North, South, East, or West I wouldn’t have I clue, just a guess If you would dive in you would see We’re in a world of lost identity

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC

deep water

If I swam among the fish would you spear me like you do the rest? If I swam among the trout Would you dive in and pull me out A splash, a step, and then a leap Under the water, this body would retreat If the weight of the sea could pull me down How long would it take for me to reach the ground In the deep water, I would lay Waiting for a light to show me the way North, South, East, or West I wouldn’t have I clue, just a guess If you would dive in you would see We’re in a world of lost identity

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After days of sleep and always staying indoors I stepped outside then the rain began to pour The irony, I thought.. I looked up at the sky and yelled “Anything more?!” The raindrops began to hit the pavement What a strange scent, the cold rain on hot cement I already committed to going out I couldn’t go back now But back inside my shelter I went I didn’t have an umbrella or raincoat I wanted to go back on steemit, read articles and upvote Scroll through that one tab on the front page, called promote But I’ve already committed on going out today, I even jotted it down on my “to do” note So I got my car keys, jean jacket and phone I started to drive to some place new, unknown My first instinct was to start driving to visit her Bring flowers and say hi to her gravestone I fought my urge and went towards the coast Radio on low, I thought about what I missed most I parked on a hill overlooking the ocean “Torrey Pines” it said on the signpost I followed a walkway that was paved with stones It was nice to be outdoors on my own I kept wanting to stay indoors and postpone accepting life without her soft skin, gold hoops, french cologne fragile bones Worst part about it is I lost my best friend It's devastating, I'm not going to pretend my world is shattered but they keep telling me, “time will mend”

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC

After The Storm

After days of sleep and always staying indoors I stepped outside then the rain began to pour The irony, I thought.. I looked up at the sky and yelled “Anything more?!” The raindrops began to hit the pavement What a strange scent, the cold rain on hot cement I already committed to going out I couldn’t go back now But back inside my shelter I went I didn’t have an umbrella or raincoat I wanted to go back on steemit, read articles and upvote Scroll through that one tab on the front page, called promote But I’ve already committed on going out today, I even jotted it down on my “to do” note So I got my car keys, jean jacket and phone I started to drive to some place new, unknown My first instinct was to start driving to visit her Bring flowers and say hi to her gravestone I fought my urge and went towards the coast Radio on low, I thought about what I missed most I parked on a hill overlooking the ocean “Torrey Pines” it said on the signpost I followed a walkway that was paved with stones It was nice to be outdoors on my own I kept wanting to stay indoors and postpone accepting life without her soft skin, gold hoops, french cologne fragile bones Worst part about it is I lost my best friend It's devastating, I'm not going to pretend my world is shattered but they keep telling me, “time will mend”

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This world has taught me that having self-confidence Makes you more susceptible to failure. But that failures can sometimes be soothed with some thought and a pen and paper. This world has taught me that the truth is more likely to emerge if you are anonymous. That sometimes being a traitor, is synonymous with looking out for yourself. This world has taught me that the more power and wealth you may hold, the less you care about those below you. The more your arrogance grows, the stronger your belief that you cannot be controlled. This world has shown me how your heart can feel cold, infested with hurt only to realize it's rotting with mold. That you can be surround by people or peers, and still feel so detached and unequal. This world has taught me that when you tell someone a story, They will be waiting in anticipation not paying attention, but in a hurry just so they can tell you theirs. Ignorant of the fact that I realize it. Ignorant of the fact that hurts me. This world has taught me that the feeling of glory is sometimes followed with guilt. But, no hero or champion would ever dare to admit how it swelled their bellies with unfulfilling accomplishment. Sometimes I wonder how long it took them to recover, to have that courage inside their souls re-built.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC

