shhh - Hello Poetry

Jul 2014

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They say we die a thousand times before our hearts stop beating
I agree

One is the sigh of a person giving up on you
Another is the grasp of a loved one fading away
When you walk away and no one calls your name
You die again when you hear the goodbye of a person
you thought would stay
You die the minute you realized you wasted your life
on someone or something that isn't even going to happen
When someone you thought cares forgets your birthday,
You die a little bit but live on anyway
You die when someone you knew so well becomes a stranger
& when someone you love doesn't even bother to know you
You die when you feel you're never good enough
You die again when there's no hope
after all that's said and all that's done
You die every time someone leaves
and when someone dies, you die with them

You die a thousand times before your heart stops
And even after that, when one by one people start to forget you,
**you die again

#sad #depression #life #pain #death #lost

shhh Jul 2014

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your tear stricken face holds no glory,
for in his eyes you are nothing,
but a poor foolish player,
whose part is just and decided,
existing only to entertain other players.

I thought of a girl who was nothing more than a clown in her class. She was clumsy, petite, funny and awkward as hell. She puts on a smiley face and a strong front, hoping that the person whom she had unrequited feelings would notice her. Realizing that she was not as strong as she seemed but no one sees her. Not even herself.

shhh Jul 2014

wish

if you could,
if you may,
make a wish upon the stars,
and there is doubt that it had come true,
what wish would you make?
i wish to be free,
i wish i was strong enough,
brave enough to make a wish.

shhh Jul 2014

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Like a fish out of water,
Return me to the sea,
Where I lay unmovingly in comfort,
Lost in the slumber of dreams.

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The time to soar up to the sky,
Has long pass the age of the cursed one,
There is no flower the fairy long for,
No heavens to live for.

The anchor will only grow stronger,
Unless one is willing to rid of all emotions,
All bonds, all insecurities, all hate, all joy,
Rid of one's connection to the world,
And live in a world of isolation.

Living is but a dream,
A broken mirror,
A pathetic sight,
Ah, how I long for an eternal slumber.

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The anchor has sunken too deep into the ocean,
A being as undeserving as me,
Can never hope of seeing it, much less be rid of it,
The anchor grows heavier and heavier day by day,

This is what I deserve,
Like a cursed fairy that can never hope to be like the rest of the flock,
Swaying aimlessly in the skies.