#findingyourself - Hello Poetry

We are propelled into this thing called life, without a course or bearing to follow. Then— we begin to understand the voices of guidance. Then come the days of rebellion. And now— you’ve found your courage to step onto this path called life.

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Finding Our Way

We are propelled into this thing called life, without a course or bearing to follow. Then— we begin to understand the voices of guidance. Then come the days of rebellion. And now— you’ve found your courage to step onto this path called life.

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There are those who have a place, And those who lost one. Those who change the world, And those who are never known by it. The seen and unseen. This girl is average. Like every other. Manufactured in a child labored factory, Under horrifying conditions. Yet she makes the cut, as imperfect as she is. to live in this imperfect world, Obsessed with perfection. Twisted into believing that it is. Has not enough beauty marks, And to many zits to pop. Focuses on high maintenance, Forgets the festering wound. Not quite a reject she is. The bi-product of searching for that ONE with IT. ****** into a fast paced life with a slight limp, and a stuttered lisp. Unable to catch up. Yet she hears, and sees, And knows. "I was created to fill a space, and yet I have no place." A clone of every other, Same microchipped thoughts. Walking aimlessly on a planet with no room. Purpose for the purposeless, Eat or be eaten. But you can not eat without utensils, And you weren't packaged with these necessities. To feed with your hands is primal, And not accepted. Live this life until you die, Unknown and alone. We all walk the same stories, Each thinking we are our own. Some separate, and find a way, Never looking back. But for those of us who walk with that limp, We will never get it fixed. And in this fast paced "perfect" world, Where we can't catch up, We will never find our way. Live unknown to die alone. But alas it is our mindset that makes the difference Is it not? The challenge is re-coding what we were made into. Loving ourselves, and fighting for the imperfect world. Instead of accepting the roles given by society. That's when we will become someone different. But it's not easy. It rarely ever is.

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Jan 3, 2013

Jan 3, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC

Vanzy

Made in ____________.

There are those who have a place, And those who lost one. Those who change the world, And those who are never known by it. The seen and unseen. This girl is average. Like every other. Manufactured in a child labored factory, Under horrifying conditions. Yet she makes the cut, as imperfect as she is. to live in this imperfect world, Obsessed with perfection. Twisted into believing that it is. Has not enough beauty marks, And to many zits to pop. Focuses on high maintenance, Forgets the festering wound. Not quite a reject she is. The bi-product of searching for that ONE with IT. ****** into a fast paced life with a slight limp, and a stuttered lisp. Unable to catch up. Yet she hears, and sees, And knows. "I was created to fill a space, and yet I have no place." A clone of every other, Same microchipped thoughts. Walking aimlessly on a planet with no room. Purpose for the purposeless, Eat or be eaten. But you can not eat without utensils, And you weren't packaged with these necessities. To feed with your hands is primal, And not accepted. Live this life until you die, Unknown and alone. We all walk the same stories, Each thinking we are our own. Some separate, and find a way, Never looking back. But for those of us who walk with that limp, We will never get it fixed. And in this fast paced "perfect" world, Where we can't catch up, We will never find our way. Live unknown to die alone. But alas it is our mindset that makes the difference Is it not? The challenge is re-coding what we were made into. Loving ourselves, and fighting for the imperfect world. Instead of accepting the roles given by society. That's when we will become someone different. But it's not easy. It rarely ever is.

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blurry vision comprises everything I declared salt and water run too tightly weeping wounds are barely rare but as my eyes trace yours the own despise comes up inside you don‘t have to love me you were only being kind lying next to you I take up space instead of creating a new world Mirrors with whom I sympathize present me as a portrait still, lifeless and timeless others show nothing at all I figured it’s my lack of self but I also couldn‘t find it in you

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC

aliapoetry

one night stand

blurry vision comprises everything I declared salt and water run too tightly weeping wounds are barely rare but as my eyes trace yours the own despise comes up inside you don‘t have to love me you were only being kind lying next to you I take up space instead of creating a new world Mirrors with whom I sympathize present me as a portrait still, lifeless and timeless others show nothing at all I figured it’s my lack of self but I also couldn‘t find it in you

