#additction - Hello Poetry

What balm is there in being right? Especially rightness, righteousness grounded in bitterness-- are you joining me in my misery? I do not want my happiness to come at the expense of yours-- as if there were some limited supply of it; some small cupful-- snatching at the drops that fall. If I want compassion+mercy extended to me then I **** well better extend it to others. And so I go forward, waving olive branches. Will you grasp back?

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC

kristine-funch-lodge

A Poem for These Times

What balm is there in being right? Especially rightness, righteousness grounded in bitterness-- are you joining me in my misery? I do not want my happiness to come at the expense of yours-- as if there were some limited supply of it; some small cupful-- snatching at the drops that fall. If I want compassion+mercy extended to me then I **** well better extend it to others. And so I go forward, waving olive branches. Will you grasp back?

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I feel estranged every now and then. I been trying for months to explain, my lack of, conviction. Half-hearted attempts to force something pleasing. The only thing I'm sure of these days Is that I'm not sure about much of anything. What was meant to last eternity A star's sparkling mystery, always shrouded in dark Instead it all came crashing down in the beauty of a shooting star Wishes are no different than secrets in this sense We all have them, and tell no one Keep them tucked underneath our pain A journal entry's page kept safe through memory I want to be the Nothing's you whisper In the ear of your lover To dance along the strings of your heart A romantic arrhythmia played in perfect time Pausing for a brief moment Of enthralled dyspnea Some might call it foolish, but they are right... For all the wrong reasons. To be brave, you must be a fool Looking at your fate with sunken eyes, stoic Yet, you push forward, no this is not an escape This is acceptance in its purest form The difference between courage and a coward is distraction and denial Why run from the inevitable? I'm not inviting him in, but I will acknowledge the existence.

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC

edgar-e-tobias

Rambling Thoughts of an Insomic Brain.

I feel estranged every now and then. I been trying for months to explain, my lack of, conviction. Half-hearted attempts to force something pleasing. The only thing I'm sure of these days Is that I'm not sure about much of anything. What was meant to last eternity A star's sparkling mystery, always shrouded in dark Instead it all came crashing down in the beauty of a shooting star Wishes are no different than secrets in this sense We all have them, and tell no one Keep them tucked underneath our pain A journal entry's page kept safe through memory I want to be the Nothing's you whisper In the ear of your lover To dance along the strings of your heart A romantic arrhythmia played in perfect time Pausing for a brief moment Of enthralled dyspnea Some might call it foolish, but they are right... For all the wrong reasons. To be brave, you must be a fool Looking at your fate with sunken eyes, stoic Yet, you push forward, no this is not an escape This is acceptance in its purest form The difference between courage and a coward is distraction and denial Why run from the inevitable? I'm not inviting him in, but I will acknowledge the existence.

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It's dark in here, pretty lonely too I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you To my weary knees I fall Raise my hands, to you I call. Forgive me Father for what I have done For I have killed your only son And your consuming love like a tempest in me Sets my palms convulsing Blesses me with repose and piety That I pray will forever remain. But as my silver lining brightens with the sun, My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion Then slowly it fades The voice of the angels as they pray A cold void in my soul Growing as I walk away Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC

Identityunknown

Unkind Addiction

It's dark in here, pretty lonely too I've been hurt by them, and I cry to you To my weary knees I fall Raise my hands, to you I call. Forgive me Father for what I have done For I have killed your only son And your consuming love like a tempest in me Sets my palms convulsing Blesses me with repose and piety That I pray will forever remain. But as my silver lining brightens with the sun, My warmth slowly fades as to the world I return It's like I have this disease, this Unkind addiction To almost every little thing, that procrastinates my devotion Then slowly it fades The voice of the angels as they pray A cold void in my soul Growing as I walk away Yes it's dark in here, pretty lonely too When I'm hurting again, I'll come back to you.

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