tatjana - Hello Poetry

Don't blame the many for the actions of the few.

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Aug 18, 2016

Aug 18, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC

Don't blame the many for the actions of the few.

The storm is brewing, the wind picking up The lights flikkers, lightning strikes. Anger - pain - fear - guilt Swirling emotions: tossing & turning At long last there is peace, but for how long, for we are merely in the eye of the storm. The calm in my soul won't last much longer when the storm reappears I fear for it's angers. What damage will I leave in my wake, be it within my self or others. For it is always those who care most that get swept up into the storm.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

The storm

The storm is brewing, the wind picking up The lights flikkers, lightning strikes. Anger - pain - fear - guilt Swirling emotions: tossing & turning At long last there is peace, but for how long, for we are merely in the eye of the storm. The calm in my soul won't last much longer when the storm reappears I fear for it's angers. What damage will I leave in my wake, be it within my self or others. For it is always those who care most that get swept up into the storm.

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Because one day those lies will crack and fall apart.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC

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Because one day those lies will crack and fall apart.

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I want to tell you our story. I want you to see it. I want you hear it. I want you to taste it, touch it, sense it. I want you to feel what I feel. Feel the happiness, the love but also the pain and agony you've given me. I want to tell you this story because you have no idea, because I've never told you how I feel. I've left whatever our story could have been- Unwritten.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC

Unwritten

I want to tell you our story. I want you to see it. I want you hear it. I want you to taste it, touch it, sense it. I want you to feel what I feel. Feel the happiness, the love but also the pain and agony you've given me. I want to tell you this story because you have no idea, because I've never told you how I feel. I've left whatever our story could have been- Unwritten.

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Ink blotches, coffee stains cramped fingers, chronic strain. I can't control the need, to constantly feed, my hollowed soul. With pretty words and stories, rehashing former glories. I can't- can't stop myself. For I'm trapped in a prison of my own design: a prison of pens and paper.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC

Prison of Pens & Paper

Ink blotches, coffee stains cramped fingers, chronic strain. I can't control the need, to constantly feed, my hollowed soul. With pretty words and stories, rehashing former glories. I can't- can't stop myself. For I'm trapped in a prison of my own design: a prison of pens and paper.

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Usually I'm able to put my feelings into words. Express my emotion eloquently, wear my heart upon my sleeve. But with you I can't- the mere mention of your name sends me into a tailspin. You make me smile with just a nod. You anger me with that crooked smirk. You make my heart ache with yearning. And you make me so incredibly sad when I remind myself that you'll never want to be with me. That you'll never know how I feel, good or bad. You'll never know that my heart beats faster when I see you. That butterflies erupt in my stomach and that my mind turns to mush. I'll never be able to tell you- show you any of this.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC

You

Usually I'm able to put my feelings into words. Express my emotion eloquently, wear my heart upon my sleeve. But with you I can't- the mere mention of your name sends me into a tailspin. You make me smile with just a nod. You anger me with that crooked smirk. You make my heart ache with yearning. And you make me so incredibly sad when I remind myself that you'll never want to be with me. That you'll never know how I feel, good or bad. You'll never know that my heart beats faster when I see you. That butterflies erupt in my stomach and that my mind turns to mush. I'll never be able to tell you- show you any of this.

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Let us celebrate the writers and the poets, for they are the ones that bring true magic into our world. They make us laugh until we cry, they give us hope, dreams. They also make our eyes fill with tears, our bodies shiver in grief. They create worlds within our own, filled with family, friends, foes They give us a home, they all do this simply by using words. If that isn't magic, I don't know what is.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC

Writers

Let us celebrate the writers and the poets, for they are the ones that bring true magic into our world. They make us laugh until we cry, they give us hope, dreams. They also make our eyes fill with tears, our bodies shiver in grief. They create worlds within our own, filled with family, friends, foes They give us a home, they all do this simply by using words. If that isn't magic, I don't know what is.

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Last night was a nightmare You gave them all quite a scare You yelling, screaming you I think you even broke a chair or two Of course we figured out a good excuse ... It'd be a shame if they knew about your abuse

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC

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Last night was a nightmare You gave them all quite a scare You yelling, screaming you I think you even broke a chair or two Of course we figured out a good excuse ... It'd be a shame if they knew about your abuse

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Tick Tock, says the clock I think I'm going insane Tick Tock, says the clock The monster is breaking his chain Tick Tock, Tick Tock The clock keeps ticking away Tick Tock, Tick Tock The monster will always catch his prey.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC

Tick Tock

Tick Tock, says the clock I think I'm going insane Tick Tock, says the clock The monster is breaking his chain Tick Tock, Tick Tock The clock keeps ticking away Tick Tock, Tick Tock The monster will always catch his prey.

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