sofiahoefiglyster - Hello Poetry

that the world was ending there were explosions in the sky and everyone was feantic but me very unlike me to be afraid of death was afraid. for years i have tempted death whispered him sweet nothings flirting but in my dream i seemed to want nothing to do with him. in my dream i was frustrated that the world was ending at a time i thought unsuitable because i was happy, fulfilled. i find this funny because for years i have wished the world to implode around me for everything to cease to exist sixteen days. a dream about the world ending i’m told represents a major transition or life changing event. your life, as you currently know it, coming to an end. maybe these years of tempting death and cursing the world are coming to an end.

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

transitionary

that the world was ending there were explosions in the sky and everyone was feantic but me very unlike me to be afraid of death was afraid. for years i have tempted death whispered him sweet nothings flirting but in my dream i seemed to want nothing to do with him. in my dream i was frustrated that the world was ending at a time i thought unsuitable because i was happy, fulfilled. i find this funny because for years i have wished the world to implode around me for everything to cease to exist sixteen days. a dream about the world ending i’m told represents a major transition or life changing event. your life, as you currently know it, coming to an end. maybe these years of tempting death and cursing the world are coming to an end.

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i fear that when i love it is far to much like a vine. always longing to cling and unable to grow alone feeding off the sap of another deteriorating any of my host trees competing for their light heavily vine laden trees grow more slowly produce fewer seeds less fruit and due to their deteriorative effects on trees most people seem to advocate the removal of vines. i fear that when i love it is far too parasitic.

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC

liana

i fear that when i love it is far to much like a vine. always longing to cling and unable to grow alone feeding off the sap of another deteriorating any of my host trees competing for their light heavily vine laden trees grow more slowly produce fewer seeds less fruit and due to their deteriorative effects on trees most people seem to advocate the removal of vines. i fear that when i love it is far too parasitic.

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it happens in the spaces between your hands, the rosiness of your cheeks. when you're laughing, and she cannot take her eyes off of you you might not see it, but it's there growing in the midst of all the stillness.

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC

warmth

it happens in the spaces between your hands, the rosiness of your cheeks. when you're laughing, and she cannot take her eyes off of you you might not see it, but it's there growing in the midst of all the stillness.

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"And at last, I no longer have to roam and I finally understand those sailors who plant their lips to the ground, I do the same with your body. It's because you taste like home." - Shane Koyczan when im with you, the world around me freezes. a world that i have not always gotten along with. a world, which usually feels like a speeding car heading directly for me, catching me like a deer in the headlights. you feel like coming home from a long trip somewhere far away, where i've been sleeping on a floor, or maybe a blow up mattress. uncomfortable and exhausted. you are that feeling of climbing into my own bed once again, finally getting a good nights sleep. even if i could traverse to the ends of the earth. i still don't think i would find a better home than right here in your arms.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC

home

"And at last, I no longer have to roam and I finally understand those sailors who plant their lips to the ground, I do the same with your body. It's because you taste like home." - Shane Koyczan when im with you, the world around me freezes. a world that i have not always gotten along with. a world, which usually feels like a speeding car heading directly for me, catching me like a deer in the headlights. you feel like coming home from a long trip somewhere far away, where i've been sleeping on a floor, or maybe a blow up mattress. uncomfortable and exhausted. you are that feeling of climbing into my own bed once again, finally getting a good nights sleep. even if i could traverse to the ends of the earth. i still don't think i would find a better home than right here in your arms.

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i cannot make my anger beautiful. or my pain sweet. i refuse to make this easier to swallow. i am not yours to consume.

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC

prey

i cannot make my anger beautiful. or my pain sweet. i refuse to make this easier to swallow. i am not yours to consume.

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my body and i, we do not always get along. our relationship, like that of an old married couple. an old married couple who got married a little too young, too unprepared, too wild. a couple that's been together way too long, so long that, now we could not be with anyone else. we don't know how to and anyway, we have the same friends. my body and i, we fight a lot. years upon years of arguments, betrayals. too many feelings have been hurt. i'm not sure if there is even any trust left, both equally as guilty as the other. but there's still love there, somewhere, deep down and every now and again that goodness will appear, hidden within the little things; leaving meals out for each other, tucking the other into bed after a long day warm showers. small moments of love we stay together.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC

toxic

my body and i, we do not always get along. our relationship, like that of an old married couple. an old married couple who got married a little too young, too unprepared, too wild. a couple that's been together way too long, so long that, now we could not be with anyone else. we don't know how to and anyway, we have the same friends. my body and i, we fight a lot. years upon years of arguments, betrayals. too many feelings have been hurt. i'm not sure if there is even any trust left, both equally as guilty as the other. but there's still love there, somewhere, deep down and every now and again that goodness will appear, hidden within the little things; leaving meals out for each other, tucking the other into bed after a long day warm showers. small moments of love we stay together.

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