vlivin - Hello Poetry

Starving myself and subjecting myself to hunger as a way of punishing myself for ruining things with you Or maybe it was just too hard to leave my bed after i'd drowned myself in tears Finally being able to eat a full meal without gagging, an appetite built up for years Feels good to be putting the pieces back together I'm not whole again I'll never be whole again But at least i'm not shattered

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC

vlivin

Appetite

Starving myself and subjecting myself to hunger as a way of punishing myself for ruining things with you Or maybe it was just too hard to leave my bed after i'd drowned myself in tears Finally being able to eat a full meal without gagging, an appetite built up for years Feels good to be putting the pieces back together I'm not whole again I'll never be whole again But at least i'm not shattered

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Blurred like my vision Orange as my pride Quakes, rumbles, and whispers All one tries to hide The ***** deeds and ill intent All you planned to circumvent Illuminated By a street lamp

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC

vlivin

The view out the window

Blurred like my vision Orange as my pride Quakes, rumbles, and whispers All one tries to hide The ***** deeds and ill intent All you planned to circumvent Illuminated By a street lamp

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Sleep without rest or rest without sleep. It feels like my soul is devouring me, from within. Like my thoughts are nipping at the soles of my feet, I begin. Scrunching up my legs to pull them away from the edge of the bed. Away from the monsters beneath that wish to drag me under with them. In eternal darkness. Except, Too bad they don't know. That's where I already reside.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC

vlivin

Sleepless Rest

Sleep without rest or rest without sleep. It feels like my soul is devouring me, from within. Like my thoughts are nipping at the soles of my feet, I begin. Scrunching up my legs to pull them away from the edge of the bed. Away from the monsters beneath that wish to drag me under with them. In eternal darkness. Except, Too bad they don't know. That's where I already reside.

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In every sky, there are a plethora of clouds. Waiting for their day to bring gloom. In every cloud there is a rainstorm waiting to be released. In every rainstorm there are lightning and thunder Colliding, Conflicting, in a Convoluted confrontation. But over our horizon, there is a sun waiting to rise and illuminate

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC

vlivin

How the world works

In every sky, there are a plethora of clouds. Waiting for their day to bring gloom. In every cloud there is a rainstorm waiting to be released. In every rainstorm there are lightning and thunder Colliding, Conflicting, in a Convoluted confrontation. But over our horizon, there is a sun waiting to rise and illuminate

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Red inferno as it hits my skin Illustrious Demonic

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC

vlivin

Inferno

Red inferno as it hits my skin Illustrious Demonic

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Everything feels better when i'm numb Everything feels better when I can't feel at all

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC

vlivin

Apathetic

Everything feels better when i'm numb Everything feels better when I can't feel at all

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The sadness in her eyes was like a blazing storm Consuming any hope for everlasting happiness

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC

vlivin

the storm

The sadness in her eyes was like a blazing storm Consuming any hope for everlasting happiness

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A silent flame Is that what I am In the darkness burning Bright Silent As I should There as an ornament rather than a person A silent flame

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC

vlivin

SF

A silent flame Is that what I am In the darkness burning Bright Silent As I should There as an ornament rather than a person A silent flame

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I have this dream. I'm drowning. We go over the cliff. I'm trapped.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC

vlivin

...

I have this dream. I'm drowning. We go over the cliff. I'm trapped.

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Tired of being used. Of being berated. Simplified to a simple on and off switch. Enough had been had and so I was gone, Flown free. Soaring. Crimson splattering in my path. Seemingly insurmountable. Extremities and follicles fly as did the acrimonious "victim". "Can you turn the fan on please" Was the beginning of the end for some and the end of the beginning for others.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC

vlivin

A Ceiling Fan's Lament

Tired of being used. Of being berated. Simplified to a simple on and off switch. Enough had been had and so I was gone, Flown free. Soaring. Crimson splattering in my path. Seemingly insurmountable. Extremities and follicles fly as did the acrimonious "victim". "Can you turn the fan on please" Was the beginning of the end for some and the end of the beginning for others.

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