shonaalannah - Hello Poetry

Two fingers to my wrist when I looked at you, The pulsating heartbeat with your eyes of blue. And the cliché’s said you could swim in the colour, But I was flying into the heat of the Summer. Feelings were hidden, tightly disguised, Caterpillars cocooned in my stomach birthed into butterflies. And as their ****** wings fluttered, I began to mutter, that maybe there’s more to this spell I was under. Your hair like cinnamon; your palms like cotton, The hold of two bodies began to soften. “The lovesick feeling turned into healing,” I spoke, “You were the scent in my incense, dancing in the smoke.” I watched your fingers curl into mine; On the map of your hands, I unearthed our journeys along the lines. About the new truths of my world, my mind scattered and curled, oh, how beautiful to fall in love with a girl.

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May 21, 2020

May 21, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC

cinnamon.

Two fingers to my wrist when I looked at you, The pulsating heartbeat with your eyes of blue. And the cliché’s said you could swim in the colour, But I was flying into the heat of the Summer. Feelings were hidden, tightly disguised, Caterpillars cocooned in my stomach birthed into butterflies. And as their ****** wings fluttered, I began to mutter, that maybe there’s more to this spell I was under. Your hair like cinnamon; your palms like cotton, The hold of two bodies began to soften. “The lovesick feeling turned into healing,” I spoke, “You were the scent in my incense, dancing in the smoke.” I watched your fingers curl into mine; On the map of your hands, I unearthed our journeys along the lines. About the new truths of my world, my mind scattered and curled, oh, how beautiful to fall in love with a girl.

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I’m tunnel visioned to see only you Looking at somebody else and Though I try to, I can’t see any other living thing in my sights. My mind is travelling down one path, and that is towards your rejection and Though I try to, my legs won’t turn my body in any other direction. I cannot see or feel things for anybody else but you, And perhaps that’s some form of curse for me but a Gods gift for you because at least I only have eyes for you. While I sit afar and see you with another Knowing we were never made for each other, My heart shatters and the pieces scatter, There’s too many to gather and hold against the crease of my arm, remaining steady and calm, I leave them be to rest on the floor, My mind broken. My heart sore. Like I did the last time someone broke my fragile spine, Declaring what was mine, was never mine, And I couldn’t bare to walk out into the sunlight for months, Only living off the warmth from beams of curtained suns. My mind is broken. My heart is broken, too sore; my worth has become penniless and poor. I am forced by my own hand to wait for Your eyes to scan the room and see only me, While mine see only yours, When you think to yourself that I’m worth enough, For someone like you to finally love.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC

only you, my love.

I’m tunnel visioned to see only you Looking at somebody else and Though I try to, I can’t see any other living thing in my sights. My mind is travelling down one path, and that is towards your rejection and Though I try to, my legs won’t turn my body in any other direction. I cannot see or feel things for anybody else but you, And perhaps that’s some form of curse for me but a Gods gift for you because at least I only have eyes for you. While I sit afar and see you with another Knowing we were never made for each other, My heart shatters and the pieces scatter, There’s too many to gather and hold against the crease of my arm, remaining steady and calm, I leave them be to rest on the floor, My mind broken. My heart sore. Like I did the last time someone broke my fragile spine, Declaring what was mine, was never mine, And I couldn’t bare to walk out into the sunlight for months, Only living off the warmth from beams of curtained suns. My mind is broken. My heart is broken, too sore; my worth has become penniless and poor. I am forced by my own hand to wait for Your eyes to scan the room and see only me, While mine see only yours, When you think to yourself that I’m worth enough, For someone like you to finally love.

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If I let myself slip, I’ll never make it back out of that state. I’ll never wake up and perhaps that’s what my subconscious mind desires, but my forefront thoughts don’t want my time to die, At least, not just yet. I am self destructive and lonesome and prone to sadness, Yet I bring this all to myself. I gamble and win but instead of engulfing the money in my arms, I wrap my hands around burning sobriety chips and self destruction Comes knocking back on my door and I let him in like he always had a right to come back. Like he hadn’t crept up on me in my most vulnerable state, Like he cared about me. My mind unwise and my life unfair and my thoughts tangled into spaghetti string before I cut it up Before I make it easier for me to swallow What is wrong in my life. What is wrong with me? I tend to whisper to myself before my eyes close and the tears fall out the edges onto my pillow, leaving a residue in the morning to remind me that I am not as mentally stable as I want to be.

