#heratbreak - Hello Poetry

Here's to the promise of forever. Here's to the forever that might never come. You promised another, a forever. ....... One can't have two forever (s).......

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Feb 15, 2020

Feb 15, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC

Deyrah-Cifer

Just stop!

Here's to the promise of forever. Here's to the forever that might never come. You promised another, a forever. ....... One can't have two forever (s).......

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They said I could be anyone I wanted to but they were wrong I wanted to be like your favorite song to be a part of your magical fairytale, your heart's charm and your soul's breathtaking Dale I wanted to be a sunrise in your awakening the floret that greets your smile while you reconcile reality from the panoramic view of Wonderland the first voice that seeks to know what Morpheus had to say and the feet that shuffle right next to yours along the isle as you walk into the much loathed cacophonic routines of everyday I wanted to be the thoughts in your head as you ply your trade from dawn to dusk the inspiration that helps you crack every labyrinthine task, like a lonesome butterfly dancing in elation to relax your mind and mitigate any tension, to help you endure racaous that comes with responsibility and the arms that hold yours to congratulate you upon getting through every other day, I wanted to be the mouth that acknowledged your milestones or the palms on the wheel driving you home I wanted to be the shoulders you lean on plus the arms you laugh and grieve in, a place where your comfort does truly begin I wanted to be your companion on this life long journey many have deemed the rest of our lives your blessing, alas! Your for better for worse... I wanted to be your biggest fan as you concur the elements to share with you proceeds from my dream tenements... for thee so much I craved to be and tried to do more than just want but the more I embraced desire the bigger and more excruciating her flames burnt I said hello you said goodbye, making me think "You can be anything" was merely a big fat lie... Countless is the much I wanted to be, it's still haunting that ultimately the best I could do was "wanting"... Nothing more.

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

The Big Fat Lie

They said I could be anyone I wanted to but they were wrong I wanted to be like your favorite song to be a part of your magical fairytale, your heart's charm and your soul's breathtaking Dale I wanted to be a sunrise in your awakening the floret that greets your smile while you reconcile reality from the panoramic view of Wonderland the first voice that seeks to know what Morpheus had to say and the feet that shuffle right next to yours along the isle as you walk into the much loathed cacophonic routines of everyday I wanted to be the thoughts in your head as you ply your trade from dawn to dusk the inspiration that helps you crack every labyrinthine task, like a lonesome butterfly dancing in elation to relax your mind and mitigate any tension, to help you endure racaous that comes with responsibility and the arms that hold yours to congratulate you upon getting through every other day, I wanted to be the mouth that acknowledged your milestones or the palms on the wheel driving you home I wanted to be the shoulders you lean on plus the arms you laugh and grieve in, a place where your comfort does truly begin I wanted to be your companion on this life long journey many have deemed the rest of our lives your blessing, alas! Your for better for worse... I wanted to be your biggest fan as you concur the elements to share with you proceeds from my dream tenements... for thee so much I craved to be and tried to do more than just want but the more I embraced desire the bigger and more excruciating her flames burnt I said hello you said goodbye, making me think "You can be anything" was merely a big fat lie... Countless is the much I wanted to be, it's still haunting that ultimately the best I could do was "wanting"... Nothing more.

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I stopped painting flowers for you today. All the petals have fallen off. You’re no longer part of my thoughts. I’ve gotten you out of my head. I loved you at one point, But that time is over now. I stopped painting flowers for you today. Now there’s nothing left. - kmh

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Nov 13, 2016

Nov 13, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC

runawaypages

I Stopped Painting Flowers

I stopped painting flowers for you today. All the petals have fallen off. You’re no longer part of my thoughts. I’ve gotten you out of my head. I loved you at one point, But that time is over now. I stopped painting flowers for you today. Now there’s nothing left. - kmh

