something-quiet - Hello Poetry

Snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds I'll cut them til my friends are gone I don't need you or you or you Cuz face it, you don't need me too You never cared 'bout what I say Or how's my evening, how's my day I'm not worth a thing, you see A useless **** to you and me I can't fix mistakes I've made What I did, the price i paid So snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds I've cut them now, my friends are gone

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Aug 28, 2017

Aug 28, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC

Snip, Snip

Snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds I'll cut them til my friends are gone I don't need you or you or you Cuz face it, you don't need me too You never cared 'bout what I say Or how's my evening, how's my day I'm not worth a thing, you see A useless **** to you and me I can't fix mistakes I've made What I did, the price i paid So snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds I've cut them now, my friends are gone

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When I say, "I need a hug" I don't mean those simple ones. Those easy one-arm-over-one-arm-under, Those awkward-pats-on-the-back, Those that say I-don't-really-mean-it, Those that reply this-makes-me-uncomfortable. I don't mean them. I mean clinging to you like a man to driftwood amidst a roaring storm, I mean burying my face in your embrace to smother my frustration, I mean being held tight enough to stop myself from falling apart, I mean feeling safe from the world outside the shelter of your arms, I need a hug.

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Nov 5, 2015

Nov 5, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC

I Need A Hug

When I say, "I need a hug" I don't mean those simple ones. Those easy one-arm-over-one-arm-under, Those awkward-pats-on-the-back, Those that say I-don't-really-mean-it, Those that reply this-makes-me-uncomfortable. I don't mean them. I mean clinging to you like a man to driftwood amidst a roaring storm, I mean burying my face in your embrace to smother my frustration, I mean being held tight enough to stop myself from falling apart, I mean feeling safe from the world outside the shelter of your arms, I need a hug.

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Tired eyes? Tired brain, I'm not sick. I'm not insane. You ask what's wrong, it's all in vain, Since I'm not hurt. I'm not in pain. Listen to me. Weary smile? Weary heart, I'm not sick. Not torn apart. You say I lie, I say it's art, Since I'm not used. I'm just not smart. Listen to me! Bitter tears? Bitter soul, I'm not sick. Life takes its toll. You want to help, it's not your role Since I'm not cracked. I'm still a whole. I said listen! No. Please. Why? I have something to say. Go on. *You're sick. Stop denying it. There's clearly something wrong. It's all a lie and there's no art. Let me help you heal.* No. Please, let me help you heal. No! Before it's too late. It already is.

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC

I'm Not Sick

Tired eyes? Tired brain, I'm not sick. I'm not insane. You ask what's wrong, it's all in vain, Since I'm not hurt. I'm not in pain. Listen to me. Weary smile? Weary heart, I'm not sick. Not torn apart. You say I lie, I say it's art, Since I'm not used. I'm just not smart. Listen to me! Bitter tears? Bitter soul, I'm not sick. Life takes its toll. You want to help, it's not your role Since I'm not cracked. I'm still a whole. I said listen! No. Please. Why? I have something to say. Go on. *You're sick. Stop denying it. There's clearly something wrong. It's all a lie and there's no art. Let me help you heal.* No. Please, let me help you heal. No! Before it's too late. It already is.

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Don't assume they're blue, child If they're not red like you For there are other colours here Like green and purple too A yellow bright like sunshine A brown like chocolate chip A grey like rainy storm-skies An orange salsa dip A violet dark as nightfall A white on mountain peaks A silver-gold of starlight A pink like blushing cheeks A fuchsia flower garden A green of grass and leaves A black as dark as void-holes A turquoise like the sea See, there are many colours here Like green and purple too So don't assume they're blue, child If they're not red like you

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC

Red Like You

Don't assume they're blue, child If they're not red like you For there are other colours here Like green and purple too A yellow bright like sunshine A brown like chocolate chip A grey like rainy storm-skies An orange salsa dip A violet dark as nightfall A white on mountain peaks A silver-gold of starlight A pink like blushing cheeks A fuchsia flower garden A green of grass and leaves A black as dark as void-holes A turquoise like the sea See, there are many colours here Like green and purple too So don't assume they're blue, child If they're not red like you

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My friend cut his hair. Many weeks ago. His hair was long, But now it's short, Much shorter than before. My friend cut his hair. It's softer to the touch. I pat his head, A gentle tap, He didn't like it much. My friend cut his hair. It used to hide his eyes. I see them both, Like pretty jewels, No longer in disguise. My friend cut his hair. It makes him different now. His eyes light up, His smiles are warm, As warm as he'll allow.

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC

My Friend Cut His Hair

My friend cut his hair. Many weeks ago. His hair was long, But now it's short, Much shorter than before. My friend cut his hair. It's softer to the touch. I pat his head, A gentle tap, He didn't like it much. My friend cut his hair. It used to hide his eyes. I see them both, Like pretty jewels, No longer in disguise. My friend cut his hair. It makes him different now. His eyes light up, His smiles are warm, As warm as he'll allow.

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Green skin, skulled face, Candy red? Or lime green? I do not know, Both, maybe. Creature hatched from a sugary treat, Eggshell sickly sweet. I devour it, Nothing remains. I am no longer a creature, Two sides split: Lime green, candy red, A sarcophagus as my bed. I house a bloodbath. Candy red soldiers March across and slaughter Lime green maidens Weep and flee and cry out I am but a cage Housing opposing sides of colour Who is winning? Can you tell? The deed is done. I surrender. The Muse has been struck down, space. A mark left in her place. I surrender. The Lord has won this war, time. I am no longer mine.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC

Cherubim

Green skin, skulled face, Candy red? Or lime green? I do not know, Both, maybe. Creature hatched from a sugary treat, Eggshell sickly sweet. I devour it, Nothing remains. I am no longer a creature, Two sides split: Lime green, candy red, A sarcophagus as my bed. I house a bloodbath. Candy red soldiers March across and slaughter Lime green maidens Weep and flee and cry out I am but a cage Housing opposing sides of colour Who is winning? Can you tell? The deed is done. I surrender. The Muse has been struck down, space. A mark left in her place. I surrender. The Lord has won this war, time. I am no longer mine.

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Sunlight, clocks, alarms: They call for us, "Wake up!" Convincing us to stumble out of bed, Unwillingly, As the bedsheets, the blankets, the pillows, Are all we have. Bosses, teachers, parents: They call for us, "Now work!" We persevere through the day, Unwillingly, Another coffee, another biscuit, Are all we have. Paperwork, homework, chores: They call for us, "No rest!" Barely surviving, we continue, Unwillingly, The hopes of evening, night, and stars, Are all we have. Eventually, it is another day over: There is no cheer, only a sigh of relief. We stumble to our beds, wondering, Unwillingly, When did we become, Like this?

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC

Unwillingly

Sunlight, clocks, alarms: They call for us, "Wake up!" Convincing us to stumble out of bed, Unwillingly, As the bedsheets, the blankets, the pillows, Are all we have. Bosses, teachers, parents: They call for us, "Now work!" We persevere through the day, Unwillingly, Another coffee, another biscuit, Are all we have. Paperwork, homework, chores: They call for us, "No rest!" Barely surviving, we continue, Unwillingly, The hopes of evening, night, and stars, Are all we have. Eventually, it is another day over: There is no cheer, only a sigh of relief. We stumble to our beds, wondering, Unwillingly, When did we become, Like this?

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