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Dec 28, 2018

Dec 28, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC

Self Destruction

If I let myself slip, I’ll never make it back out of that state. I’ll never wake up and perhaps that’s what my subconscious mind desires, but my forefront thoughts don’t want my time to die, At least, not just yet. I am self destructive and lonesome and prone to sadness, Yet I bring this all to myself. I gamble and win but instead of engulfing the money in my arms, I wrap my hands around burning sobriety chips and self destruction Comes knocking back on my door and I let him in like he always had a right to come back. Like he hadn’t crept up on me in my most vulnerable state, Like he cared about me. My mind unwise and my life unfair and my thoughts tangled into spaghetti string before I cut it up Before I make it easier for me to swallow What is wrong in my life. What is wrong with me? I tend to whisper to myself before my eyes close and the tears fall out the edges onto my pillow, leaving a residue in the morning to remind me that I am not as mentally stable as I want to be.

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Breathing in your smoke is like heaven to me, Clearing out my lungs of such anxiety. Your crutch and your dependence, An endearing call of resplendence, I think I loved you. You make me nervous. To the point where my brain stops, And my mouth keeps running Without any indication of where the finish line is. Where I begin to speak too fast and too quick To know what I’ve said, and quite possibly For you to even follow each word that Pours out. Yet Your heart was longing for another, You and I were not meant to be lovers, And We were not made for each other. Oh, how sad times swept away the positive possibilities and the “what if?” worries, I thought I could only hate the month of August, It seems I now despise of July. Stress melted away within my tears as I wept, Sadness left the residue of itself on my pillow where I slept. The sun bleeding through my curtains closed, And yet my room turns an ill ridden shade of yellow. I thought the outcome would leave me with a feeling of euphoria Instead I look to my mirrored self, reflecting a state of body dysmorphia I do not like the way that I look, Comparing myself to her and your feelings I mistook. Straighter teeth and an older complexion, While I hide away, she only craves the attention. You only knew her for a day and you still went away, With her on holiday to a place so far, I can’t stay In this state of mind any longer. Seeing her be the lighter to your cigarette; The founding letters to the jumbled spaces in your alphabet. I see I am only the ash that falls to the ground, I am not within those letters which you finally found.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC

My Dearest, We Were Not To Be.

Breathing in your smoke is like heaven to me, Clearing out my lungs of such anxiety. Your crutch and your dependence, An endearing call of resplendence, I think I loved you. You make me nervous. To the point where my brain stops, And my mouth keeps running Without any indication of where the finish line is. Where I begin to speak too fast and too quick To know what I’ve said, and quite possibly For you to even follow each word that Pours out. Yet Your heart was longing for another, You and I were not meant to be lovers, And We were not made for each other. Oh, how sad times swept away the positive possibilities and the “what if?” worries, I thought I could only hate the month of August, It seems I now despise of July. Stress melted away within my tears as I wept, Sadness left the residue of itself on my pillow where I slept. The sun bleeding through my curtains closed, And yet my room turns an ill ridden shade of yellow. I thought the outcome would leave me with a feeling of euphoria Instead I look to my mirrored self, reflecting a state of body dysmorphia I do not like the way that I look, Comparing myself to her and your feelings I mistook. Straighter teeth and an older complexion, While I hide away, she only craves the attention. You only knew her for a day and you still went away, With her on holiday to a place so far, I can’t stay In this state of mind any longer. Seeing her be the lighter to your cigarette; The founding letters to the jumbled spaces in your alphabet. I see I am only the ash that falls to the ground, I am not within those letters which you finally found.

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I’m being told to love myself, But how can I when I wish to be anyone else. How can I when nobody else wishes to love me, But instead choose someone better, prettier despite no personality. I break down all too often, as I stare at my reflection. Wishing I looked different, praying that tomorrow I’ll look different. I’m not sure if it was the month or if it was just a need to cry, But nobody loves me, and neither do I. My smile shows off teeth that aren’t fixed to perfection, Sometimes in shop mirrors, I’ll glimpse the reflection. It brings my mood down, way down below the surface, And I wish that tomorrow; pray that tomorrow I will look different. Natural beauty is not my friend, Make-up won’t stay on my face, There’s all too much I wish to change, I’d rather just copy and paste. In a room full of people, I’d be last on your list, She would be first and that’s just how it is. I’ve come to accept it, yet still dying inside. She wishes to flaunt and I’d rather hide. I have little confidence whilst she seeps way too much, But I guess that’s what you like and I guess that’s what you love. So a reminder to myself, from present and from past, To use in the future, your hurt never lasts. Next time you are deeply hating yourself, and you can’t find the will to live, Please read this back until it sticks in your head, And you find the strength to forgive. Forgive yourself for feeling this way, and know that it’ll pass, Because your head is held high and within the sky, You’ll see his face is shaped like an ***

