#caused - Hello Poetry

Every night I ask "Is this too far gone to save?" Knew better but still foolishly tried Resurrecting love from the grave We tried starting relationship over Agreed to new blank slates Neither of us anticipated How difficult past would be to erase We hold onto childish hope Bond can be like it was before Perhaps the time has come to accept We are not those people anymore Maybe spent too much time apart Going different directions We used to see only beauty Now invaded by imperfections We cannot forget mistakes that caused pain Trust destroyed past restoration How are we able to rebuild our lives Without stable foundation?

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Feb 19, 2020

Feb 19, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Are We Too Broken To Save?

Every night I ask "Is this too far gone to save?" Knew better but still foolishly tried Resurrecting love from the grave We tried starting relationship over Agreed to new blank slates Neither of us anticipated How difficult past would be to erase We hold onto childish hope Bond can be like it was before Perhaps the time has come to accept We are not those people anymore Maybe spent too much time apart Going different directions We used to see only beauty Now invaded by imperfections We cannot forget mistakes that caused pain Trust destroyed past restoration How are we able to rebuild our lives Without stable foundation?

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Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you Here I am, making cliches In my sweet haikus

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC

xxenthusiasm

six.

Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you Here I am, making cliches In my sweet haikus

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I medicate myself with fictional phrases because I really do hope that someday I’ll mean it when I look into the mirror and tell myself: “It’s all going to be okay.”

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC

Crego

“Lost”

I medicate myself with fictional phrases because I really do hope that someday I’ll mean it when I look into the mirror and tell myself: “It’s all going to be okay.”

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I started to try... But latter regretted it For my cheeks turned red And my legs ran Latter I tried, To never Try again So now I slip In a world gone blue My nightmares come back You renewed

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC

hopelessly-hoping

Late

I started to try... But latter regretted it For my cheeks turned red And my legs ran Latter I tried, To never Try again So now I slip In a world gone blue My nightmares come back You renewed

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i've always dreamed of sleeping in your arms from the day i was conscious enough. i dreamed of smelling the breakfast you made and the scent of the detergent you used to wash my clothes. also dreamed of going home to warm hugs and "how's your day?" sometimes, i wished you saw me singing on stage with the friends you told me to stay away from. however, they became my family instead. i wish i get the love i expected as a child. but it never happened as far as i can remember. never happened to get great hugs from you when i feel sad never happened to get enough appreciation on things i sacrifice for you. i never got the simple things a daughter like me could ever ask for. never did. maybe

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC

janicakatricia

mom,

i've always dreamed of sleeping in your arms from the day i was conscious enough. i dreamed of smelling the breakfast you made and the scent of the detergent you used to wash my clothes. also dreamed of going home to warm hugs and "how's your day?" sometimes, i wished you saw me singing on stage with the friends you told me to stay away from. however, they became my family instead. i wish i get the love i expected as a child. but it never happened as far as i can remember. never happened to get great hugs from you when i feel sad never happened to get enough appreciation on things i sacrifice for you. i never got the simple things a daughter like me could ever ask for. never did. maybe

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I’m sorry mom Sorry for the times I pushed you away For the days that I hated you And for the tears I caused you I’m not the daughter you wanted I am sorry for the nights I made you hate yourself For the lonely nights All you wanted was to be by my side I don’t know how to be what you need I don’t talk about my feelings I don’t show emotion I promise I’m not heartless I’ve learned to guard my heart Not just from you but everyone So please don’t take it to heart I am just falling apart Maybe my blood is too hot Maybe I have a brain disease Maybe I have a disorder But for now you’re just gonna have to take my word You tried so hard to be there You were all in But I wasn’t I’m sorry mom for all the wounds I left on your heart.

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC

nikkiix

I'm sorry

I’m sorry mom Sorry for the times I pushed you away For the days that I hated you And for the tears I caused you I’m not the daughter you wanted I am sorry for the nights I made you hate yourself For the lonely nights All you wanted was to be by my side I don’t know how to be what you need I don’t talk about my feelings I don’t show emotion I promise I’m not heartless I’ve learned to guard my heart Not just from you but everyone So please don’t take it to heart I am just falling apart Maybe my blood is too hot Maybe I have a brain disease Maybe I have a disorder But for now you’re just gonna have to take my word You tried so hard to be there You were all in But I wasn’t I’m sorry mom for all the wounds I left on your heart.

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Drowning in the sauce I sink to the bottom of the bottle Rage fueled inferno Explodes with ever sip Blacked out visions can't see a thing Abandoned in the second and lost Seven hundred fifty gone in an hour Lives turned upside down and split Total carnage and all my fault Don't remember a thing Lights flash, sirens scream, cries a plenty Taken away and put in the tank Two days past, five are dead Sitting all hazed from all of the pain Created a disaster, messed up lives Hit the bottle. Why did I drive?

