ssw - Hello Poetry

Only tell your darkest of secrets to the sand by the sea; the waves will take your words and keep them forever, never to tell a single soul.

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC

the one true confidant

Only tell your darkest of secrets to the sand by the sea; the waves will take your words and keep them forever, never to tell a single soul.

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You can reprehend me all you want, but please don't smear my words. They're my feelings, my world; the only written whispers I know to be true.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC

Robbed identity

You can reprehend me all you want, but please don't smear my words. They're my feelings, my world; the only written whispers I know to be true.

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Orwell once said, “All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing what we live is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” I am the demon who I can neither resist nor understand.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC

spilled ink

Orwell once said, “All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing what we live is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” I am the demon who I can neither resist nor understand.

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The sky feels sad today. Just another reason I am sad, too.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC

misty fog

The sky feels sad today. Just another reason I am sad, too.

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The day you left me is still painfully vivid in my head. / Every love song and sad song reminds me of you. Every single one. / I think about the way you smile when you laugh. I think about it a lot. / Do you ever think of me? Like really think of me? / I watch and read a lot of things that will make me cry because I’m so sick of crying about you. / You’ve been a part of my everyday thoughts for so long now. I don’t think I can shake you out of my head anymore. / I’ve run out of reasons to forget you so now I’m just making up reasons to talk to you. / I loved you too much. Sometimes I’m scared that I still do. / You keep texting me for all the wrong reasons and in some twisted way, they seem right. / I like to think that we “made love” that night, but god knows you just ****** me ‘cause you could. / Stop messing with my head and just tell me how much I annoy you and how you don’t want me in your life unless I’ll **** you when you’re lonely. Just tell me these things over and over so that I can finally hate you and let go. / You took me and you shook out all the fiery passion I had in me and I bet you used it to just light your **** cigarettes that don’t even give you buzzes anymore. / One day you’re going to be belting out broadway tunes around the house that you bought with your wife and I can’t bear to think any further than that.

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC

heartbreak: a series of thoughts

The day you left me is still painfully vivid in my head. / Every love song and sad song reminds me of you. Every single one. / I think about the way you smile when you laugh. I think about it a lot. / Do you ever think of me? Like really think of me? / I watch and read a lot of things that will make me cry because I’m so sick of crying about you. / You’ve been a part of my everyday thoughts for so long now. I don’t think I can shake you out of my head anymore. / I’ve run out of reasons to forget you so now I’m just making up reasons to talk to you. / I loved you too much. Sometimes I’m scared that I still do. / You keep texting me for all the wrong reasons and in some twisted way, they seem right. / I like to think that we “made love” that night, but god knows you just ****** me ‘cause you could. / Stop messing with my head and just tell me how much I annoy you and how you don’t want me in your life unless I’ll **** you when you’re lonely. Just tell me these things over and over so that I can finally hate you and let go. / You took me and you shook out all the fiery passion I had in me and I bet you used it to just light your **** cigarettes that don’t even give you buzzes anymore. / One day you’re going to be belting out broadway tunes around the house that you bought with your wife and I can’t bear to think any further than that.

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I can't write beautifully or with heart anymore and it makes my soul feel like it's drowning in the merciless sea that my mind has become

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC

far from the shore

I can't write beautifully or with heart anymore and it makes my soul feel like it's drowning in the merciless sea that my mind has become

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i. I sat down at the piano alone on stage and played my favorite melody at the time The notes echoed in my ears and sent a smooth buzz through my veins I felt someone’s presence and turned my head to see your eyes following my fingers that eventually stopped dancing on the keys You looked up, our eyes met, and I was never the same ii. Your name lit up my phone and my heart nearly skipped a beat I opened the message; a cue for me to come out and meet you We took a silent drive to the restaurant, our only words being "I like your shoes" and "thank you" Before I could reach for the door handle you opened the door for me and I already liked you more than the minute before We sat at the table and ordered food that became cold anyway since we preferred getting to know the strangers we saw in each other that chilly, Saturday night "I can tell I’m going to like you a lot," you said I smiled, hoping you weren’t lying Thank god you really weren’t iii. I was terrified of your mother when I first met her I think I always will be Your father is a favorite of mine, though I enjoyed spending time at your home I remember you were sick one day, so we went to your living room couch and watched It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia as my fingers danced upon your neck in slow, gentle motions with your head comfortably resting on my lap We had a blanket covering the both of us and your father came in and thanked me for taking care of you When you fell asleep that was the first time I had seen an angel in human form I haven’t seen another one since iv. I had never smoked in my life **** or cigarettes— and you happened to have both I was always curious about cigarettes so I tried those first I hated it but I didn’t cough and you called me a champion We eventually smoked some of your beautiful greens and I felt it settle in my body and lift up my head I turned to look at you and instead our lips met and we rolled over into a trance I’ve never quite gotten out of v. Back and forth, back and forth our lips gently played together then our hands then our legs until our bodies intertwined You laid me down and kissed my neck then my chest then my stomach and you slid your hands under my sweater as I slipped mine under yours Our eyes met once again and I whispered "please" slowly removing what garments were unneccessary— You nodded your head, grasped my face, and kissed me again except this time around I felt a stronger sensation It ran through my body and escaped through my mouth There was something breathtaking about the way you said my name and when someone else says it it doesn’t feel the same

