tiredplant - Hello Poetry

asleep closed eyes; darkness and depth emerge slowly my bitter mind is drained thoughts seeping out of my body splattering through the room thoughts of, beauty broken locks letters lights oceans and then nothing nothing? nothing is the absen- ce of something nothing in itself cannot exist, the idea of nothing exists, an illusion... an illusion is when I am with her, it tastes of acidic tears they are cold in my suitcase with the rest of my illusions it lies... in the ground dead. my suitcase is dead uninhabited, lifeless, barren. it is death grinding a copper fence full of lies. i think i am that copper fence no i know i am that copper fence i am nowhere i am.. asleep

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

lucid

asleep closed eyes; darkness and depth emerge slowly my bitter mind is drained thoughts seeping out of my body splattering through the room thoughts of, beauty broken locks letters lights oceans and then nothing nothing? nothing is the absen- ce of something nothing in itself cannot exist, the idea of nothing exists, an illusion... an illusion is when I am with her, it tastes of acidic tears they are cold in my suitcase with the rest of my illusions it lies... in the ground dead. my suitcase is dead uninhabited, lifeless, barren. it is death grinding a copper fence full of lies. i think i am that copper fence no i know i am that copper fence i am nowhere i am.. asleep

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this morning i have decided this will be the last thing i will ever write about you,

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC

7:19 am

this morning i have decided this will be the last thing i will ever write about you,

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it is raining again remember when we were kids we would stare outside the window look for the pitter patter we would leave foggy hand prints on the glass we would sing rain rain go away teacher told us to. clouds, so discontent with thunder an- d lightning. always fighting with each other with anything lots of yelling lots of screaming poor grey clouds cant hold the blue sky anymore. down comes the rain, sad clouds, lots of rain. thunder and lighting get mad boom sky lights up with twenty million volts of resentment that was a story my mom told me when i was a little kid who knew it was non-fiction non-fiction to say the least it was a reflection a reflection of my parents and why they don't love each other anymore twenty million volts of resentment on my mothers face she says it was an accident it's fine i am not a kid anymore i know it isn't fine and i dont sing rain rain go away I because you are never here to sing it with me and II because i've learned that the rain has to pour before it doesn't, so just let it ******* pour its pouring all the time, and even when its not it still is and you may not see it and maybe no one can but i see it its constant. i have really grown to love the rain

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC

bedroom flood

it is raining again remember when we were kids we would stare outside the window look for the pitter patter we would leave foggy hand prints on the glass we would sing rain rain go away teacher told us to. clouds, so discontent with thunder an- d lightning. always fighting with each other with anything lots of yelling lots of screaming poor grey clouds cant hold the blue sky anymore. down comes the rain, sad clouds, lots of rain. thunder and lighting get mad boom sky lights up with twenty million volts of resentment that was a story my mom told me when i was a little kid who knew it was non-fiction non-fiction to say the least it was a reflection a reflection of my parents and why they don't love each other anymore twenty million volts of resentment on my mothers face she says it was an accident it's fine i am not a kid anymore i know it isn't fine and i dont sing rain rain go away I because you are never here to sing it with me and II because i've learned that the rain has to pour before it doesn't, so just let it ******* pour its pouring all the time, and even when its not it still is and you may not see it and maybe no one can but i see it its constant. i have really grown to love the rain

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regret regret is the entity that only wanted my body my body; my body; my body once a battlefield oh the enmity that still lingers in my bloodstream i had learned to love that battlefield i planted flowers on my scars and pretended i had never known the definition of pain when i met regret he had on the most beautiful mask it was made of crimson skies and caramel clouds he called himself infatuation and slowly without knowing; i let him de-root my flowers and pick at the scabs of my healing wounds for the longest time i called the numbing pain in my mind my fault because how could infatuation harm me, he was beautiful beautiful things are the cause of happiness, he made me happy, i think ,,,it was not the crimson skies and caramel clouds that derailed my mind for the last time it was an unexpected storm, it never stopped ******* raining, his name was, regret

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC

regret

regret regret is the entity that only wanted my body my body; my body; my body once a battlefield oh the enmity that still lingers in my bloodstream i had learned to love that battlefield i planted flowers on my scars and pretended i had never known the definition of pain when i met regret he had on the most beautiful mask it was made of crimson skies and caramel clouds he called himself infatuation and slowly without knowing; i let him de-root my flowers and pick at the scabs of my healing wounds for the longest time i called the numbing pain in my mind my fault because how could infatuation harm me, he was beautiful beautiful things are the cause of happiness, he made me happy, i think ,,,it was not the crimson skies and caramel clouds that derailed my mind for the last time it was an unexpected storm, it never stopped ******* raining, his name was, regret

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