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They never noticed when she stopped waving back— how her laughter faded like music from a passing car, how her shoes stayed clean for weeks. once, she chased rain to the edge of the river, barefoot, out of breath, her shadow chasing behind. they called her wild— too alive to sit still. but stillness came. not with a scream, just silence, growing louder by the day. no one asked why her side of the bed was always made. why she didn’t hum anymore. as long as she smiled and passed her tests, they assumed she was fine. when they looked for her, the water led the way— not the current, but the quiet reflection she once stared into a little too long. when they found her, she looked almost asleep. hair spread out like grass, hands still. no bruises— at least, not the kind they talk about. maybe she just wanted to know what peace feels like underneath it all

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC

Adora_Sunshine2004

"The Quiet Kind of Drowning"

They never noticed when she stopped waving back— how her laughter faded like music from a passing car, how her shoes stayed clean for weeks. once, she chased rain to the edge of the river, barefoot, out of breath, her shadow chasing behind. they called her wild— too alive to sit still. but stillness came. not with a scream, just silence, growing louder by the day. no one asked why her side of the bed was always made. why she didn’t hum anymore. as long as she smiled and passed her tests, they assumed she was fine. when they looked for her, the water led the way— not the current, but the quiet reflection she once stared into a little too long. when they found her, she looked almost asleep. hair spread out like grass, hands still. no bruises— at least, not the kind they talk about. maybe she just wanted to know what peace feels like underneath it all

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you wish for someone to understand you to be by your side even if he does nothing just stay there so you don't feel lonely when world tears you apart he breath the same air as you do if he cant do something better just stay there and do nothing you always wish for someone to be there for you with you and when you find no one you go on a hunt to find that one or you completely abandon yourself and let devil take over you either you go see other and heal other or you see other and hurt other for if you are a kind one you will choose the right or if you are a thorny one you will lick ones wound for you think what happened with you was unfair so neither you live in ease neither you let them you dont let go and hold your void like your breaths depends on it

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC

Moonlight_Sparkle

Can You Please Be Present, Even if You Do Nothing

you wish for someone to understand you to be by your side even if he does nothing just stay there so you don't feel lonely when world tears you apart he breath the same air as you do if he cant do something better just stay there and do nothing you always wish for someone to be there for you with you and when you find no one you go on a hunt to find that one or you completely abandon yourself and let devil take over you either you go see other and heal other or you see other and hurt other for if you are a kind one you will choose the right or if you are a thorny one you will lick ones wound for you think what happened with you was unfair so neither you live in ease neither you let them you dont let go and hold your void like your breaths depends on it

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You called it friendship. But it wasn’t friendship, was it? Not when you held my heart in your hands, a fragile, trembling thing— and you squeezed, just enough to feel it crack, just enough to keep me begging for air. Every glance was an anchor. Every word, a trap. You weren’t careless— you were calculated. You gave just enough to keep me alive, just enough to make me believe that maybe I could matter to someone. But not to you. Never to you. You wanted the devotion, but not the responsibility. The love, but not the weight of it. You pulled the strings, watched me twist, and when I shattered, you stood back, arms crossed, and blamed me for breaking. Because I was never the destination. I was just another trophy for your shelf, another fragile soul to notch on your belt. You smiled like you’d won, like breaking me was your masterpiece, while I drowned in the weight of never being enough for you. You flirted like it was a game, like hearts were trophies you could collect and discard. But when the cracks in your mask showed, when the truth of your manipulation became too hard to hide, you turned on me. You called me needy. You called me too much. You made me question my sanity for believing the lies you whispered like the truth. And God, how you made me want you. Like a starving man chasing crumbs, I followed, grateful for the scraps that fell from your careless hands. I swallowed your indifference like poison, and called it love. I wasn’t your victim, not in your mind. No, you made me your villain— a desperate fool who wanted too much, when all you were offering was the hollow shell of companionship. But you didn’t just offer friendship. You dangled love in front of me like a prize I could earn if only I tried hard enough. And when I reached out, when I dared to hope, you recoiled— not out of surprise, but out of calculated cruelty. As if the problem wasn’t your lies, but my belief in them. You manipulated my heart like it was an instrument you could play to your tune. You twisted my feelings, turned my trust into a weapon and aimed it straight at me. And when I fell, you didn’t even look back. You just walked away, leaving me to choke on the blame you shoved down my throat. You made me feel like I was never enough— not for you, not for anyone. You left me staring at my own reflection, wondering what was so broken in me that I could never be loved. You turned my kindness into a flaw, my vulnerability into a weakness, and my love into something shameful. And the cruelest part? You knew. You knew exactly what you were doing. You dangled yourself just close enough to taste, but never enough to hold. You made me feel like a child chasing shadows— a game I couldn’t win. And I— I was the fool who stayed, who waited, who let your breadcrumbs lead me to this jagged edge. And now, here I am, clinging to the ledge of who I used to be, on the edge where you left me, the wind ripping through my chest, the rocks below calling my name. Because for a moment, just one agonizing moment, it feels easier to fall— to let go, to end the ache you left behind— than to keep living in a world where you exist, untouched by the wreckage you caused. Because you left me with nothing— not even myself. But here’s the truth you’ll probably never face: You were the broken one. You used people to fill the void inside you, and when they got too close, you shoved them into the fire and called it their fault for burning. You built a life on the ashes of the hearts you destroyed, and you smiled like you won. But one day, the mirrors will crack. The lies will catch up to you. And when you’re standing alone, wondering why no one stays, you’ll remember me. Not as the fool who loved you, but as the one who climbed back onto the cliff, not because I wasn’t enough, but because I was too much for your hollow hands to hold. And you’ll finally understand: You didn’t win. You never did. You only thought you did because I let you. you didn’t destroy me. The only thing you destroyed was the illusion that you were ever worth it. And even if I’m still bleeding, even if my hands are torn raw from clawing my way back to the ledge you let me fall from, I’ll heal. I’ll rebuild. I’ll become something you’ll never understand— whole, without you.

