#findingmyway - Hello Poetry

It's eating me up alive, Or am I too rotten to be fed? Alone, inside-out, my head— Let me out of this horror fest. Pictures became archives, Of a repetitive, stagnant time. Anger manifests itself— Am I rotten enough yet? A sharp pain in my chest; I put on a smile instead. Juices seeping out, blood-red— Pages fill my medical files. Is it supposed to be a crime? I am my own target. The old folks lied— An apple couldn't keep me alive. Words cut deeper than knives, Wounds that fester in my mind. Home to others, not myself— Am I rotten enough yet?

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Sep 3, 2024

Sep 3, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC

maitreyi

APPLE

It's eating me up alive, Or am I too rotten to be fed? Alone, inside-out, my head— Let me out of this horror fest. Pictures became archives, Of a repetitive, stagnant time. Anger manifests itself— Am I rotten enough yet? A sharp pain in my chest; I put on a smile instead. Juices seeping out, blood-red— Pages fill my medical files. Is it supposed to be a crime? I am my own target. The old folks lied— An apple couldn't keep me alive. Words cut deeper than knives, Wounds that fester in my mind. Home to others, not myself— Am I rotten enough yet?

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So I ain't quite in the box, If you have children, If you have a puppy, If you, if you, if you. I have my own stuff, Maybe I need to find my voice, Maybe I need to not read others, I'm sick of it. Sick of not finding where I fit in. Not finding the so called box.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC

esme-2

Will I ever fit in.

So I ain't quite in the box, If you have children, If you have a puppy, If you, if you, if you. I have my own stuff, Maybe I need to find my voice, Maybe I need to not read others, I'm sick of it. Sick of not finding where I fit in. Not finding the so called box.

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words are something we learn at a young age what those around us say becomes what we say but words are so much more than our bodies vibrating air words tell the world what our brain is thinking the words we hear become parts of our thoughts the words that we use show the world who we are where we're from and what we want to show others words written down carry our thoughts across and through space and time a pen and ink can and have saved lives started wars broken hearts and blown minds A word of encouragement Can nourish a man more Than any supplement A word of abuse Can wound a man To where medicine is of no use A word of simple compliance Blinds the mind And a few of fierce rebellion Become a battle cry Maybe a few bad poems Are less than art But a brain releasing a cyclone into paper Had to be a start Maybe one day I can find my part (s) Until then, my mind Wanders alongside my heart (s) But these words Though so little Are only my start

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC

breeze-mist

Words

words are something we learn at a young age what those around us say becomes what we say but words are so much more than our bodies vibrating air words tell the world what our brain is thinking the words we hear become parts of our thoughts the words that we use show the world who we are where we're from and what we want to show others words written down carry our thoughts across and through space and time a pen and ink can and have saved lives started wars broken hearts and blown minds A word of encouragement Can nourish a man more Than any supplement A word of abuse Can wound a man To where medicine is of no use A word of simple compliance Blinds the mind And a few of fierce rebellion Become a battle cry Maybe a few bad poems Are less than art But a brain releasing a cyclone into paper Had to be a start Maybe one day I can find my part (s) Until then, my mind Wanders alongside my heart (s) But these words Though so little Are only my start

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Purpose is the thing between amazing and now, And somehow I find that I am now the in between. The seen and unseen not in the darks hold, Held in the folds of fog, because I want to be light.

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC

nilan-gerald-handunge

Path

Purpose is the thing between amazing and now, And somehow I find that I am now the in between. The seen and unseen not in the darks hold, Held in the folds of fog, because I want to be light.

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