zombiekarina - Hello Poetry

My god how I hate the bittersweet feeling when I hear your name. You. You caused me this heartache that I cannot get over. You've poisoned my mind with all your sweet talk. My god, when will you ever leave my heart and mind?

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC

zombiekarina

Bittersweet.

My god how I hate the bittersweet feeling when I hear your name. You. You caused me this heartache that I cannot get over. You've poisoned my mind with all your sweet talk. My god, when will you ever leave my heart and mind?

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“Are you OK?” “Yeah.” Not really, but you wouldn't understand “How are you feeling?” “Great.” Terrible but I can’t tell you because you’d ask why “Where’d you get that cut?” “Rollerblading accident.” That’s always the perfect excuse “Is there anything you’d like to confess to?” “No.” Yes “Do you regret anything?” “Yeah, going ice skating.” Being born. “Have you felt sad lately?” “No, I’m really happy.” I feel sad all the time “Why were you crying?” “Just finished a sad book.” You don’t want to know “What book?” “Looking For Alaska.” The book that told the story of my life “Are you sure you’re OK?” “Definetly.” Definitely not

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zombiekarina

Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC

thestoryofagirl

Excuses

“Are you OK?” “Yeah.” Not really, but you wouldn't understand “How are you feeling?” “Great.” Terrible but I can’t tell you because you’d ask why “Where’d you get that cut?” “Rollerblading accident.” That’s always the perfect excuse “Is there anything you’d like to confess to?” “No.” Yes “Do you regret anything?” “Yeah, going ice skating.” Being born. “Have you felt sad lately?” “No, I’m really happy.” I feel sad all the time “Why were you crying?” “Just finished a sad book.” You don’t want to know “What book?” “Looking For Alaska.” The book that told the story of my life “Are you sure you’re OK?” “Definetly.” Definitely not

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My fingertips pause Over worn out keys On a board that's seen Better days, but that was years ago When the muses were fresh, The utterance adequate, The language clear and precise, The sonnets and haikus flowing Easily from thought to tongue to finger to page. Things have changed greatly since then. My fingertips pause Over worn out keys Because some things Are too hard to voice. Some pains go so deep in my soul That not even I know they exist. Some memories so old Of a childhood first snow Or teenage habitual mistake Or adolescent innocent fantasy Have faded to a sepia-tone Not able to be conveyed on paper. Some experiences too personal That sharing would ruin them forever Because no one else could fully appreciate What it means To me In my life, Both past and future. So silence descends As my fingertips pause Over worn out keys On a board that's seen Better days. For how do I type out a poem When keys have gone missing, Like some of the pieces of my soul?

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zombiekarina

Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC

alyanne-cooper

Missing Pieces

My fingertips pause Over worn out keys On a board that's seen Better days, but that was years ago When the muses were fresh, The utterance adequate, The language clear and precise, The sonnets and haikus flowing Easily from thought to tongue to finger to page. Things have changed greatly since then. My fingertips pause Over worn out keys Because some things Are too hard to voice. Some pains go so deep in my soul That not even I know they exist. Some memories so old Of a childhood first snow Or teenage habitual mistake Or adolescent innocent fantasy Have faded to a sepia-tone Not able to be conveyed on paper. Some experiences too personal That sharing would ruin them forever Because no one else could fully appreciate What it means To me In my life, Both past and future. So silence descends As my fingertips pause Over worn out keys On a board that's seen Better days. For how do I type out a poem When keys have gone missing, Like some of the pieces of my soul?

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and i miss every ounce you. i miss your hugs. your kisses. you.

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC

zombiekarina

you.

and i miss every ounce you. i miss your hugs. your kisses. you.

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i had a dream last night that you fell in love with someone else and i realized that i don't want to spend the rest of my life scared that i might lose you i want to spend that time waking up next to you, seeing the world with you, learning how to grow old bravely with you and i guess what i'm trying to say is marry me

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zombiekarina

Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC

marina-6

i've never loved like this

i had a dream last night that you fell in love with someone else and i realized that i don't want to spend the rest of my life scared that i might lose you i want to spend that time waking up next to you, seeing the world with you, learning how to grow old bravely with you and i guess what i'm trying to say is marry me

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*The voiceless And the invisible Makes a quiet place for themselves In my wondering heart And my 'surfing' mind.*

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zombiekarina

Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC

mrx

Web People

*The voiceless And the invisible Makes a quiet place for themselves In my wondering heart And my 'surfing' mind.*

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I was met a girl, who was amazingly beautiful. She never believed anyone who told her so but she showed me why. She pushed up her sleeves and showed me her battles scars. she fought a battle against herself. All she saw was the ugliness within her scars but never the beauty her smile held.

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC

zombiekarina

Battle Scars.

I was met a girl, who was amazingly beautiful. She never believed anyone who told her so but she showed me why. She pushed up her sleeves and showed me her battles scars. she fought a battle against herself. All she saw was the ugliness within her scars but never the beauty her smile held.

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