#currently - Hello Poetry

my skin is cold but you’re hot within so i don’t mind when you’re with him i might be lying just please remember the places we built don’t take him i can’t watch you go by tonight

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Oct 24, 2020

Oct 24, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC

marksoltero

robert smith

my skin is cold but you’re hot within so i don’t mind when you’re with him i might be lying just please remember the places we built don’t take him i can’t watch you go by tonight

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still as the day surrenders i find myself slouched and still i'm not one to flock with others or be approachable still i miss the excitement and movement endless nights still even if i prefer a small gathering i find myself still alone. at least i had a choice to look present

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Jun 27, 2020

Jun 27, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC

sincerelyscholtens

think of this as a draft

still as the day surrenders i find myself slouched and still i'm not one to flock with others or be approachable still i miss the excitement and movement endless nights still even if i prefer a small gathering i find myself still alone. at least i had a choice to look present

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One click, two click let's count them together. One makes you happy but many makes you famous. A house hold name is what everybody wants to be. A face recognized by millions and a name worth it's weight in gold. How many clicks can you get when honesty is all that is told. How valuable are the memories once they are sold? The price they would pay isn't paid in gold. So why do we do it? All it does is drive us insane. Why do you care so much if others call you plain? So you dance in many circles, You mimic birds and books. You've had troubles in a space that comes straight from your looks. Flipping through pictures of a story meant to lul people to sleep. All for what instant gratification? So many clicks from a stranger, I'd call that obsession. An invasion of privacy but then again you let them. Now all eye's are on you and all you have is aggression. The bad out weighs the good. It's currency is called depression. We've spent all of the happiness on clicks and called it a profession. As long as it fills our ears, the ones covered in LV. They cost us so much and now we can't afford to lose. Click three and click four look better than before. Click five and click six and now your as big as bricks. Keep counting you might make it someday. You could be famous! They already abhor you!

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC

grimsly

social media

One click, two click let's count them together. One makes you happy but many makes you famous. A house hold name is what everybody wants to be. A face recognized by millions and a name worth it's weight in gold. How many clicks can you get when honesty is all that is told. How valuable are the memories once they are sold? The price they would pay isn't paid in gold. So why do we do it? All it does is drive us insane. Why do you care so much if others call you plain? So you dance in many circles, You mimic birds and books. You've had troubles in a space that comes straight from your looks. Flipping through pictures of a story meant to lul people to sleep. All for what instant gratification? So many clicks from a stranger, I'd call that obsession. An invasion of privacy but then again you let them. Now all eye's are on you and all you have is aggression. The bad out weighs the good. It's currency is called depression. We've spent all of the happiness on clicks and called it a profession. As long as it fills our ears, the ones covered in LV. They cost us so much and now we can't afford to lose. Click three and click four look better than before. Click five and click six and now your as big as bricks. Keep counting you might make it someday. You could be famous! They already abhor you!

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Lately I have a downy Frown Letters read have clearly Degraded Supposed was Angrily written Hot Hands, here's a Mitten Stand up Fast, Lookin a tad Dizzy Stay on your Toes, Keep Bizzy. you can say it out LOUD. But I know you still think about it When you're all Alone. Thoughts rummage-in Cool Down, Hurry the Air is getting Thick Everybody looking Sick. Follow the Trace, keep Quiet. If you're not, we will find you silent. Hide your Face, it's too Late now. The Wolves Too are on The Prowl

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC

razzleberry

Messed up

Lately I have a downy Frown Letters read have clearly Degraded Supposed was Angrily written Hot Hands, here's a Mitten Stand up Fast, Lookin a tad Dizzy Stay on your Toes, Keep Bizzy. you can say it out LOUD. But I know you still think about it When you're all Alone. Thoughts rummage-in Cool Down, Hurry the Air is getting Thick Everybody looking Sick. Follow the Trace, keep Quiet. If you're not, we will find you silent. Hide your Face, it's too Late now. The Wolves Too are on The Prowl

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“do you love yourself?” they say as you pluck hair from your face cover your pores with who knows what apply blush when you are already shimmering dye your hair the opposite of what it should be skip dinner every week day then throw up what you do eat sit under the hot water until your skin aches glue lashes to your eyelids heat your hair until you can see right through your self esteem **** in the gut you never had rub self-tanner into your skin in hopes of evening not only your tan lines but your life pierce your cartilage with metal bars pierce your life with distractions pierce your skin with blades you took from your little sisters pencil sharpener pierce a hole in the things that really matter when you let the poison run free in your blood eating you away until you are dying from the inside out but you keep your wounds well hidden “yes, I love myself.”

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

raya

currently

“do you love yourself?” they say as you pluck hair from your face cover your pores with who knows what apply blush when you are already shimmering dye your hair the opposite of what it should be skip dinner every week day then throw up what you do eat sit under the hot water until your skin aches glue lashes to your eyelids heat your hair until you can see right through your self esteem **** in the gut you never had rub self-tanner into your skin in hopes of evening not only your tan lines but your life pierce your cartilage with metal bars pierce your life with distractions pierce your skin with blades you took from your little sisters pencil sharpener pierce a hole in the things that really matter when you let the poison run free in your blood eating you away until you are dying from the inside out but you keep your wounds well hidden “yes, I love myself.”

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