#goodintentions - Hello Poetry

I told you from the beginning... If you touch me, You'll hurt me. You heard me, So you laid your hands on me to pray

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC

alexia-noel

And You Hurt Me Anyway...

I told you from the beginning... If you touch me, You'll hurt me. You heard me, So you laid your hands on me to pray

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Something that I do Not not everyone does Is when I’m done with you I’m really just done There’s no hard feelings.. I’m not mad I’m not sad about our loss I’m not nervous of how I’ll be without you I’m not afraid of what you’re gonna do next Whatever reason I told you I’ve released I don’t hold it against you and I love you and I don’t need you Whatever version of you I knew I out grew As we move through life we will change and perhaps our paths will cross again different people and different conditions And we may reconnect But until then I am done I love you and I am not attached to any further outcome This is called “detachment with love” Tell me what it makes you feel !

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC

Loveontop

Falling out of love can be done

Something that I do Not not everyone does Is when I’m done with you I’m really just done There’s no hard feelings.. I’m not mad I’m not sad about our loss I’m not nervous of how I’ll be without you I’m not afraid of what you’re gonna do next Whatever reason I told you I’ve released I don’t hold it against you and I love you and I don’t need you Whatever version of you I knew I out grew As we move through life we will change and perhaps our paths will cross again different people and different conditions And we may reconnect But until then I am done I love you and I am not attached to any further outcome This is called “detachment with love” Tell me what it makes you feel !

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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 afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. 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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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

On The Renouncement of a Sunflower

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 afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. 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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youre a city girl raised on  fantasy-realities of ivy leagues and  imminent success your  only scars are pimple scars  remainders of a childhood of  vaguesuccesses. exceptional, they call you, who were  bred and groomed for this title  talent is a spectre that haunts  you and your sibling and every  otherchild  born into that grey area between  happy and sad. you have the world beneath your  dainty soft feet but its never  enough to bring you to the summit of  the desires (expectations) that push down on you like  a suffocating cloud that waters your eyes and  chokes your lungs. youre afraid to leap  up (out of sight out of mind out of the safe cradle of a mothers wisdom and a fathers love and  the familiarity of being a tightly coiled rope ready to snap)  and into a sky where suddenly that weight is  lifted and you feel light   (the weight is comfortable, it keeps you grounded)  and perhaps that you were moulded with  this constant belief that you [are/must be] the best is  the ________ (only/best) reason to stop yourself. when others have problems that seem so  much grander and you in your protective bubble  that even a city cannot permeate (you ignore the sight of beggars  or thieves or poverty and avert your eyes  from anything that contradicts  the perceptions that you have, it doesnt matter if youre in a city  plagued by pain and exploitation  as long as you can live in your (steel tinted) dreams)  you wish that you had that claim to fame (isnt it sad that  were so desperate for relevance we selfishly wish for suffering, trading your own  trivial vices). but you [dont understand/cant understand/will never understand]  no matter how many times you sympathise and complain and romanticise.  youre just a pimple-scarred city girl carrying  a world of ideals and expectations on  your shoulders.

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC

montblanccs

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youre a city girl raised on  fantasy-realities of ivy leagues and  imminent success your  only scars are pimple scars  remainders of a childhood of  vaguesuccesses. exceptional, they call you, who were  bred and groomed for this title  talent is a spectre that haunts  you and your sibling and every  otherchild  born into that grey area between  happy and sad. you have the world beneath your  dainty soft feet but its never  enough to bring you to the summit of  the desires (expectations) that push down on you like  a suffocating cloud that waters your eyes and  chokes your lungs. youre afraid to leap  up (out of sight out of mind out of the safe cradle of a mothers wisdom and a fathers love and  the familiarity of being a tightly coiled rope ready to snap)  and into a sky where suddenly that weight is  lifted and you feel light   (the weight is comfortable, it keeps you grounded)  and perhaps that you were moulded with  this constant belief that you [are/must be] the best is  the ________ (only/best) reason to stop yourself. when others have problems that seem so  much grander and you in your protective bubble  that even a city cannot permeate (you ignore the sight of beggars  or thieves or poverty and avert your eyes  from anything that contradicts  the perceptions that you have, it doesnt matter if youre in a city  plagued by pain and exploitation  as long as you can live in your (steel tinted) dreams)  you wish that you had that claim to fame (isnt it sad that  were so desperate for relevance we selfishly wish for suffering, trading your own  trivial vices). but you [dont understand/cant understand/will never understand]  no matter how many times you sympathise and complain and romanticise.  youre just a pimple-scarred city girl carrying  a world of ideals and expectations on  your shoulders.