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Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. *1 All the announced amendments altered already and that sunny warm day,was when the rings were exchanged. My feet followed to a new home, found a new soul to share, and a new person to live with.! Tears filled eyes but a hope for a better life. It was another moment when my parents smiled though i had tears dropping down. Shining everyday in a new way, making every move a moment to memorize with love. We were singled out for laudation, as were pointed to be the best couple. I almost started to forget my home, my parents, my people, and my life, as the new life had not the better ones, but still could trivialize my past off my mind. And one day everything changed, began phonation, and further filled odiousness, words crumpled and feelings grumbled, all our love and hatred jumbled, loath among us silently aligned to outburst, and with a sudden pounce all the pandemonium proliferated and conflicts growled. "i never loved you actually, just was forced to" that words owned the same tears just as the ring did once. i know i couldn't reply, but i really wanted to. pulled a bag to the shoulders, and lugging it out, i thought of all the smiles, and all the highness, that kept me blind throughout our relation, just a dangerous drug had dragged me inn, chopped me up into little pearl pieces and quaffed me up. frustration frowned, pique at peeks, woes worsened, i couldn't resist and after great toil to control i throbbed my handbag against his head, running drops down my eyes still. He swept me off to the ground with a single slap, and recollected not to apologize but for another shot. clutched my chin and spoke, warned that he would wing me to hell. clenched my neck and spoke, notified that i could be dead soon, seized my legs and spoke, leave me or leave your breath, and banged me down. Even before i hit the floor i knew, i can never imagine a life without him, a life without breathing would be preferable. splash I was in my room, behind the metal bars, holding me from the rest of the prisoners. thinking of the day, i stabbed a knife against his heart, then i knew he would die, i felt the pain, my heart weighed high, but i also knew, that if i left him alive then at that moment, he would **** me, but i wanted to live, at least to let the world know that i can still stand, though i fell down, I've had enough zest to stand back. his blood ran through my hands, eyes widened and drowned for the last time, breathing deep and deeper, mouth opened wide and wider trying to catch a breath, forgot to fight back so i fastened to faint down. I did wake up at the hospital, with few police men around me guarding. They call me '308', I didn't knew back then, but what they meant was that I committed a ****** Recollection of memories started in my mind, yet i couldn't cry, as tear sacks emptied already, wasn't exactly fear but love, Yes, love that hated myself, love that wanted him, love that loved him, love that wanted me dead, love that boosted pain, love that murmured death wishes, love that broke, love that stroke a mother on seeing her baby for the first time, love that hit a father on his daughters marriage event, love that waved a brother at the end of the game, love that brought mid night ice creams to a sister, love that now kept me in crying, weeping actually. I screamed hard on the hospital bed, and was immediately tied to the metal bars attached to the bed, pain was all I could feel, love was still fading in from nowhere. I know I love him, I didn't have to prove it to the world, but I have to accept the bitter truth that I killed him with my ****** hands, and suddenly from the heavens, a wild laugh in the room broke my pain and silenced my tears, it took me long enough to realize, when the doctor said "Oneirophrenia", the laugh was mine, I was crying inside, but someone above me was laughing out to the world. I didn't know what was happening, I was weeping still, but physically it was called laughter. Couple fortnights passed, and the judgement " seize until treated mental illness, by the Indian penal code 308 considering mental depression of the convict ". Prison is nothing new, as my heart was seized long ago, when the knife pierced through his flesh, as well penetrated past my soul. Later few years, again a new brightness, a sunny day, a glittering sunlight filled my eyes, my parents took me home, and fed me all that I loved, they thought I've forgotten all my past, I'm a new man. But the truth there was no difference in me, I was weeping and still crying the same in me, but back then I was physically laughing and smiling as if everything were alright. Years later again, a young boy visited me at the charity, where I now stay, after loosing my parents, and asked me if he can have my story narrated to him. I warned him "its a sad one", he reassured that he can take it all, no matter how sad it goes by the end, and I began. Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. *2 --------------------------------------------------------- Known stranger❤ www.anoldstranger.wordpress.com

