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Daniela May 2014
Every time she tries to open up,
she shuts down even more.
I'm ok and it's alright
have become her best friends for life.

Like tiny plants that close to touch,
that's just how her mind works.

You'll get so close-almost there,
but not there yet.
She can never trust again.
No comments.
Daniela May 2014
i'm staring out the window,
fingers clutched to a cigarette.
8 minutes before sunrise,
i'm watching the sky rain.
I might be thinking about you too
  May 2014 Daniela
reflectionzero
A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0
follow my writing!

it will kick you in the diaphragm.
Daniela May 2014
-You
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                                                ****.
Im the least creative person in the earth why the ****
Daniela Apr 2014
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Tears won't come out to play,
Not last night and not today.
Forcing me to keep everything bottled up inside,
Have you ever felt the need to cut your skin so all the pain comes out?
I feel empty and I am hollow,
There's darkness running through my veins,
black and blue black and blue
I 'm screaming on mute.
"Please mom don't make me get out of bed you don't understand."
This is what you get when you let him in.
Don't
                 Don't
                                   Don't let him in

Sadness consumes me
god ******
Daniela Apr 2014
I saw you in my sleep tonight, again.
It isn't enough for you to be in my mind all the time,
it doesn't matter that I see you every time I close my eyes.
You won't settle with being in the darkest corners of my mind.

I used to go to sleep so I wouldn't have to think.
Now I wake up sweating,
because of nightmares where I sink.
I sink in the ocean of my tears,
and drown because you're not with me.
When sadness was the sea you taught me how to swim.
  Apr 2014 Daniela
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Why is hellopoetry.com black and white? I've always wondered about this... why my colorful photographs are required to travel back in time. How does this effect the poetry in any way, shape, or form? But I understand the wisdom of this design now. And it sets a great metaphor for all of the people of the pen involved in this truly noble motion, this secret society for people with passion, talent, and troubled minds and souls. Hello Poetry is black and white not because it has to be monochromatic and modern, but because us poets fill these pages with enough inovativeness and color already with our words, ideas, thoughts, songs, senryus, ballads, heartbreaks, insecurities, that adding literal color to this website would be overwhelming. These soft undertones of gray, black, and white may be considered drab and depressing to some, but to us poets it represents timelessness. And this is probably why we are all here. Hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, or even yearly publishing poems. Because we all know we are not going to live forever, and we are so entirely insignificant in the broad scheme of things and of the universe itself, that it is a bit comforting and helpful to have this coping mechanism or soft blankie to calm our fears, that this literature we write, however insignificant it may be, is absolutley permanent. And that maybe someday it will be remembered so a small bit of us may live on. Tom Riddle knew the needs and wants of man kind before anybody else realized it. Maybe he was just trying to cope with the fact that he is insignificant. These poems are all our Horcruxes so *viveamus per camenam nostram.
^^^let us live through our poetry
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