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There are things I love And things I loathe. Maybe I woke up On the wrong side of the bed Or the same side of the bed I wake up on every morning. Or maybe I don't do well On mornings after I've cried. Maybe I'm just Naturally a little Bit meaner than I look. Not that I don't have a heart Of gold and good intentions But you know what they say About good intentions. There are things I love And things I loathe. And today fell more on The second side.

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Jul 25, 2016

Jul 25, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC

be-mccomb

Love and Loathing

There are things I love And things I loathe. Maybe I woke up On the wrong side of the bed Or the same side of the bed I wake up on every morning. Or maybe I don't do well On mornings after I've cried. Maybe I'm just Naturally a little Bit meaner than I look. Not that I don't have a heart Of gold and good intentions But you know what they say About good intentions. There are things I love And things I loathe. And today fell more on The second side.

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Good intentions lay around us like unopened books We thought we might, but we never even took a look We thought we might, but our actions where null We just stayed in our lull Our intentions where grand But we never took that stand We know we failed We are on that paved road sraight to hell

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Like Unopened Books

Good intentions lay around us like unopened books We thought we might, but we never even took a look We thought we might, but our actions where null We just stayed in our lull Our intentions where grand But we never took that stand We know we failed We are on that paved road sraight to hell

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I'm the thief of your dreams; I've gone and turned them all black. Everything you wanted for me, everything you hoped I'd be I threw back. Now you worry and smother me with all of your good intentions, But I lie to you through my teeth-- even my "truths" are inventions.

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Apr 23, 2016

Apr 23, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC

hannahmk

Good Intentions

I'm the thief of your dreams; I've gone and turned them all black. Everything you wanted for me, everything you hoped I'd be I threw back. Now you worry and smother me with all of your good intentions, But I lie to you through my teeth-- even my "truths" are inventions.

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Good intentions lay around us like unopened books We thought we might, but we never even took a look We thought we might, but our actions where null We just stayed in our lull Our intentions where grand But we never took that stand We know we failed We are on that paved road sraight to hell

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Like Unopened Books

Good intentions lay around us like unopened books We thought we might, but we never even took a look We thought we might, but our actions where null We just stayed in our lull Our intentions where grand But we never took that stand We know we failed We are on that paved road sraight to hell

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Aggressive stood the silhouette Distant in the night. Sutured to her shadow A dark and haunting plight. Forgotten was the hour Desolation bereaved. Consumed by her fears A beast was conceived. What's worse then battle Is one fought alone. When the lights are all on But nobody's home. When the demon that lurks Is one that's detached. Mindful yet careless Improperly miss matched. The void spreads like cancer A concrete defeat. Becoming the snake pit By tripping over her feet. Saved by good intentions But just for a moment. See, with actions and consequences You just have to own it.

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Nov 22, 2015

Nov 22, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC

kimberly-seibert

Actions & Consequences

Aggressive stood the silhouette Distant in the night. Sutured to her shadow A dark and haunting plight. Forgotten was the hour Desolation bereaved. Consumed by her fears A beast was conceived. What's worse then battle Is one fought alone. When the lights are all on But nobody's home. When the demon that lurks Is one that's detached. Mindful yet careless Improperly miss matched. The void spreads like cancer A concrete defeat. Becoming the snake pit By tripping over her feet. Saved by good intentions But just for a moment. See, with actions and consequences You just have to own it.

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