yahnikka - Hello Poetry

She speaks in fragments, inarticulate in front of anyone But thoughts inside her head seem clear and certain She keeps on censoring herself, minding the audience She’s firm on the belief that she can only say so much People will keep on believing and clinging to their preconceived notions/ arguing and explaining herself are pointless/ She has long recognized this but she struggles as she wants to speak her mind without qualms, without the fear of being judged and humiliated. There’s freedom in the company of her thoughts, in intrapersonal conversations, and in forms of art which somehow reflect he highs and lows of her daily existence, and even those that she can barely understand.

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC

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She speaks in fragments, inarticulate in front of anyone But thoughts inside her head seem clear and certain She keeps on censoring herself, minding the audience She’s firm on the belief that she can only say so much People will keep on believing and clinging to their preconceived notions/ arguing and explaining herself are pointless/ She has long recognized this but she struggles as she wants to speak her mind without qualms, without the fear of being judged and humiliated. There’s freedom in the company of her thoughts, in intrapersonal conversations, and in forms of art which somehow reflect he highs and lows of her daily existence, and even those that she can barely understand.

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The idea came up But she decided to shut up A bit nervous, a bit excited She hoped her zits wouldn’t get the attention that they seemingly craved His name was brought up She pretended to be calm Although she badly wanted to search for his face in the crowd The moment she set her eyes on him She noticed that time seemed to slow down Moreso, it’s as if she shone brighter than anyone in that room Was that a divine glow? Was she making things up in her head? It was like a scene in a romantic flick, which until then she thought was just fictional They shook hands She became conscious of the texture of her palm Was it soft and smooth enough? She could not shake that moment off her mind She was too shy, too conscious, and too giddy , it hurt

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC

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The idea came up But she decided to shut up A bit nervous, a bit excited She hoped her zits wouldn’t get the attention that they seemingly craved His name was brought up She pretended to be calm Although she badly wanted to search for his face in the crowd The moment she set her eyes on him She noticed that time seemed to slow down Moreso, it’s as if she shone brighter than anyone in that room Was that a divine glow? Was she making things up in her head? It was like a scene in a romantic flick, which until then she thought was just fictional They shook hands She became conscious of the texture of her palm Was it soft and smooth enough? She could not shake that moment off her mind She was too shy, too conscious, and too giddy , it hurt

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a table meant to be shared occupied by a solitary eater used to being alone all the time but at this moment , longs to share it with someone no, not just someone someone she adores but she can only cling to memories of their random encounters which aren’t that much In fact, she wonders if she’ll ever see him again well, the situation’s not really hopeless she can do something about it but she’s chosen to be passive relying on chance or the absurdity of the idea of him wishing he could be with her, to get to know her a little much better

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC

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a table meant to be shared occupied by a solitary eater used to being alone all the time but at this moment , longs to share it with someone no, not just someone someone she adores but she can only cling to memories of their random encounters which aren’t that much In fact, she wonders if she’ll ever see him again well, the situation’s not really hopeless she can do something about it but she’s chosen to be passive relying on chance or the absurdity of the idea of him wishing he could be with her, to get to know her a little much better

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trying my utmost to not nurture this fondness of you, oh, dear you!

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC

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