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#incapable
do you ever feel like your incapable of loving, because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another? like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass, like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:03 AM UTC
Fear of Loving
Pay attention to what lengths one will go to And still find themselves incapable of making it through No push or pull through, both options taken off the table on a path of glue Acknowledge the mental blocks that are constantly fought 1v2 Never told, so never knew Sold a bad bag of repackaged goods labeled NEW But these missing brighter days have an expiration on the carton too As well as an enforcement of a curfew That's never been required to pursue, Yet they still do While most never notice the touch of darkness lurking in their happy places too ©2024
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May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Touch of Darkness ~•§•~
Just because you dont see any effort, Doesnt mean its not there.
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
Invisible Effort
We should be afraid of those incapable ones because they are capable of eveything
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
Incapable ones
how can you love someone and trust in them, when you only carry love for anyone but for yourself, because you don't trust in you, and you can't love you.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
hurt
The gears in my mind that used to wind and turn so fast, are slowing. The ideas that never become words, die off. The tick-tick-ticking of pestering thoughts give up. And urge me to give up as well. Why can't I process this train of endless emotions that long to become stories? There once was a place in my mind that filled and toppled over with wonderful ideas. But that place is now empty, full of cobwebs and dust. Lost, buried deep inside me. How can I find it again? That place I'd go when the world shut me out and I just needed to express how I felt. I miss the days I'd feel lonely, and escape to the world of wonder I'd get lost in. The words, the powerful language... And I'd create something spectacular. But that gift was taken from me, ripped from my heart leaving an empty feeling in my chest. My power of writing unique ideas is gone. How do I get it back? Can I? I'm too weak. I can't search for those ideas. I'll never find them again. I let those brilliant thoughts slip from my grasp. They drifted away, soon to wither to dust. I am incapable of writing. Incapable of thinking. Incapable of loving what I write. So I may be unable to find those old words, but I can create new ones. It'll take effort, it'll take time. It'll take practice. But I am willing, to get my thoughts whirling again. To take an emotion, put it into words, and form those words into something beautiful. I'll sort my language for only the best, the most poetic. My feelings in the writing will swirl up from the pages and enter your mind and make you think, Wow... Who wrote this? But I am incapable of such a gift... I always have been. So I'll drown in the dread I've made for myself. I'll swallow the water of hopelessness as I sink deeper and deeper and deeper... I'm incapable. But at least I could make a poem out of it.
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Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
Incapable
The gears in my mind that used to wind and turn so fast, are slowing. The ideas that never become words, die off. The tick-tick-ticking of pestering thoughts give up. And urge me to give up as well. Why can't I process this train of endless emotions that long to become stories? There once was a place in my mind that filled and toppled over with wonderful ideas. But that place is now empty, full of cobwebs and dust. Lost, buried deep inside me. How can I find it again? That place I'd go when the world shut me out and I just needed to express how I felt. I miss the days I'd feel lonely, and escape to the world of wonder I'd get lost in. The words, the powerful language... And I'd create something spectacular. But that gift was taken from me, ripped from my heart leaving an empty feeling in my chest. My power of writing unique ideas is gone. How do I get it back? Can I? I'm too weak. I can't search for those ideas. I'll never find them again. I let those brilliant thoughts slip from my grasp. They drifted away, soon to wither to dust. I am incapable of writing. Incapable of thinking. Incapable of loving what I write. So I may be unable to find those old words, but I can create new ones. It'll take effort, it'll take time. It'll take practice. But I am willing, to get my thoughts whirling again. To take an emotion, put it into words, and form those words into something beautiful. I'll sort my language for only the best, the most poetic. My feelings in the writing will swirl up from the pages and enter your mind and make you think, Wow... Who wrote this? But I am incapable of such a gift... I always have been. So I'll drown in the dread I've made for myself. I'll swallow the water of hopelessness as I sink deeper and deeper and deeper... I'm incapable. But at least I could make a poem out of it.