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Mar 19, 2016

Mar 19, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC

knownstranger

The Story of my marriage!.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. *1 All the announced amendments altered already and that sunny warm day,was when the rings were exchanged. My feet followed to a new home, found a new soul to share, and a new person to live with.! Tears filled eyes but a hope for a better life. It was another moment when my parents smiled though i had tears dropping down. Shining everyday in a new way, making every move a moment to memorize with love. We were singled out for laudation, as were pointed to be the best couple. I almost started to forget my home, my parents, my people, and my life, as the new life had not the better ones, but still could trivialize my past off my mind. And one day everything changed, began phonation, and further filled odiousness, words crumpled and feelings grumbled, all our love and hatred jumbled, loath among us silently aligned to outburst, and with a sudden pounce all the pandemonium proliferated and conflicts growled. "i never loved you actually, just was forced to" that words owned the same tears just as the ring did once. i know i couldn't reply, but i really wanted to. pulled a bag to the shoulders, and lugging it out, i thought of all the smiles, and all the highness, that kept me blind throughout our relation, just a dangerous drug had dragged me inn, chopped me up into little pearl pieces and quaffed me up. frustration frowned, pique at peeks, woes worsened, i couldn't resist and after great toil to control i throbbed my handbag against his head, running drops down my eyes still. He swept me off to the ground with a single slap, and recollected not to apologize but for another shot. clutched my chin and spoke, warned that he would wing me to hell. clenched my neck and spoke, notified that i could be dead soon, seized my legs and spoke, leave me or leave your breath, and banged me down. Even before i hit the floor i knew, i can never imagine a life without him, a life without breathing would be preferable. splash I was in my room, behind the metal bars, holding me from the rest of the prisoners. thinking of the day, i stabbed a knife against his heart, then i knew he would die, i felt the pain, my heart weighed high, but i also knew, that if i left him alive then at that moment, he would **** me, but i wanted to live, at least to let the world know that i can still stand, though i fell down, I've had enough zest to stand back. his blood ran through my hands, eyes widened and drowned for the last time, breathing deep and deeper, mouth opened wide and wider trying to catch a breath, forgot to fight back so i fastened to faint down. I did wake up at the hospital, with few police men around me guarding. They call me '308', I didn't knew back then, but what they meant was that I committed a ****** Recollection of memories started in my mind, yet i couldn't cry, as tear sacks emptied already, wasn't exactly fear but love, Yes, love that hated myself, love that wanted him, love that loved him, love that wanted me dead, love that boosted pain, love that murmured death wishes, love that broke, love that stroke a mother on seeing her baby for the first time, love that hit a father on his daughters marriage event, love that waved a brother at the end of the game, love that brought mid night ice creams to a sister, love that now kept me in crying, weeping actually. I screamed hard on the hospital bed, and was immediately tied to the metal bars attached to the bed, pain was all I could feel, love was still fading in from nowhere. I know I love him, I didn't have to prove it to the world, but I have to accept the bitter truth that I killed him with my ****** hands, and suddenly from the heavens, a wild laugh in the room broke my pain and silenced my tears, it took me long enough to realize, when the doctor said "Oneirophrenia", the laugh was mine, I was crying inside, but someone above me was laughing out to the world. I didn't know what was happening, I was weeping still, but physically it was called laughter. Couple fortnights passed, and the judgement " seize until treated mental illness, by the Indian penal code 308 considering mental depression of the convict ". Prison is nothing new, as my heart was seized long ago, when the knife pierced through his flesh, as well penetrated past my soul. Later few years, again a new brightness, a sunny day, a glittering sunlight filled my eyes, my parents took me home, and fed me all that I loved, they thought I've forgotten all my past, I'm a new man. But the truth there was no difference in me, I was weeping and still crying the same in me, but back then I was physically laughing and smiling as if everything were alright. Years later again, a young boy visited me at the charity, where I now stay, after loosing my parents, and asked me if he can have my story narrated to him. I warned him "its a sad one", he reassured that he can take it all, no matter how sad it goes by the end, and I began. Staring at the ceiling in the dark, with a hope to see a view filled of stars. I've dived into dreams and drowned too deep that now its difficult even to differentiate between day and dark. I begin the story again today, even as the winter winds have been warning me on not to bring new bugs into my brain. Years of care was cursed by a single ring and now left me to find my own cure. *2 --------------------------------------------------------- Known stranger❤ www.anoldstranger.wordpress.com

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and she talked and talked about him, with fascination, amusement, joy, pride and just a bit of longing, as if he used to hold her hand and now he doesn't, as if he left before anyone said goodbye and had the chance for one last kiss.

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Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC

starlightning

longing

and she talked and talked about him, with fascination, amusement, joy, pride and just a bit of longing, as if he used to hold her hand and now he doesn't, as if he left before anyone said goodbye and had the chance for one last kiss.

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