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC

Compass_Rose

Bones on the ledge.

You called it friendship. But it wasn’t friendship, was it? Not when you held my heart in your hands, a fragile, trembling thing— and you squeezed, just enough to feel it crack, just enough to keep me begging for air. Every glance was an anchor. Every word, a trap. You weren’t careless— you were calculated. You gave just enough to keep me alive, just enough to make me believe that maybe I could matter to someone. But not to you. Never to you. You wanted the devotion, but not the responsibility. The love, but not the weight of it. You pulled the strings, watched me twist, and when I shattered, you stood back, arms crossed, and blamed me for breaking. Because I was never the destination. I was just another trophy for your shelf, another fragile soul to notch on your belt. You smiled like you’d won, like breaking me was your masterpiece, while I drowned in the weight of never being enough for you. You flirted like it was a game, like hearts were trophies you could collect and discard. But when the cracks in your mask showed, when the truth of your manipulation became too hard to hide, you turned on me. You called me needy. You called me too much. You made me question my sanity for believing the lies you whispered like the truth. And God, how you made me want you. Like a starving man chasing crumbs, I followed, grateful for the scraps that fell from your careless hands. I swallowed your indifference like poison, and called it love. I wasn’t your victim, not in your mind. No, you made me your villain— a desperate fool who wanted too much, when all you were offering was the hollow shell of companionship. But you didn’t just offer friendship. You dangled love in front of me like a prize I could earn if only I tried hard enough. And when I reached out, when I dared to hope, you recoiled— not out of surprise, but out of calculated cruelty. As if the problem wasn’t your lies, but my belief in them. You manipulated my heart like it was an instrument you could play to your tune. You twisted my feelings, turned my trust into a weapon and aimed it straight at me. And when I fell, you didn’t even look back. You just walked away, leaving me to choke on the blame you shoved down my throat. You made me feel like I was never enough— not for you, not for anyone. You left me staring at my own reflection, wondering what was so broken in me that I could never be loved. You turned my kindness into a flaw, my vulnerability into a weakness, and my love into something shameful. And the cruelest part? You knew. You knew exactly what you were doing. You dangled yourself just close enough to taste, but never enough to hold. You made me feel like a child chasing shadows— a game I couldn’t win. And I— I was the fool who stayed, who waited, who let your breadcrumbs lead me to this jagged edge. And now, here I am, clinging to the ledge of who I used to be, on the edge where you left me, the wind ripping through my chest, the rocks below calling my name. Because for a moment, just one agonizing moment, it feels easier to fall— to let go, to end the ache you left behind— than to keep living in a world where you exist, untouched by the wreckage you caused. Because you left me with nothing— not even myself. But here’s the truth you’ll probably never face: You were the broken one. You used people to fill the void inside you, and when they got too close, you shoved them into the fire and called it their fault for burning. You built a life on the ashes of the hearts you destroyed, and you smiled like you won. But one day, the mirrors will crack. The lies will catch up to you. And when you’re standing alone, wondering why no one stays, you’ll remember me. Not as the fool who loved you, but as the one who climbed back onto the cliff, not because I wasn’t enough, but because I was too much for your hollow hands to hold. And you’ll finally understand: You didn’t win. You never did. You only thought you did because I let you. you didn’t destroy me. The only thing you destroyed was the illusion that you were ever worth it. And even if I’m still bleeding, even if my hands are torn raw from clawing my way back to the ledge you let me fall from, I’ll heal. I’ll rebuild. I’ll become something you’ll never understand— whole, without you.

