spirkism - Hello Poetry

somtimes I dream about flowers about their golden petals and their green leaves how they're swaying in the soft wind but do the flowers dream about me? about my golden hair and my blue eyes how I'm swaying under all that pressure? do they see me in their dreams how I'm crumbling under all this weight like they would under heavy rain? I like to think they do just like I dream about them and maybe just like I marvel at them they see beauty in me too sometimes I dream about flowers and sometimes flowers dream about me

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

Dreams of Flowers

somtimes I dream about flowers about their golden petals and their green leaves how they're swaying in the soft wind but do the flowers dream about me? about my golden hair and my blue eyes how I'm swaying under all that pressure? do they see me in their dreams how I'm crumbling under all this weight like they would under heavy rain? I like to think they do just like I dream about them and maybe just like I marvel at them they see beauty in me too sometimes I dream about flowers and sometimes flowers dream about me

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go take out the trash, a little voice says no, you reply I'm comfortable right now lying here on my bed in my pyjamas but you have to, the voice insists not now, you reply I'll do it later it goes on like this it happens every day now but you always answer later later now becomes much much later you're getting more and more skilled at ignoring the little voice every once in a while it pikes up again take out the trash but you don't listen you're too comfortable too lazy too tired too anxious too hurt too anything too everything you never take out the trash until years later you have to vacate the space you're living in and the suffucating amount of trash you've accummulated becomes quite obvious and now you have to take out the trash so you go and take out the trash and you go and you go and you go no end in sight until you start to wonder if it will ever stop or if you're now trapped in some kind of eternal hell of taking out the trash and you start resenting that little voice that now utters something that sounds a lot like I told you so you should have listened to me yes, you should have listened to that little voice so now you start resenting yourself for not listening to the voice but the one question that now insistently nags at you that won't leave you alone anymore if you managed to hoard such a huge amount of trash by just never taking it out what does your mind look like you've never taken out the trash there either and you nervously ponder how it will end the day you will have to vacate that space

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC

Trash

go take out the trash, a little voice says no, you reply I'm comfortable right now lying here on my bed in my pyjamas but you have to, the voice insists not now, you reply I'll do it later it goes on like this it happens every day now but you always answer later later now becomes much much later you're getting more and more skilled at ignoring the little voice every once in a while it pikes up again take out the trash but you don't listen you're too comfortable too lazy too tired too anxious too hurt too anything too everything you never take out the trash until years later you have to vacate the space you're living in and the suffucating amount of trash you've accummulated becomes quite obvious and now you have to take out the trash so you go and take out the trash and you go and you go and you go no end in sight until you start to wonder if it will ever stop or if you're now trapped in some kind of eternal hell of taking out the trash and you start resenting that little voice that now utters something that sounds a lot like I told you so you should have listened to me yes, you should have listened to that little voice so now you start resenting yourself for not listening to the voice but the one question that now insistently nags at you that won't leave you alone anymore if you managed to hoard such a huge amount of trash by just never taking it out what does your mind look like you've never taken out the trash there either and you nervously ponder how it will end the day you will have to vacate that space

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Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. A greeting. Bland. Used. Boring. Heard every day day in day out Hello. a stranger a friend a teacher a lover a colleague a child Hello. a meaningless phrase common heard every day day in day out Hello. HELLO! Exhilaration Relief Joy you thought it forgotten broken never to be heard again Hello! a father crushed by fate by a car feared to be lost forever but hello! a greeting a new beginning a fresh start with one word Hello.

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC

Hello

Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. A greeting. Bland. Used. Boring. Heard every day day in day out Hello. a stranger a friend a teacher a lover a colleague a child Hello. a meaningless phrase common heard every day day in day out Hello. HELLO! Exhilaration Relief Joy you thought it forgotten broken never to be heard again Hello! a father crushed by fate by a car feared to be lost forever but hello! a greeting a new beginning a fresh start with one word Hello.

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sometimes I wish you would notice that I'm not alright. can you not see the storm raging beneath my skin swirling around my bones like black smoke poisonous and acrid dissolving me from the inside? I expect you to see through my skin like it was glass even though I turned myself opaque long ago.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC

Opaque

sometimes I wish you would notice that I'm not alright. can you not see the storm raging beneath my skin swirling around my bones like black smoke poisonous and acrid dissolving me from the inside? I expect you to see through my skin like it was glass even though I turned myself opaque long ago.

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