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Incapable d'agir. De quoi parlent-ils tous? Est-ce encore un livre, la perte de ses pages? Où que l'on creuse, là n'est pas la source; Déduira-t-on ainsi qu'elle est introuvable? Écoutant les murmures au travers du ciment Encore qui mugissent des propos absurdes; Puis d'une jointure, l’on cognera dedans: « Encore et toujours vide, l'écho ridicule. » Criant au secours, qu'on leur vienne en aide; Celui de tout perdre, connait-on le sacrifice? C'est donnant ainsi tout qu'enfin l'on nous cède Le vrai pour et contre l'artifice. Incapable d'agir. Que racontent-ils donc? Lorsqu'ouvrir la bouche est un pas de trop, À la course ils se ruent vers les fronts: « Cette inertie qui maintient en sursaut. » En ouverture vers le vide, voici le message Des parois décousues d'un fort abyssal: « Écouter le silence, le silence qui n'entend rien. »
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
Murmures (2016) [FR]
Incapable of love Is what It feels Not incapable to be loved Or to love But to let love live. For love is just not the wish to keep Love is in the effort to not let it leave. Not just in dreams should love hold Love tight Love is in not holding back love In the fear of time when Love is not in life. Love is in showing love right now before time strikes. Love is beyond making love naked every night Love is in walking out of the dungeon in broad daylight, And breaking in front of his eyes Without the fear of getting broken in time. Incapable of love Is what It feels Even though It is loved And It loves every being. Yet never can love heal It. For Love cannot be let in Love cannot be let live. Incapable of love Are most lovely things.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Yet it is lovely
Trying to process how you don’t need me like I need you
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
broken love
My eyes can only scream what my voice could not. And my soul would only break when my bones wouldn’t.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
Incapacitated
i found that i am not entitled to those who care for me most. mainly because my heart is incapable of returning the favor.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
bending over backwards
A brush of gentle lips, A small innocent caress. That gave her butterflies, And heart beat shore with affection. Eyes connect, caught like deer's in headlights. A brush of torn lips, A small innocent caress. That gave me a stomach ache, And heart beat dropped with dread. Eyes fluttered closed, belief in it being a dream. Entranced in a dance, She is swept off her feet. Time seeming to stop, Mind made up that she is madly in love. Hands creeping subconsciously to wrap around. Enchanted in a pull of a dance, Feet are heavy like there chained. Time seeming to stop, Mind finally catching up with the facts. Tangled into the game of bittersweet love. She has so much love, She wishes to give it all to you. Her eyes gleam with pure bliss, Deeply drowned in maddened love. That sadly has only one person wanting to play. I am incapable to love, I wished to return but I had none to give her. My eyes gleam with glaze, Deeply drowned in sorrow and regret.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Incapable
How can one bring heat and love to another body, when they are incapable of sensations and can't feel at all... How can one be expected to feel, when numbness fills their soul... How does one hold another, when they can barely keep themselves together...
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Is a lover capable when they are numb?
"Hello!" "Goodbye!" "Oh, what a fine day!" Shaking hands, hugging wounds, soothing fears. "My ears? Yes, you may take them." "My time? Take that too." "Use my words, put me to work — I promise, I won't shirk." But my heart you cannot take. It won't help you heal. You see, I left it somewhere That's far from here. So now pain is all I feel. If you get too close, you'll see. So please, just accept my other gifts And stay far from me.
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
PAINting Face
I fear the day I cease to breathe The retraction of the unholy In its nauseating trance That I am entangled in its captivation The serenity of the raindrops clouding As they flounder amongst the field Protruding the fellow's dance The day my essence vanishes Dissipates to naught when I am caught By the claws of angels that soar the sky The dazzle of their improbable happiness Incapable of genuine light Beyond the velvet marshmallow sky They reflect a fabricated smile For suffering merely is lifting its skirt
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Masking absurdity
A fake lover, She was not. A fake girl, She is not. She is just incapable of mature love.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
She Was Not Fake
I know that There is always an end to road but that leads to another road Red line that ceases sun shine but that declares yet another scene: night Spring that declares an end of two seasons but that acts as a warning of yet another harsh season I know there is always an end but that is in fact another beginning I am aware of all world of wisdom & facts I am pretty much logical and calculative person But with you every logic fades every calculation is wrong I know you're long gone and may be I am going through 5 stages of grieve But I am incapable of forgetting incapable of leaving even an ounce of feelings incapable of forgetting every word you ever uttered incapable of unloving you incapable of not missing you incapable of letting you go even though I have never intended to hold on incapable of figuring out that how can you be no one to someone like that Why is it so unfairly painful to bear!!
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Incapable
*blinded by the binds in the blinds complicating everything between the lines it won't hit you till you see the signs that's why I run with covered eyes that's why I see no sunny skies that's why I feed the dark inside eyes set to aim controller hooked to game no virtual reality real pain has no name soon to be collided riding in two different lanes if only I could free myself I'd never be the same*
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Bird In A Cage
Write a poem, you say, And give me a subject About that which you think I should write, But it don’t work that way, I’m afraid I must reject The challenge you set me tonight For a poem, you see, Simply cannot be forced, I can't pluck one out of thin air! It needs to just be, And run its due course, And the writer, of course, needs to care It’s not that I can’t write, It’s not that I won’t, It’s just that these things simply are, And it seems that tonight The mood simply don’t Inspire to take me that far I can't just decide When the moment will take me, And jot down a stanza or two. I’m not trying to hide, But you can’t simply make me Write poems to benefit you. So that’s why this piece May not quite be art, And won’t be remembered in books. I can’t choose to please (Wouldn’t know where to start) You with how my poetry looks.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Forced Poetry
Incapable. I'm unable, to function, amongst them. I cannot be saved.. Living within this world caught up in technologys embrace. I exist, contributing nothing to society, Like a dead battery. Incapable. Useless. I cannot be saved!
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Incapable.
*Today, right now I am wondering do I have What it takes to survive When I feel so utterly* ***Incapable Unable Afraid*** I wrestle and cry!
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Crushing Times
You don't know how lucky you are You're innocent from the terrible things I've been through You're the ******* cheerleader And I'm the ******* freak You fell in love with a creature incapable of loving back fully And I fell in love with a fragile fairy so trusting Here we go again Into a story told a thousand times Into a poem told with a thousand rhymes Here I go again breaking another heart Here I go again tearing my soul apart For something I think I deserve I make myself incapable of loving myself or another
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
A story told