sunsprout - Hello Poetry

I miss the honeyed balm of poetry, the melodic rhythm of words skipping gracefully in my mind, making a home on the tips of my lashes and kissing my fingertips with reverence the pine boughs and dewdrops and shafts of sunlight which scatter through soft, heavy grey a home found in syllables savored by my tongue, without being carried into sound-- my lips lock their sweetness behind my teeth to drink down the flowing sentences again, again again

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Aug 13, 2021

Aug 13, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC

It's Been a While

I miss the honeyed balm of poetry, the melodic rhythm of words skipping gracefully in my mind, making a home on the tips of my lashes and kissing my fingertips with reverence the pine boughs and dewdrops and shafts of sunlight which scatter through soft, heavy grey a home found in syllables savored by my tongue, without being carried into sound-- my lips lock their sweetness behind my teeth to drink down the flowing sentences again, again again

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As a species We Mean nothing to the universe. Countless galaxies exist, Stars die out, And we crawl about on this one planet In one solar system In a single Galaxy Within the ever expanding vastness Of space. And yet. The pain of loss Or a broken heart feels As monumental as a star's final moments. Love exists, A force that causes our souls to swell and change, Like the expansion of the universe. So, As insignificant as we are within it, Are we not all crucial elements In each other's universes?

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC

Momentary

As a species We Mean nothing to the universe. Countless galaxies exist, Stars die out, And we crawl about on this one planet In one solar system In a single Galaxy Within the ever expanding vastness Of space. And yet. The pain of loss Or a broken heart feels As monumental as a star's final moments. Love exists, A force that causes our souls to swell and change, Like the expansion of the universe. So, As insignificant as we are within it, Are we not all crucial elements In each other's universes?

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When I say "I'm scared of falling in love" What I really mean is that I'm terrified that my shining eyes will betray people who reach For a glittering diamond heart And instead cut their hands on broken glass. That they will leave me, Thinking I am not worth being scarred for. I am scared of people Who will press their cookie-cutter expectations against me And leave me trying to mold myself Back into the girl I vaguely remember being. When I say "I'm scared of falling in love," I'm saying that I am scared of imprints remaining While memory-foam hearts forget me. So I guess I'm not scared of falling in love, But of what will happen when I hit the ground... Of inevitable pain.

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC

Scared

When I say "I'm scared of falling in love" What I really mean is that I'm terrified that my shining eyes will betray people who reach For a glittering diamond heart And instead cut their hands on broken glass. That they will leave me, Thinking I am not worth being scarred for. I am scared of people Who will press their cookie-cutter expectations against me And leave me trying to mold myself Back into the girl I vaguely remember being. When I say "I'm scared of falling in love," I'm saying that I am scared of imprints remaining While memory-foam hearts forget me. So I guess I'm not scared of falling in love, But of what will happen when I hit the ground... Of inevitable pain.

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Sometimes I want to be loved. I want to be held, Secure in arms I can trust in. Understood By someone unafraid to leap Off the diving board into the deep Mess of my thoughts. Gazed at By eyes that can't get enough of me, That memorize every detail. Heard By ears that register my laugh As the sweetest song they've heard. I want To be loved Sometimes.

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May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC

I Want...

Sometimes I want to be loved. I want to be held, Secure in arms I can trust in. Understood By someone unafraid to leap Off the diving board into the deep Mess of my thoughts. Gazed at By eyes that can't get enough of me, That memorize every detail. Heard By ears that register my laugh As the sweetest song they've heard. I want To be loved Sometimes.

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You'd think that Since the load of stress breaks my Back with its weight, That being able to relax would allow me to heal. But I am lost without the routine of school, as much as I loathe it. Depression is funny like that. You'd think that I would be able to swim back up From the violent ocean of thoughts I assume other people have about me, But I'm drowning myself, weighing myself down with my own criticism. Depression is funny like that. You'd think that having all the free time in the world To improve my various skills would be A blessing of opportunity, But perfectionism and laziness grip my Shoulders, breathe into my mind, "It won't be good enough anyway." Depression is funny like that. You'd think that Without anything bad happening, The contemplation of suicide wouldn't still be smoldering in the back of my mind. But for some reason I'm blowing on the embers, and coaxing out a blaze... Depression is funny like that.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC

Depression is funny like that

You'd think that Since the load of stress breaks my Back with its weight, That being able to relax would allow me to heal. But I am lost without the routine of school, as much as I loathe it. Depression is funny like that. You'd think that I would be able to swim back up From the violent ocean of thoughts I assume other people have about me, But I'm drowning myself, weighing myself down with my own criticism. Depression is funny like that. You'd think that having all the free time in the world To improve my various skills would be A blessing of opportunity, But perfectionism and laziness grip my Shoulders, breathe into my mind, "It won't be good enough anyway." Depression is funny like that. You'd think that Without anything bad happening, The contemplation of suicide wouldn't still be smoldering in the back of my mind. But for some reason I'm blowing on the embers, and coaxing out a blaze... Depression is funny like that.

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"Why don't you ~Smile~ More?" I wish I knew how many times those words left people's lips to slap me in the face. I want to tell them everything. About how I stay up reading until the words blur and fade, because I hate being alone with my thoughts in the dark. How I over-analyze EVERYTHING, every mistake replaying, replaying, replaying like a broken record. How I can't breathe before another imagined scenario- unrealistically good or bad- pulls me under. It all comes back to the writhing, swelling ocean of my brain, but I shrug and say "I guess I'm just tired."

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC

There's a reason I'm not smiling, and it's not because I don't like you

"Why don't you ~Smile~ More?" I wish I knew how many times those words left people's lips to slap me in the face. I want to tell them everything. About how I stay up reading until the words blur and fade, because I hate being alone with my thoughts in the dark. How I over-analyze EVERYTHING, every mistake replaying, replaying, replaying like a broken record. How I can't breathe before another imagined scenario- unrealistically good or bad- pulls me under. It all comes back to the writhing, swelling ocean of my brain, but I shrug and say "I guess I'm just tired."

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The gentle murmur of voices in the kitchen, The quiet turning of a page, The reliable ticking of a clock, The silence of the street outside... And the unexplainable screaming in my head.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC

9 pm

The gentle murmur of voices in the kitchen, The quiet turning of a page, The reliable ticking of a clock, The silence of the street outside... And the unexplainable screaming in my head.

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As Sun retreats Down into the horizon, He pulls the blanket of stars Over the sky. The residue of his flame is brushed onto the quickly deepening blue. Moon begins to glide into view, and Creatures of the night begin to stir, Recognizing her scent. Those who basked in Sun's light flee to the shadows and into their dreams To hide from her ghostly glow. This is the special time Of balance, And silence, And stillness. This is dusk, in all its beauty.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC

Dusk

As Sun retreats Down into the horizon, He pulls the blanket of stars Over the sky. The residue of his flame is brushed onto the quickly deepening blue. Moon begins to glide into view, and Creatures of the night begin to stir, Recognizing her scent. Those who basked in Sun's light flee to the shadows and into their dreams To hide from her ghostly glow. This is the special time Of balance, And silence, And stillness. This is dusk, in all its beauty.

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When my eyes are blank, My breathing steady yet shallow... There is a special place I go Deep within my thoughts. Where I drift alone through darkness, Hiding From the world.

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Jul 31, 2017

Jul 31, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC

Staring

When my eyes are blank, My breathing steady yet shallow... There is a special place I go Deep within my thoughts. Where I drift alone through darkness, Hiding From the world.

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