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The night is bitter The stars had lost their glitter It's getting colder And suddenly you're older Then you get this feeling That you might be bleeding But apparently you're not You're skin had begun to rot A new skin emerged Yet you're not prepared Which one is best ?the new or the other Is there another? The sky is Gray The sun had lost its rays You want to walk Cause there's not much to talk It's getting calmer There's not much of drama The kids are sleeping They must be dreaming It might be a nightmare With a witch surrounded by flare The adults are older They are getting colder They want to be dreaming Even if they weren't sleeping Their heads are thicker Their souls are bitter They lost their glitter Who's fault is this ? Fate it must be it But destiny is glory Each one has its own story Everything is ending Life and its blessing God is merciful We got be thankful Thanking him for life ،for the days and Nights Even when it's gloomy It got such beauty Even to the blind Faith can be their eyes

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Sep 30, 2024

Sep 30, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC

kathswork

Lazy hours

The night is bitter The stars had lost their glitter It's getting colder And suddenly you're older Then you get this feeling That you might be bleeding But apparently you're not You're skin had begun to rot A new skin emerged Yet you're not prepared Which one is best ?the new or the other Is there another? The sky is Gray The sun had lost its rays You want to walk Cause there's not much to talk It's getting calmer There's not much of drama The kids are sleeping They must be dreaming It might be a nightmare With a witch surrounded by flare The adults are older They are getting colder They want to be dreaming Even if they weren't sleeping Their heads are thicker Their souls are bitter They lost their glitter Who's fault is this ? Fate it must be it But destiny is glory Each one has its own story Everything is ending Life and its blessing God is merciful We got be thankful Thanking him for life ،for the days and Nights Even when it's gloomy It got such beauty Even to the blind Faith can be their eyes

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I'm learning to find my voice again To learn that I DO have a voice, and it's not so bad, and it IS worth to be heard, Too... sans pleas, sans promises, you just have to believe, I have to believe... After all these years being silenced, Muffled, Belittled, Deemed worthless, My infantile fragile shaky volatile voice, Now needs to ROAR. Hurry, we have an audience, and yet, still, other voices to compete. So help me, God. You guided me here, so please, guide me all the way...

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Mar 2, 2024

Mar 2, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC

emm

Voice

I'm learning to find my voice again To learn that I DO have a voice, and it's not so bad, and it IS worth to be heard, Too... sans pleas, sans promises, you just have to believe, I have to believe... After all these years being silenced, Muffled, Belittled, Deemed worthless, My infantile fragile shaky volatile voice, Now needs to ROAR. Hurry, we have an audience, and yet, still, other voices to compete. So help me, God. You guided me here, so please, guide me all the way...

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as the rest move in a herd in time, fixed and onward some remain at a pace of their own slower, wallowing in crevices, an act of conscious apartheid familiar with the shortage of influence, that is, separation. wandering by will vicariously living through a phobia of confusion hence why lost souls remain lost fear of false direction, fear of decision uncertainty amongst hysteria a deadly duo for the few settlement has become still and those lost are familiar with movement 2 steps forward, 12 steps scattered here and there and it's unclear up and down its all around the dance to delusion goes to no sound but illusion. distress within the body whose mind follows curiosity incessant pondering yields a detriment to the thinker, be about your quest and breed your farewell to the blissful life of ignorance that now follows you - is there a solace to be found for these creatures? has the point of no return passed? the distance behind is immeasurable for the path previously paved is dimly lit to decipher the single instance is a feat of all men does the lone wolf recall?

