#beenawhile - Hello Poetry

I haven't written in ages I should've tried today This is not a poem It's a confession I wish there was a poet therapist and on the poet therapist tombstone Would be written "Here lies someone who Thought they knew art tho!"

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Aug 6, 2020

Aug 6, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC

moli-quill

Poet Therapist

I haven't written in ages I should've tried today This is not a poem It's a confession I wish there was a poet therapist and on the poet therapist tombstone Would be written "Here lies someone who Thought they knew art tho!"

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I've been wandering And it's been a while I've been thinking And it's been a while I've been silent And it's been a while I've been searching And it's been a while I've been hiding And it's been a while It has always been a while

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Aug 4, 2020

Aug 4, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC

BlissfulCledentine

Been A While

I've been wandering And it's been a while I've been thinking And it's been a while I've been silent And it's been a while I've been searching And it's been a while I've been hiding And it's been a while It has always been a while

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It's been a while since I've seen you smile It's been a long while Walking down this empty street Just thinking of you with me I cry these tears are invisible to you Oh, yes it's been a while It's been long, long while You'll never see me smile

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC

thorns-1

Been a While

It's been a while since I've seen you smile It's been a long while Walking down this empty street Just thinking of you with me I cry these tears are invisible to you Oh, yes it's been a while It's been long, long while You'll never see me smile

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And I want to tell I just have to yell That I’m blessed beyond words Despite fighting with swords It’s okay now don’t bail (bell)

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Aug 24, 2018

Aug 24, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC

jaslinamedee

It’s been a while...

And I want to tell I just have to yell That I’m blessed beyond words Despite fighting with swords It’s okay now don’t bail (bell)

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You are too important to become Just a memory (to me). Please, know this. You are too important to Just end all of your memories (Yesterday's, today's and tomorrow's). Please, believe this.

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Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC

heyheart

Please

You are too important to become Just a memory (to me). Please, know this. You are too important to Just end all of your memories (Yesterday's, today's and tomorrow's). Please, believe this.

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Faded ink. Deep, majestic black to a shy blue hints at a thrill that no longer thrives but serves an imprinted reminder of a time that breathed happiness. Around and around, days into nights, we grew into each other without notice. Weighted contours made beautifully complex shapes, we’d twist and curve harmonic and sound, constantly moving in these flawless, repeating circles. When it ends— [and it will, because the monotony of the same motion will scare you] you’ll be left wondering how you could sit there and become so immersed in something that was so perfect and simple. Perfectly simple. You stop and step back. You breathe and regret. You take it in and admire. The saddest part is to realize that this piece is left unfinished. No closure, no color, just the monotone outlines of some gorgeous, accidental idea.

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC

bforshort

spirograph

Faded ink. Deep, majestic black to a shy blue hints at a thrill that no longer thrives but serves an imprinted reminder of a time that breathed happiness. Around and around, days into nights, we grew into each other without notice. Weighted contours made beautifully complex shapes, we’d twist and curve harmonic and sound, constantly moving in these flawless, repeating circles. When it ends— [and it will, because the monotony of the same motion will scare you] you’ll be left wondering how you could sit there and become so immersed in something that was so perfect and simple. Perfectly simple. You stop and step back. You breathe and regret. You take it in and admire. The saddest part is to realize that this piece is left unfinished. No closure, no color, just the monotone outlines of some gorgeous, accidental idea.

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