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC

I'm Being Told To Love Myself

I’m being told to love myself, But how can I when I wish to be anyone else. How can I when nobody else wishes to love me, But instead choose someone better, prettier despite no personality. I break down all too often, as I stare at my reflection. Wishing I looked different, praying that tomorrow I’ll look different. I’m not sure if it was the month or if it was just a need to cry, But nobody loves me, and neither do I. My smile shows off teeth that aren’t fixed to perfection, Sometimes in shop mirrors, I’ll glimpse the reflection. It brings my mood down, way down below the surface, And I wish that tomorrow; pray that tomorrow I will look different. Natural beauty is not my friend, Make-up won’t stay on my face, There’s all too much I wish to change, I’d rather just copy and paste. In a room full of people, I’d be last on your list, She would be first and that’s just how it is. I’ve come to accept it, yet still dying inside. She wishes to flaunt and I’d rather hide. I have little confidence whilst she seeps way too much, But I guess that’s what you like and I guess that’s what you love. So a reminder to myself, from present and from past, To use in the future, your hurt never lasts. Next time you are deeply hating yourself, and you can’t find the will to live, Please read this back until it sticks in your head, And you find the strength to forgive. Forgive yourself for feeling this way, and know that it’ll pass, Because your head is held high and within the sky, You’ll see his face is shaped like an ***

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I am always the second choice. I am never the one someone falls in love or infatuated with first glance; I am never the one someone decides to choose when faced with a decision of picking And I’ve never won a race in my life. I’m fairly used to this but it doesn’t make it any less painful or disheartening. To see what could’ve been, turned and changed and placed in another girls hands. My self confidence gets knocked down like lives in every level of this game, Whilst somebody boosts theirs with what I lost. I am, perhaps, too naive and blind to realise that it was all in my head Despite others seeing what I too saw. Or perhaps I’m far too boring and uninteresting to keep someone. Maybe I am better off using my body for temporary people rather than trying to seek someone long term. Maybe I am not made to be loved in that way, Maybe I am not made to have people stay with me too long And maybe I am just a form of use to someone in pleasure than for them to treasure.

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC

second choice.

I am always the second choice. I am never the one someone falls in love or infatuated with first glance; I am never the one someone decides to choose when faced with a decision of picking And I’ve never won a race in my life. I’m fairly used to this but it doesn’t make it any less painful or disheartening. To see what could’ve been, turned and changed and placed in another girls hands. My self confidence gets knocked down like lives in every level of this game, Whilst somebody boosts theirs with what I lost. I am, perhaps, too naive and blind to realise that it was all in my head Despite others seeing what I too saw. Or perhaps I’m far too boring and uninteresting to keep someone. Maybe I am better off using my body for temporary people rather than trying to seek someone long term. Maybe I am not made to be loved in that way, Maybe I am not made to have people stay with me too long And maybe I am just a form of use to someone in pleasure than for them to treasure.

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I found my self worth buried deep underneath the core of the problem. Sulking and wilting in the garden of his spoken words. Cruel and unkind surrounding every colour and every path, Dripping from every petal and every leaf to the last placement of where I no longer seek to be. I found validation from myself, Not within the stares from you or the apparent love from him. His words are still plastered into my brain and my insecurity is still worse off, But I found peace and contentment. I found optimism and care, Radiated through my surroundings. I found that I deserved more than to be cheated and hurt, Emotionally distraught to humiliation and bleeding in bedding. Suffocation from the sheets and I couldn't sleep. Now I've found acceptance. And I can move on. — validation.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC

Validation.

I found my self worth buried deep underneath the core of the problem. Sulking and wilting in the garden of his spoken words. Cruel and unkind surrounding every colour and every path, Dripping from every petal and every leaf to the last placement of where I no longer seek to be. I found validation from myself, Not within the stares from you or the apparent love from him. His words are still plastered into my brain and my insecurity is still worse off, But I found peace and contentment. I found optimism and care, Radiated through my surroundings. I found that I deserved more than to be cheated and hurt, Emotionally distraught to humiliation and bleeding in bedding. Suffocation from the sheets and I couldn't sleep. Now I've found acceptance. And I can move on. — validation.

