#eroding - Hello Poetry

An attire of cadaver obsidian hangs upon the expiration of every fluctuation. Weaving sorrow on every passing. Considering the folly of her motionless endeavour. Her garb falters and decomposes below her narcistic pondering. She is neither Earth or Air, but a decompaction of reflections fading over time..

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC

poetic-t

Decompaction Of Self

An attire of cadaver obsidian hangs upon the expiration of every fluctuation. Weaving sorrow on every passing. Considering the folly of her motionless endeavour. Her garb falters and decomposes below her narcistic pondering. She is neither Earth or Air, but a decompaction of reflections fading over time..

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Eroding, My heart is eroding inside Whether it be you Or me Or a culmination of The hidden thoughts inside I don't want this And yet I can't seem to get myself To move from the scraping Gushing feelings inside I don't see a future And I don't want there to be A future inside I just want it all to end I don't get it... Outside or inside, My heart never finds A place it wishes to reside.

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC

Yanamari

Shifting footing

Eroding, My heart is eroding inside Whether it be you Or me Or a culmination of The hidden thoughts inside I don't want this And yet I can't seem to get myself To move from the scraping Gushing feelings inside I don't see a future And I don't want there to be A future inside I just want it all to end I don't get it... Outside or inside, My heart never finds A place it wishes to reside.

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On a shore line of forgotten promises, tied to a embankment of memories. it leans wearily, obligated to wait for a tide that has evaporated like its hope evermore. But as blue tears erode from its façade, falling into the breeze. Tied to a stump of wood cleaved from life, as this majestic moment both dead in the water of past retrospective moments.

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Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC

poetic-t

When The Tide Never Returns

On a shore line of forgotten promises, tied to a embankment of memories. it leans wearily, obligated to wait for a tide that has evaporated like its hope evermore. But as blue tears erode from its façade, falling into the breeze. Tied to a stump of wood cleaved from life, as this majestic moment both dead in the water of past retrospective moments.

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Acetone I spend a countless amount of time daydreaming, picturing, imagining small moments that could have the ability to fill my heart with such happiness, people would inquire if I were a firework. My mind carves my face, relaxed against your neck, the ultimate safe place for me to be when I can't run from the weight of achievements still waiting to be accomplished. My mind carves you, holding me, our movements synchronizing, we're anti-socializing, enveloped in our world where no one, no future, could touch us or break us apart. We're dancing to the lack of melody, focused on feeling the beat of our hearts... But that's just silly, just a fantasy because I don't suppose the world could stop spinning for just enough time to let us figure it all out. Will the distance be insufferable? Will this eroding earth leave our hearts vulnerable?

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Jan 6, 2017

Jan 6, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC

crimsyy

Vīgintī

Acetone I spend a countless amount of time daydreaming, picturing, imagining small moments that could have the ability to fill my heart with such happiness, people would inquire if I were a firework. My mind carves my face, relaxed against your neck, the ultimate safe place for me to be when I can't run from the weight of achievements still waiting to be accomplished. My mind carves you, holding me, our movements synchronizing, we're anti-socializing, enveloped in our world where no one, no future, could touch us or break us apart. We're dancing to the lack of melody, focused on feeling the beat of our hearts... But that's just silly, just a fantasy because I don't suppose the world could stop spinning for just enough time to let us figure it all out. Will the distance be insufferable? Will this eroding earth leave our hearts vulnerable?

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Our earth is turning from green to gray, Just because it can't say, "Stop vulgarly harming me Or you will soon see Barren wastelands and dried seas." Nature's beauty is fast eroding, 'Cause we are still enjoying. Wise humans, don't you see, We'll soon be left without a tree. Be a little eco-friendly, And treat nature more gently.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

jesica

Earth's reaction

Our earth is turning from green to gray, Just because it can't say, "Stop vulgarly harming me Or you will soon see Barren wastelands and dried seas." Nature's beauty is fast eroding, 'Cause we are still enjoying. Wise humans, don't you see, We'll soon be left without a tree. Be a little eco-friendly, And treat nature more gently.

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depression set in like the priest to sin trying to hide it when it all begins the snow falls down barring you underground hell bent and heaven sent who the **** knows were my mind went no way to win put on a grin hide it again your souls caves in exploding imploding like the shore life eroding this should not be how time is spent

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

leal-knowone

The Curse of Groundhog Day

depression set in like the priest to sin trying to hide it when it all begins the snow falls down barring you underground hell bent and heaven sent who the **** knows were my mind went no way to win put on a grin hide it again your souls caves in exploding imploding like the shore life eroding this should not be how time is spent

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I fell in love with a boy by the bayside whose mouth tasted like sour apples in a way i never thought so beautiful. And I'm sorry it was never you, you always tasted bitter and burned. But there's something you need to understand,that my existence has wracking side effects and scars on my skin are only a classroom of pain. Your tears always found a way in, and leaked onto my heart, playing a sad song about wishing wells and shooting stars and formed words on my tongue like four leaf clovers. And you still haven't apologized for emptying my lake of happiness and replacing it with rocks of sadness and filling my pockets with pebbles. A man once told me that anyone good for me would never hurt me. And i suddenly forgot that, when your eyes turned to icy corridors and your hands, tightened leather. I only wanted to melt away the emptiness in your irises and break away from the distraught grip. But didn't anyone ever tell you can't just set thing on fire because you like to watch ash float in the wind? You were always so wreckless. With my bleeding heart in your hands all you could mutter was, "I made a mess." All you could do was walk away with clenched fists leaving me on the ground trying to pick up shards of glass, ribbons of tears, and pieces of the moon; essentially you left me to salvage the pieces of myself. The truth is, you left me there in the dark. And i haven't emerged.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC

born-of-fire

Erosion

I fell in love with a boy by the bayside whose mouth tasted like sour apples in a way i never thought so beautiful. And I'm sorry it was never you, you always tasted bitter and burned. But there's something you need to understand,that my existence has wracking side effects and scars on my skin are only a classroom of pain. Your tears always found a way in, and leaked onto my heart, playing a sad song about wishing wells and shooting stars and formed words on my tongue like four leaf clovers. And you still haven't apologized for emptying my lake of happiness and replacing it with rocks of sadness and filling my pockets with pebbles. A man once told me that anyone good for me would never hurt me. And i suddenly forgot that, when your eyes turned to icy corridors and your hands, tightened leather. I only wanted to melt away the emptiness in your irises and break away from the distraught grip. But didn't anyone ever tell you can't just set thing on fire because you like to watch ash float in the wind? You were always so wreckless. With my bleeding heart in your hands all you could mutter was, "I made a mess." All you could do was walk away with clenched fists leaving me on the ground trying to pick up shards of glass, ribbons of tears, and pieces of the moon; essentially you left me to salvage the pieces of myself. The truth is, you left me there in the dark. And i haven't emerged.

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