Lessons

This world has taught me that having self-confidence Makes you more susceptible to failure. But that failures can sometimes be soothed with some thought and a pen and paper. This world has taught me that the truth is more likely to emerge if you are anonymous. That sometimes being a traitor, is synonymous with looking out for yourself. This world has taught me that the more power and wealth you may hold, the less you care about those below you. The more your arrogance grows, the stronger your belief that you cannot be controlled. This world has shown me how your heart can feel cold, infested with hurt only to realize it's rotting with mold. That you can be surround by people or peers, and still feel so detached and unequal. This world has taught me that when you tell someone a story, They will be waiting in anticipation not paying attention, but in a hurry just so they can tell you theirs. Ignorant of the fact that I realize it. Ignorant of the fact that hurts me. This world has taught me that the feeling of glory is sometimes followed with guilt. But, no hero or champion would ever dare to admit how it swelled their bellies with unfulfilling accomplishment. Sometimes I wonder how long it took them to recover, to have that courage inside their souls re-built.

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I am made from the perseverance and kindness of my mother, and the knowledge and patience from my father. My mind tangled with overwhelming emotions that I try too hard to suppress, and memories that light up my eyes with wonder filling my stomach with warmth and purpose. Experiences that shaped a heart of empathy having been far down in the pit of despair once strangers that are no longer, helped me find clarity. Chapped lips and a quick tongue I fear to say something too fast, without a second thought having unintentionally stung. Inside are taped up cracks and stitched holes knowing all too well I could have helped myself out of a toxic relationship by just taking control. Inside are bones and bad blood circulation all the caffeine, drugs and nicotine consumption coping mechanisms acquired over the years for a fix, a pleasurable sensation to balance out the losses, betrayals, deaths, and depression. Passions, soul, and substances all churning and rumbling mixed about I used to be good at self-sabotaging now I’m trying to pace myself so I don’t get worn out. I am made from every kind encounter I’ve had with a selfless stranger, laughter from my friends and lovers sounds of sweet nothings but the wind in nature. My ears filled with the first time you told me you loved me and the voices that allowed me to overcome tragedy songs that carried me away in bliss with only a simple tone or melody. My eyes deep and dark like the color of soil after the rain falls squinting through thick glasses trying to see clearly past life’s pitfalls. I’m constantly inspired by the world around me Always wanting to try it myself so I can experience it all. Jack of all trades, but a master at none. I feel like there so much to learn and so much to see it’s hard to pick just one thing to be. I can barely even attempt to fathom what else life has in store for me.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC

Who I am

I am made from the perseverance and kindness of my mother, and the knowledge and patience from my father. My mind tangled with overwhelming emotions that I try too hard to suppress, and memories that light up my eyes with wonder filling my stomach with warmth and purpose. Experiences that shaped a heart of empathy having been far down in the pit of despair once strangers that are no longer, helped me find clarity. Chapped lips and a quick tongue I fear to say something too fast, without a second thought having unintentionally stung. Inside are taped up cracks and stitched holes knowing all too well I could have helped myself out of a toxic relationship by just taking control. Inside are bones and bad blood circulation all the caffeine, drugs and nicotine consumption coping mechanisms acquired over the years for a fix, a pleasurable sensation to balance out the losses, betrayals, deaths, and depression. Passions, soul, and substances all churning and rumbling mixed about I used to be good at self-sabotaging now I’m trying to pace myself so I don’t get worn out. I am made from every kind encounter I’ve had with a selfless stranger, laughter from my friends and lovers sounds of sweet nothings but the wind in nature. My ears filled with the first time you told me you loved me and the voices that allowed me to overcome tragedy songs that carried me away in bliss with only a simple tone or melody. My eyes deep and dark like the color of soil after the rain falls squinting through thick glasses trying to see clearly past life’s pitfalls. I’m constantly inspired by the world around me Always wanting to try it myself so I can experience it all. Jack of all trades, but a master at none. I feel like there so much to learn and so much to see it’s hard to pick just one thing to be. I can barely even attempt to fathom what else life has in store for me.

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