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How it is possible for only the sound of your voice to send me from sorrowful and stressed to a calming sea, I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps it's the softness in which you speak, Like the gentle breeze weaving through the sound of the waves Or the way you're equally as nervous. I don't know, But what I do know is that my calming influence said to be given to you, Is also bestowed from you upon me. — admiration.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC

admiration.

How it is possible for only the sound of your voice to send me from sorrowful and stressed to a calming sea, I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps it's the softness in which you speak, Like the gentle breeze weaving through the sound of the waves Or the way you're equally as nervous. I don't know, But what I do know is that my calming influence said to be given to you, Is also bestowed from you upon me. — admiration.

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I'm afraid that, at one point or another, I'm going to force myself to stop feeling this way about you, As I have done many times before with others. It correlates to the feeling of rejection and hurt, Enabling me to run away from my own fears with my cowardice anxiety by my side, Gripping tightly to my hand and furthering away from you. Whilst there, at this new home and safety of mine, A woman asked me of why I'd run. Why I'd used up energy to escape a lovingly positive feeling. And created it to be a bad thing. I explained to her my past, and how it has made me fearful of a future in that regards. She showed me a garden, Colours strikingly bright to the eye, Buzzes coming from the insect's excitement And I'd noticed, within a large group of red roses, there laid a yellow Leant against a red rose. I asked her, why only one? And why within the midst of all red? She told me she'd painted it, for whatever reason she wasn't sure, and she was quite certain it was slowly killing the flower. She asked me which I had noticed first, and I told her the yellow, to which she replied: "Out of a large group of red, your eyes focused on the yellow. Out of all negatives, my dear, you should only focus on the positives." "Of course," she added. "Only in these situations."

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC

How Are Red Roses Yellow (2)

I'm afraid that, at one point or another, I'm going to force myself to stop feeling this way about you, As I have done many times before with others. It correlates to the feeling of rejection and hurt, Enabling me to run away from my own fears with my cowardice anxiety by my side, Gripping tightly to my hand and furthering away from you. Whilst there, at this new home and safety of mine, A woman asked me of why I'd run. Why I'd used up energy to escape a lovingly positive feeling. And created it to be a bad thing. I explained to her my past, and how it has made me fearful of a future in that regards. She showed me a garden, Colours strikingly bright to the eye, Buzzes coming from the insect's excitement And I'd noticed, within a large group of red roses, there laid a yellow Leant against a red rose. I asked her, why only one? And why within the midst of all red? She told me she'd painted it, for whatever reason she wasn't sure, and she was quite certain it was slowly killing the flower. She asked me which I had noticed first, and I told her the yellow, to which she replied: "Out of a large group of red, your eyes focused on the yellow. Out of all negatives, my dear, you should only focus on the positives." "Of course," she added. "Only in these situations."

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As cliché as it sounds, You are consuming my dreams. And as much as I hate it, And I wish for you to leave my mind, I can't really do much else about it other than accept it and deal with it. It is my subconscious mind that is allowing you in, Letting you create your home in there and place posters up on the walls of my brain which you are making your living space. I dreamt sorrow of you, I have dreamt contempt And I've dreamt of love. All of which had me ****** up in the morning and throughout the days afterwards. And part of me wonders if it's the same for you, And if not then how you do it. How you're able to keep me out of your mind because I wish to know answers. I just don't want you occupying my brain space any longer, I'm unable to think of anything without your name or being having an involvement. I don't like the way that this feels. I thought I would but I don't. I'm sick of false pretense in the things I want to be real.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC

How Are Red Roses Yellow (1)

As cliché as it sounds, You are consuming my dreams. And as much as I hate it, And I wish for you to leave my mind, I can't really do much else about it other than accept it and deal with it. It is my subconscious mind that is allowing you in, Letting you create your home in there and place posters up on the walls of my brain which you are making your living space. I dreamt sorrow of you, I have dreamt contempt And I've dreamt of love. All of which had me ****** up in the morning and throughout the days afterwards. And part of me wonders if it's the same for you, And if not then how you do it. How you're able to keep me out of your mind because I wish to know answers. I just don't want you occupying my brain space any longer, I'm unable to think of anything without your name or being having an involvement. I don't like the way that this feels. I thought I would but I don't. I'm sick of false pretense in the things I want to be real.

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