#co-dependence - Hello Poetry

How can I understand others so easily, yet form no connection to them? There are parts of me which are so foreign to others that they cannot comprehend me. There are parts of me that are so similar to others that they form a connection with me. I cannot [will not] reciprocate this. I am entirely wrapped up in my own self, yet still I am Lost in the sea of everyone else.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC

chloe-chapman

Myself and Others: A Reflection

How can I understand others so easily, yet form no connection to them? There are parts of me which are so foreign to others that they cannot comprehend me. There are parts of me that are so similar to others that they form a connection with me. I cannot [will not] reciprocate this. I am entirely wrapped up in my own self, yet still I am Lost in the sea of everyone else.

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It’s the most bountiful time of the year. All retailers are crowing The profits are growing They smile ear-to-ear It’s their greatest time of the year. We people are hocking, To stuff our kids stockings, Wth jewels we bought all year long. We want to make sure That we can insure We don’t take a parental step wrong. It’s the bankruptingest time of the year. No one quite gives a **** That the whole things a scam To sell clothing and beer We go further in debt every year. We’ll fight to pay rent Nearly thirty percent Goes to pay all the interest off. We take extra jobs Like all working slobs All year we don’t dare get a cough. It’s the most co-dependent of times. It’s all about image And holiday scrimmage As if we’re not a victim of crime. And pretending we saved one little dime.

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Dec 22, 2016

Dec 22, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

YULE TIED

It’s the most bountiful time of the year. All retailers are crowing The profits are growing They smile ear-to-ear It’s their greatest time of the year. We people are hocking, To stuff our kids stockings, Wth jewels we bought all year long. We want to make sure That we can insure We don’t take a parental step wrong. It’s the bankruptingest time of the year. No one quite gives a **** That the whole things a scam To sell clothing and beer We go further in debt every year. We’ll fight to pay rent Nearly thirty percent Goes to pay all the interest off. We take extra jobs Like all working slobs All year we don’t dare get a cough. It’s the most co-dependent of times. It’s all about image And holiday scrimmage As if we’re not a victim of crime. And pretending we saved one little dime.

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Dependence. I danced with dependence that night. A disgusting word on its own, but when you say co-dependence, now it sounds nicer, right? It sounds more socially acceptable. It sounds like adoration. But I hear heartbreak. I hear one misstep and the whole dance crumbles. I hear stepping on toes and twisting ankles. I hear broken sobs, and a strained "I'm sorry." I feel the pain that courses through your whole entire body. I feel the vibration of the living earth, and the struggling breaths just trying to get some **** air into those stubborn lungs. But you're still thinking about how soft his hands were and how you'll never get to feel them again. I hear disaster. I hear "What now?" I hear grieving. I feel his hands.

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC

years

A Dance With Dependence

Dependence. I danced with dependence that night. A disgusting word on its own, but when you say co-dependence, now it sounds nicer, right? It sounds more socially acceptable. It sounds like adoration. But I hear heartbreak. I hear one misstep and the whole dance crumbles. I hear stepping on toes and twisting ankles. I hear broken sobs, and a strained "I'm sorry." I feel the pain that courses through your whole entire body. I feel the vibration of the living earth, and the struggling breaths just trying to get some **** air into those stubborn lungs. But you're still thinking about how soft his hands were and how you'll never get to feel them again. I hear disaster. I hear "What now?" I hear grieving. I feel his hands.

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It's never completely there to begin with, it never was. Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed. Bit by bit i've lost all but one. It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry. Don't let me turn to dust.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC

carm-carnes

F- : Take A Writing Class

It's never completely there to begin with, it never was. Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed. Bit by bit i've lost all but one. It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry. Don't let me turn to dust.

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