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Apr 16, 2023

Apr 16, 2023 at 1:51 AM UTC

sheercurtain

The Sunken Place | Point of Reference

as the rest move in a herd in time, fixed and onward some remain at a pace of their own slower, wallowing in crevices, an act of conscious apartheid familiar with the shortage of influence, that is, separation. wandering by will vicariously living through a phobia of confusion hence why lost souls remain lost fear of false direction, fear of decision uncertainty amongst hysteria a deadly duo for the few settlement has become still and those lost are familiar with movement 2 steps forward, 12 steps scattered here and there and it's unclear up and down its all around the dance to delusion goes to no sound but illusion. distress within the body whose mind follows curiosity incessant pondering yields a detriment to the thinker, be about your quest and breed your farewell to the blissful life of ignorance that now follows you - is there a solace to be found for these creatures? has the point of no return passed? the distance behind is immeasurable for the path previously paved is dimly lit to decipher the single instance is a feat of all men does the lone wolf recall?

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sometimes i feel you view me as less that you’ll blow me away that i go away when the sun comes up you treat me like a lesser copy of you but i don’t want to be you.

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Apr 1, 2021

Apr 1, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC

jakayy

shadows

sometimes i feel you view me as less that you’ll blow me away that i go away when the sun comes up you treat me like a lesser copy of you but i don’t want to be you.

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panting for air, running to nowhere out of breath, still trying to dig what's underneath what's left is longing, a soul seeking, a mind wandering let hearts be hurting after the sorrow and tears laying down walls and fears let the fragile heart break let the shakeable shake no more trails of fake and ache wait 'til the void opens the emptiness awakens beauty in nothing, space for new fillings throwing what's rotting no longer chasing finally, resting and stopping

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC

scarletnomore

freed

panting for air, running to nowhere out of breath, still trying to dig what's underneath what's left is longing, a soul seeking, a mind wandering let hearts be hurting after the sorrow and tears laying down walls and fears let the fragile heart break let the shakeable shake no more trails of fake and ache wait 'til the void opens the emptiness awakens beauty in nothing, space for new fillings throwing what's rotting no longer chasing finally, resting and stopping

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Just a bug here i am Wishing to fly with no wings Stuck in these four walls cocoon Waiting for the change future brings Dreaming of the places I will reach With those new shiny spotted wings Alas!Am I waiting too long or I am just dreamer dud Am I just a bug boiled in cocoon never to fly Just a silk showpiece somewhere in someone's cupboard At the corner where it doesnot even matches the colour codes Ignored, dusty, never to be reached, never to be felt I am just a bug wishing to fly With no wings dreaming of sky

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC

Just_read

JUST A BUG

Just a bug here i am Wishing to fly with no wings Stuck in these four walls cocoon Waiting for the change future brings Dreaming of the places I will reach With those new shiny spotted wings Alas!Am I waiting too long or I am just dreamer dud Am I just a bug boiled in cocoon never to fly Just a silk showpiece somewhere in someone's cupboard At the corner where it doesnot even matches the colour codes Ignored, dusty, never to be reached, never to be felt I am just a bug wishing to fly With no wings dreaming of sky

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What was it that I wanted to find? Was it your love, or was it just a distraction from my daily grind? I have felt so much it's beyond words could say; In the past few months, I have found it so hard to keep my feelings at bay. I waited each day for you hoping my love you would find; And that would, in turn, ease my crazy, restless mind! I hoped, I begged, I prayed, and I cried; I waited till all my wet tears had dried. Each day I carried my heart on my sleeve; Prayed to God that in my love, you would believe. But all my attempts went in vain; Each day you crushed my hopes and left me in agonizing pain. The more you ignored me, the more I followed you. The more you hated me, the more I thought I loved you! This clash of feelings went on for days; I felt like a prisoner in chains, like a rat in a maze; Then slowly but surely my agony diminished; You loved me not of that; I became convinced! I was crushed, but I had accepted my fate; I knew there would be no one waiting for me at the gate. I was sad, but there was peaceful calm above; I didn't have to ponder for hours about whether you would accept my love. Then one morning just out of the blue; You came to me and said about my tender feelings, you knew! At last, you said the words I was waiting to hear, I thought I would feel an inexplicable joy, my dear. But I didn't quite know what was going wrong? I felt nothing....just nothing at all! And then it dawned on me this revelation It's wasn't you love that I wanted, it was your attention. I was searching for myself outside of me, And I thought somehow by finding you I would be set free. But now I know I was just a lost soul; I was a deer in headlights...I was a fish in a bowl. At that moment when you confessed to me your feelings; I should have felt love, but I felt old wounds healing! I had found the solution to the problem I myself had created; I realized it wasn't you that I loved, it was me that I had hated!