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC

the lovely parts of us

i. I sat down at the piano alone on stage and played my favorite melody at the time The notes echoed in my ears and sent a smooth buzz through my veins I felt someone’s presence and turned my head to see your eyes following my fingers that eventually stopped dancing on the keys You looked up, our eyes met, and I was never the same ii. Your name lit up my phone and my heart nearly skipped a beat I opened the message; a cue for me to come out and meet you We took a silent drive to the restaurant, our only words being "I like your shoes" and "thank you" Before I could reach for the door handle you opened the door for me and I already liked you more than the minute before We sat at the table and ordered food that became cold anyway since we preferred getting to know the strangers we saw in each other that chilly, Saturday night "I can tell I’m going to like you a lot," you said I smiled, hoping you weren’t lying Thank god you really weren’t iii. I was terrified of your mother when I first met her I think I always will be Your father is a favorite of mine, though I enjoyed spending time at your home I remember you were sick one day, so we went to your living room couch and watched It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia as my fingers danced upon your neck in slow, gentle motions with your head comfortably resting on my lap We had a blanket covering the both of us and your father came in and thanked me for taking care of you When you fell asleep that was the first time I had seen an angel in human form I haven’t seen another one since iv. I had never smoked in my life **** or cigarettes— and you happened to have both I was always curious about cigarettes so I tried those first I hated it but I didn’t cough and you called me a champion We eventually smoked some of your beautiful greens and I felt it settle in my body and lift up my head I turned to look at you and instead our lips met and we rolled over into a trance I’ve never quite gotten out of v. Back and forth, back and forth our lips gently played together then our hands then our legs until our bodies intertwined You laid me down and kissed my neck then my chest then my stomach and you slid your hands under my sweater as I slipped mine under yours Our eyes met once again and I whispered "please" slowly removing what garments were unneccessary— You nodded your head, grasped my face, and kissed me again except this time around I felt a stronger sensation It ran through my body and escaped through my mouth There was something breathtaking about the way you said my name and when someone else says it it doesn’t feel the same

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It’s only 7:30pm and my head is thundering as if it were 3:59am. Sometimes I wish the lightning would just ******* strike and end this ********* storm.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC

#541

It’s only 7:30pm and my head is thundering as if it were 3:59am. Sometimes I wish the lightning would just ******* strike and end this ********* storm.

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I drank too much alcohol again and tried dragging you out of my mind but all that ******* did was leave traces of you on my hands for me to wake up to the next morning and then I remembered you all over again

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC

skid marks

I drank too much alcohol again and tried dragging you out of my mind but all that ******* did was leave traces of you on my hands for me to wake up to the next morning and then I remembered you all over again

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A long time ago we were one, like the sprout of a new tree. It felt fresh and new and we grew together. We became stronger to the point where it seemed like nothing could cut us down. We must have grown too fast, though; one day when I looked at you you had started to grow another direction reaching for the sky, nonetheless, but no longer for me. You branched off farther and farther until you were too high to touch and I couldn't bloom anymore. I didn't know what to reach for; I forgot how to grow. So I rotted, slowly, and let myself fall to the ground where it all started. I can't forget us but I can't quite remember, either and I've been there ever since.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC

rooted

A long time ago we were one, like the sprout of a new tree. It felt fresh and new and we grew together. We became stronger to the point where it seemed like nothing could cut us down. We must have grown too fast, though; one day when I looked at you you had started to grow another direction reaching for the sky, nonetheless, but no longer for me. You branched off farther and farther until you were too high to touch and I couldn't bloom anymore. I didn't know what to reach for; I forgot how to grow. So I rotted, slowly, and let myself fall to the ground where it all started. I can't forget us but I can't quite remember, either and I've been there ever since.

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