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC

silent-screams

Drunken Remorse

Drowning in the sauce I sink to the bottom of the bottle Rage fueled inferno Explodes with ever sip Blacked out visions can't see a thing Abandoned in the second and lost Seven hundred fifty gone in an hour Lives turned upside down and split Total carnage and all my fault Don't remember a thing Lights flash, sirens scream, cries a plenty Taken away and put in the tank Two days past, five are dead Sitting all hazed from all of the pain Created a disaster, messed up lives Hit the bottle. Why did I drive?

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It's not the way the problem is caused, But rather who caused it It's not the subject of the problem, But if you're willing to overlook it depending "Friend or foe" till you find a finite fiend smiling May your conflictions rest, and leave yourself to figure out Is the person you love, still the person you love? or are you in love with the memories and a shell of someone you once loved Is goodbye a little closer, now?

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

whoareyou

Until the end, my friend.

It's not the way the problem is caused, But rather who caused it It's not the subject of the problem, But if you're willing to overlook it depending "Friend or foe" till you find a finite fiend smiling May your conflictions rest, and leave yourself to figure out Is the person you love, still the person you love? or are you in love with the memories and a shell of someone you once loved Is goodbye a little closer, now?

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thunder is caused by lightning, lightning is caused by you.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC

starlightning

thunder (10w)

thunder is caused by lightning, lightning is caused by you.

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People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. But we could be a family. We could be a whole. We could be together. But no one could be cold. If we could live on an island, no hate, no guns, no war. We'd look back and wonder, what was it all for? People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. Gangs, tempts, nudes, exempts. We sit at desk, eating or eaten. we laughed at or laughing. beating or bleedin'. We know the truth, but call it cruel. The cruel one is we, the blind fool. People diein' on the streets ****** puddles at our feets. Who shot the most guns? Who then killed them all? Who didn't mind a casualty? Who could be responsible? "Not me!" we cry, "I'm a good soul." But even if we declined, can I be told where they go?

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC

deanna

We could be (a family)

People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. But we could be a family. We could be a whole. We could be together. But no one could be cold. If we could live on an island, no hate, no guns, no war. We'd look back and wonder, what was it all for? People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. Gangs, tempts, nudes, exempts. We sit at desk, eating or eaten. we laughed at or laughing. beating or bleedin'. We know the truth, but call it cruel. The cruel one is we, the blind fool. People diein' on the streets ****** puddles at our feets. Who shot the most guns? Who then killed them all? Who didn't mind a casualty? Who could be responsible? "Not me!" we cry, "I'm a good soul." But even if we declined, can I be told where they go?

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Sleep. Sleep child, til' the light overpowers the darkness inside, where I secretly cried. I secretly tried, but no one would guess, and I never put my cards face up. It's only ketchup. Used to patch up, the cut and scratch ups, caused by the dull of my pencil, and my soul. I fell, but I dragged myself up again, back into my daily skin, and I'm that burden. That one whose not fully there, told by everyone, "you just don't care", with a random shudder scare. The words I despise you all think, even the shrink, and it drowns me to the sink. I'm that disaster, everyone's after, maniacal laughter. "Am I losing my mind?" "Is this mind really mine?" "Would dying be fine?" I'm not so refined :) I can see the things in perfect imagery, things I don't want to see, always worried everyone hates me. I can't see, I'm not me, I'm not even a somebody. Maybe inside is some other ghost, I'm the host, at my death let's just have a toast. Til' death do we part, take it as a new start, buy the roses to my grave from walmart. I didn't think I mattered anyways, sleeping through these pass-me-by days, my mind playing simon says. I always secretly try, but I am still I, and now simon says ".....goodbye."

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC

deanna

Shadow Insides

Sleep. Sleep child, til' the light overpowers the darkness inside, where I secretly cried. I secretly tried, but no one would guess, and I never put my cards face up. It's only ketchup. Used to patch up, the cut and scratch ups, caused by the dull of my pencil, and my soul. I fell, but I dragged myself up again, back into my daily skin, and I'm that burden. That one whose not fully there, told by everyone, "you just don't care", with a random shudder scare. The words I despise you all think, even the shrink, and it drowns me to the sink. I'm that disaster, everyone's after, maniacal laughter. "Am I losing my mind?" "Is this mind really mine?" "Would dying be fine?" I'm not so refined :) I can see the things in perfect imagery, things I don't want to see, always worried everyone hates me. I can't see, I'm not me, I'm not even a somebody. Maybe inside is some other ghost, I'm the host, at my death let's just have a toast. Til' death do we part, take it as a new start, buy the roses to my grave from walmart. I didn't think I mattered anyways, sleeping through these pass-me-by days, my mind playing simon says. I always secretly try, but I am still I, and now simon says ".....goodbye."

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