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Nov 27, 2019

Nov 27, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC

Alice383

Confession

What was it that I wanted to find? Was it your love, or was it just a distraction from my daily grind? I have felt so much it's beyond words could say; In the past few months, I have found it so hard to keep my feelings at bay. I waited each day for you hoping my love you would find; And that would, in turn, ease my crazy, restless mind! I hoped, I begged, I prayed, and I cried; I waited till all my wet tears had dried. Each day I carried my heart on my sleeve; Prayed to God that in my love, you would believe. But all my attempts went in vain; Each day you crushed my hopes and left me in agonizing pain. The more you ignored me, the more I followed you. The more you hated me, the more I thought I loved you! This clash of feelings went on for days; I felt like a prisoner in chains, like a rat in a maze; Then slowly but surely my agony diminished; You loved me not of that; I became convinced! I was crushed, but I had accepted my fate; I knew there would be no one waiting for me at the gate. I was sad, but there was peaceful calm above; I didn't have to ponder for hours about whether you would accept my love. Then one morning just out of the blue; You came to me and said about my tender feelings, you knew! At last, you said the words I was waiting to hear, I thought I would feel an inexplicable joy, my dear. But I didn't quite know what was going wrong? I felt nothing....just nothing at all! And then it dawned on me this revelation It's wasn't you love that I wanted, it was your attention. I was searching for myself outside of me, And I thought somehow by finding you I would be set free. But now I know I was just a lost soul; I was a deer in headlights...I was a fish in a bowl. At that moment when you confessed to me your feelings; I should have felt love, but I felt old wounds healing! I had found the solution to the problem I myself had created; I realized it wasn't you that I loved, it was me that I had hated!

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Can you help me? I'm trying to find my place What I thought was found was always lost These people aren't real Just pieces on a board game Pushing me around as if they know who I am But I am unlike these players I don't play games Can you help me? I'm trying to escape this dream I'm not awake but I clearly see That these demons are killing me I want to leave but these chains protect me From seeing who I am truly meant to be

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC

samstarr

lost

Can you help me? I'm trying to find my place What I thought was found was always lost These people aren't real Just pieces on a board game Pushing me around as if they know who I am But I am unlike these players I don't play games Can you help me? I'm trying to escape this dream I'm not awake but I clearly see That these demons are killing me I want to leave but these chains protect me From seeing who I am truly meant to be

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A movie where you lose yourself on the way of finding someone. ~the end!

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Jun 18, 2019

Jun 18, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC

Nandhitha

Love

A movie where you lose yourself on the way of finding someone. ~the end!

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I'm a poor psych student majoring in emotions- lots of them- and awkward missed opportunities. I guess you could say I'm unstable and in need of a massive outlet Or I just need to grow up...

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC

M182

Untitled

I'm a poor psych student majoring in emotions- lots of them- and awkward missed opportunities. I guess you could say I'm unstable and in need of a massive outlet Or I just need to grow up...

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breathe in put your lids to rest would you dare to hold in the fear of all forgotten put your lids to rest do you hear waves do you fear the dark within the clouded mind your harrowing thoughts beneath those vivid images you so desperately escape lies quietly fluttering dreams and if you are willing to see within a shrouded cave below quaint a little box, innocently awaiting finding familiarity in its sense its owner long gone holding the spark you search.

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC

papercuts

within

breathe in put your lids to rest would you dare to hold in the fear of all forgotten put your lids to rest do you hear waves do you fear the dark within the clouded mind your harrowing thoughts beneath those vivid images you so desperately escape lies quietly fluttering dreams and if you are willing to see within a shrouded cave below quaint a little box, innocently awaiting finding familiarity in its sense its owner long gone holding the spark you search.

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Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterwards (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday! Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

NOPO@HEPO!

Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterwards (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday! Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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I think therefore I am? Does that mean I am what I think? Can’t I practice what I preach or must I be bound to the thoughts that produce themselves show unwelcome with no signs of departing leaving me heaving and seething that is not who I am I am who I want to be who I decide to be so how do I explain what I have become is this really me? Sad and lonely and scared to be free maybe for a moment but I’m on my way to my self

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May 5, 2018

May 5, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC

Krystacheyenne

on my way to my self

I think therefore I am? Does that mean I am what I think? Can’t I practice what I preach or must I be bound to the thoughts that produce themselves show unwelcome with no signs of departing leaving me heaving and seething that is not who I am I am who I want to be who I decide to be so how do I explain what I have become is this really me? Sad and lonely and scared to be free maybe for a moment but I’m on my way to my self

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I flick trough the poems that I've forgotten that I've written and i read about, how I feel tortured and belittled A journey of three years a very long time that had flew in front of my eyes and here I am now wondering where did the time go? it saddens me to say that I am no different I wish I had progressed but I guess it makes no difference this proves to me though that life indeed is so hard because who would've known that in such a long time I would've made no progress still the same broken shattered saddened anxious sensitive loving lonely shy dreamer person that I guess I still am

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC

martyna-maselskyte

An Update On A Poem I Wrote 3 Years Ago

I flick trough the poems that I've forgotten that I've written and i read about, how I feel tortured and belittled A journey of three years a very long time that had flew in front of my eyes and here I am now wondering where did the time go? it saddens me to say that I am no different I wish I had progressed but I guess it makes no difference this proves to me though that life indeed is so hard because who would've known that in such a long time I would've made no progress still the same broken shattered saddened anxious sensitive loving lonely shy dreamer person that I guess I still am

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love me, love me, please just love me... i promise that i will love you in return! (this is true) i can find unique beauty in everyone and everything i'm not asking you to fill this ragged hole within me. it's been patched up before you don't have to do anything really (am i lying?) but your love is enough (is it?) i'm sorry, maybe i'm just making excuses maybe i'm just needy- but this love, this love is genuine i swear my love is always different; everyone[thing] is different (does that make it the same?) scratch that i can't expect this from anyone but myself, or maybe mom and dad (why am i cringing) ...that ship is still at sea you're just so beautiful to me (or do i need to be told that i am?)

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC

marisa-3

a part of me that i hate

love me, love me, please just love me... i promise that i will love you in return! (this is true) i can find unique beauty in everyone and everything i'm not asking you to fill this ragged hole within me. it's been patched up before you don't have to do anything really (am i lying?) but your love is enough (is it?) i'm sorry, maybe i'm just making excuses maybe i'm just needy- but this love, this love is genuine i swear my love is always different; everyone[thing] is different (does that make it the same?) scratch that i can't expect this from anyone but myself, or maybe mom and dad (why am i cringing) ...that ship is still at sea you're just so beautiful to me (or do i need to be told that i am?)

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I felt fake, so I stopped trying to be anything. Now, I feel like I am nothing.

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC

marisa-3

Untitled

I felt fake, so I stopped trying to be anything. Now, I feel like I am nothing.

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You know you might could just do it Do your own thing But nobody’s gonna’ pay you for it It’s only a way to pay yourself Go ahead and be you It’s not easy being different But it’s easier than being something else Don’t pick the wrong version of the story When you decide to breathe again I hope you’re the one who’s there When you decide to speak again I hope you’re the one who cares It’s time to quit pretending There’s nothing but pain there It will happen soon enough for you But now you belong to your own heart When you decide to see again I hope it's you standing in the mirror When you decide to love again I hope it's my heart that becomes nearer

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Jul 19, 2017

Jul 19, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC

mark-lecuona

Where Did You Go?

You know you might could just do it Do your own thing But nobody’s gonna’ pay you for it It’s only a way to pay yourself Go ahead and be you It’s not easy being different But it’s easier than being something else Don’t pick the wrong version of the story When you decide to breathe again I hope you’re the one who’s there When you decide to speak again I hope you’re the one who cares It’s time to quit pretending There’s nothing but pain there It will happen soon enough for you But now you belong to your own heart When you decide to see again I hope it's you standing in the mirror When you decide to love again I hope it's my heart that becomes nearer

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