#halt - Hello Poetry

The space in every word of a sentence The silence between notes of a song The rest after a hard day's work Gap and stop makes sense There is no such thing as nothing. Even nothing must have something. Sometimes, a stop is needed A necessary halt for refueling the engine A little brake to a steep corner The travel becomes faster

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC

mikel

Muni Muni Sa Byahe

The space in every word of a sentence The silence between notes of a song The rest after a hard day's work Gap and stop makes sense There is no such thing as nothing. Even nothing must have something. Sometimes, a stop is needed A necessary halt for refueling the engine A little brake to a steep corner The travel becomes faster

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I want to take shot after shot after shot of ***** Or whiskey Or even gin Any and all hard alcohol To mask the resounding pain Ricocheting throughout my worn-out body As if it were a pinball machine Swallow some poisonous liquor Because I remember many years ago How ***** intensified the irresistible attraction I held for you YET.. there was always a tipping point A few chugs past tipsy Then I would begin throwing up Finally intoxicated enough to set my mind free from your ribcage for awhile Too sick to think about you Because I would be Too sick to think about anything That is the only way I can hope to halt this overwhelming longing To be embraced in your arms One more time

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Shot After Shot

I want to take shot after shot after shot of ***** Or whiskey Or even gin Any and all hard alcohol To mask the resounding pain Ricocheting throughout my worn-out body As if it were a pinball machine Swallow some poisonous liquor Because I remember many years ago How ***** intensified the irresistible attraction I held for you YET.. there was always a tipping point A few chugs past tipsy Then I would begin throwing up Finally intoxicated enough to set my mind free from your ribcage for awhile Too sick to think about you Because I would be Too sick to think about anything That is the only way I can hope to halt this overwhelming longing To be embraced in your arms One more time

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My creativity is haltered, i'm stuck on a continuous train I could stop if my brain would kick in and find a exit or a object to throw in front of it but its stuck moving,thoughts over thoughts thrown away down they go, down the drain. I don't even think twice I know its not good enough for them I ask why, why isn't it good enough for them? i'm running low on fuel, im drained and my creativity is on the floor stomped all over by people I don't know, I scream for them to stop, The train came to a halt I got off it was the final stop no more room for me I was empty and useless and no good for society. but when I got off others did too. They pleaded that I bring back what I once had i cannot i stopped the train for some kind of acceptance I was on my knees for people who didn't know me and yes I was begging for them to show affection They are strangers, not friends not family but there criticism seemed more important to me. its what the people want not me.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC

essxance

Writers-Block

My creativity is haltered, i'm stuck on a continuous train I could stop if my brain would kick in and find a exit or a object to throw in front of it but its stuck moving,thoughts over thoughts thrown away down they go, down the drain. I don't even think twice I know its not good enough for them I ask why, why isn't it good enough for them? i'm running low on fuel, im drained and my creativity is on the floor stomped all over by people I don't know, I scream for them to stop, The train came to a halt I got off it was the final stop no more room for me I was empty and useless and no good for society. but when I got off others did too. They pleaded that I bring back what I once had i cannot i stopped the train for some kind of acceptance I was on my knees for people who didn't know me and yes I was begging for them to show affection They are strangers, not friends not family but there criticism seemed more important to me. its what the people want not me.

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One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it over. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. . .

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Twelve Step Song

One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it over. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. . .

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I've been so used to being lonely and self loathing that I end up pushing everyone away, hoping that it'll all go away. This nasty feeling inside me needs to stop. But something's telling me the only way I could ever do that is if I make myself stop. Stop, halt. Ending.

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC

cherissely

stop, halt. ending.

I've been so used to being lonely and self loathing that I end up pushing everyone away, hoping that it'll all go away. This nasty feeling inside me needs to stop. But something's telling me the only way I could ever do that is if I make myself stop. Stop, halt. Ending.

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Whatever I touch, I break, so I don't even touch Wherever I shine, I fake, my shadow tells too much However I try to proceed, I sink in too deep Whomever I call love, never we share a good sleep Every moment collapses, leaving us blindly I hold on to my senses, singns of my body I wear however the wounds of my soul Questions of origin, others and all Reliance on feelings have thought me to judge Listening to voices have brought me through grudge Counting on numbers have led me to withdraw Looking at features have dreamed up just plain law I wander and wonder, why I can't do the math Why these thoughts ponder and don't take a bath Sometimes I share a free passion to make But most of the times those act like headache Here am I reflecting, dissecting my wows Wishing and cursing on different nows Clocking and measuring where there shall be strength, Courage and willpower does not care about length

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC

n3u2o

Ephemeral lament

Whatever I touch, I break, so I don't even touch Wherever I shine, I fake, my shadow tells too much However I try to proceed, I sink in too deep Whomever I call love, never we share a good sleep Every moment collapses, leaving us blindly I hold on to my senses, singns of my body I wear however the wounds of my soul Questions of origin, others and all Reliance on feelings have thought me to judge Listening to voices have brought me through grudge Counting on numbers have led me to withdraw Looking at features have dreamed up just plain law I wander and wonder, why I can't do the math Why these thoughts ponder and don't take a bath Sometimes I share a free passion to make But most of the times those act like headache Here am I reflecting, dissecting my wows Wishing and cursing on different nows Clocking and measuring where there shall be strength, Courage and willpower does not care about length

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An army of slashers and taunters Only two hands to halt in silence

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Halt

An army of slashers and taunters Only two hands to halt in silence

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You are the light in my darkest hour You made me see the beauty Within the shadows Everytime I see your face, I gain strength You are the sunshine in my rainy days Whenever you stand here and show your light This complicated world just seems so easy That everything which seems slight would turn significant For you open my eyes to see the beauty In each awful detail You are the promise, The hope of an unpromising tomorrow That whenever you speak you would touch The mind, the soul The world You are the history within the insensibility You bring the memory of a lost dream Creating a new child of courage Yes, you are a blessing A gift of splendor An angel The hope The light The promise But even the sun needs to set To give way to the reassuring night... And I am but a wandering soul Every gift I have at hand Is not for keeps I am the mist Which anytime would go with the wind To fade And somehow delight in My transience And dream To see you smile In my repose...

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC

Marguerite

IN MY REPOSE

You are the light in my darkest hour You made me see the beauty Within the shadows Everytime I see your face, I gain strength You are the sunshine in my rainy days Whenever you stand here and show your light This complicated world just seems so easy That everything which seems slight would turn significant For you open my eyes to see the beauty In each awful detail You are the promise, The hope of an unpromising tomorrow That whenever you speak you would touch The mind, the soul The world You are the history within the insensibility You bring the memory of a lost dream Creating a new child of courage Yes, you are a blessing A gift of splendor An angel The hope The light The promise But even the sun needs to set To give way to the reassuring night... And I am but a wandering soul Every gift I have at hand Is not for keeps I am the mist Which anytime would go with the wind To fade And somehow delight in My transience And dream To see you smile In my repose...

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