#same poems on Hello Poetry

Audra Jul 2018

He is back in the business
And I’ve seen it for myself,
But then why do I feel it’s not over?
Like this is the beginning
Of something with potential
To be good or bad.

I should feel like
Flowers, sunshine, and happiness;
I’m really not complaining
(You would know if I was).
But I’m still not convinced
By the smile on his face.

If the boy is back in my life, why can’t I just take it as it is on the surface?

#the #same #he #thesamehe #returning #happy #beginning

A Simillacrum Jun 2018

Defective Batch of Buyers

Watch me start a fire with words
Words will be read but heard inside your head
Watch me start a fire without a spark
I'll do a little dance

Watch me spin with the laces
Laces will be drawn with faces upon
Lost cotton ***** fallen to the earth

Watch me start the ignition
What's worst is the words have been condensed
Watch me catch up with image macros

Love
***
Drugs

It's all I ever need
to hear about or think
about or dream about.
I am the economy,
but I'll never know,
as the less I know
the better for my
parent companies.
Question: What is best for me?
Answer: Model instability. . .
Discard with BATCH138 defectives. . .

You are defective, too, if you
Now have the means to learn
To match the responsibility
Which you choose to abdicate

To my creators I sing.
To my keepers I beg:

Do you think we're robot clean?
Does this face look almost mean?
Is it time to be an android,
not human?

Our pleasantries are gone.
We're stripped of all we were
In the eyes of tigers.

Lyrics to the song We Are 138 end an original piece.
Credit to Glenn Danzig for the lyrics beginning with "Do you think (...)"

#repetition #repeat #deja #vu #recycle #same #no #different

rey Jun 2018

Patterns

I wake up
Just to go back to sleep

I eat
Just to eat again

I cry
Just to cry again

I shower
Just to shower again

These patterns,
Don’t make much sense,
If I’m just going to do it again.
I guess it’s just life,
A whole gigantic pattern,
Only to come to an end.

© Regan

#same #cry #sad #world #society #life

emme m Jun 2018

***** bottles and a song by drake

why do i like the pain
it's all the same
repeating nights
repeating days
repeating kisses
and repeating shame
feel no ways
***** bottles and a song by drake

#drake #***** #bottles #pain #heartbreak #kisses #shame #repeating #same #song

Audra Jun 2018

The Same He: A Silent Discussion

Does he know how much I worry?
Of his hurting and his pain?
Does he realize that it kills me?
Every week he is still away?

Of course not,
I don’t share that stuff.
No, I still seem very alive
Each week I’m still bouncy.

What would happen if he returned?
And I asked the simple question?
Would he sense any of my concern?
And would he put the fear to rest?

I guess I’ll never know
Because I couldn’t do I anyway.
No; worry would fade to nothing,
And I’d be happy for the day

I know I haven’t done much with this series for a bit, but if you are good at reading into things, then you may realize why after reading this poem.

#the #same #he #thesamehe #questions #alone #anxious

Rebecca Lynn May 2018

Same Heart, But Different Beat

My heart beats a different rhythm
when you're around,
and it's wrong.

He should be making my heart race,
but it's you,
when I'm catching your gaze.

I love him,
but not like I used to -

I think I'm falling for you.

I wrote this about someone I am falling for

#new #love #heart #different #beat #same #eyes

One Of The Tired Souls May 2018

You Never Had To Earn Mine

Never again will I beg for your love

Like I did yours

#three #parts #of #the #same #story

Audra May 2018

The Same He: Midnight Wonderings

Here I sit
On the floor.
She told me he is “good”
But that isn’t what I meant.

I want to know just
How he is feeling
How the week has been
And if he’ll be okay.

Because from another
(Who knows my intent)
I heard a different story.
One of confusion, despair.

This one said that
He looked around
And asked for
My whereabouts.

Was it for my hope that this one said it?
Or did he really need my presence?
She would have no reason to utter falsely.
But all I want is to just ask him.

But here I am
Still on the floor.
A late-night debate
About his intent.

#thesamehe #the #same #he #confused #midnight #midnightwonderings

Audra May 2018

The Same He: I Tell Myself

Breath in:
         It’s okay;
Breath out:
         He’s still here.
Life won’t
         Just fade away,
So stop
         All of your worry.
He would tell
         You if it got bad.
He’s a big boy—
         He can live his life.
You don’t need
         To **** in;
He probably
         Wouldn’t like it.
But what if
         He needs me?
And what if
         He can’t say?
Repeat.

Just so you know, every other line should be indented.

#the #same #he #thesamehe #breathe #help #questions #reassurance