#infliction - Hello Poetry

Hello ghosts of my old conversations, I hope you’re doing well, I hope you’re doing swell. I’ve held off analyzing and questionable relations, I know it’s hard to tell, I let it drop after it fell. So pardon me for the pity party, but life’s put me in my place, it provided me with it’s greatest gift and saw me put it all to waste. While I’ve been battling consciousness, you can only see a glow in the darkest nights. So I walk along to escape what I wish to repress, and continue on with a saga of streetlights. Hello hauntings of my old meaningless mistakes, I see you’re standing tall, I see you’ve found your call. I’m lacking heart and still it yearns and breaks, I should no longer stall, I’ll think I’ll construct a wall. And oh how those ellipses, how they cut when they clip me, I’m feeling blue, falling into you and play it off like I’m tripping. While I’m picking prisons instead of flowers, I close my eyes cause I could never set my sights. I waste the minutes but it feels like hours, and I’ll continue on with a saga of streetlights. Life is like an empty box, no, not a box of chocolates. Lately I’ve been creating static with my socks, and sticking silverware into the sockets. And I went to lock the door but I couldn’t turn the **** just right, I froze up just like before and I clenched my fists too tight. So while I’m battling different versions of me, I won’t hope to win, I’m too experienced with fights. With a broken leg and a notoriously bad knee, I’ll continue on with this saga of streetlights.

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC

emmackenzie

A Saga of Streetlights

Hello ghosts of my old conversations, I hope you’re doing well, I hope you’re doing swell. I’ve held off analyzing and questionable relations, I know it’s hard to tell, I let it drop after it fell. So pardon me for the pity party, but life’s put me in my place, it provided me with it’s greatest gift and saw me put it all to waste. While I’ve been battling consciousness, you can only see a glow in the darkest nights. So I walk along to escape what I wish to repress, and continue on with a saga of streetlights. Hello hauntings of my old meaningless mistakes, I see you’re standing tall, I see you’ve found your call. I’m lacking heart and still it yearns and breaks, I should no longer stall, I’ll think I’ll construct a wall. And oh how those ellipses, how they cut when they clip me, I’m feeling blue, falling into you and play it off like I’m tripping. While I’m picking prisons instead of flowers, I close my eyes cause I could never set my sights. I waste the minutes but it feels like hours, and I’ll continue on with a saga of streetlights. Life is like an empty box, no, not a box of chocolates. Lately I’ve been creating static with my socks, and sticking silverware into the sockets. And I went to lock the door but I couldn’t turn the **** just right, I froze up just like before and I clenched my fists too tight. So while I’m battling different versions of me, I won’t hope to win, I’m too experienced with fights. With a broken leg and a notoriously bad knee, I’ll continue on with this saga of streetlights.

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Loved you when you were broke Eased you when you were sore. Existed through all the infliction To make you an addiction. Too solicitous to behold you Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through. Endured enough with utmost tolerance That I Can ever take your absence.

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC

Sampreeta

Loved you when you were broke.

Loved you when you were broke Eased you when you were sore. Existed through all the infliction To make you an addiction. Too solicitous to behold you Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through. Endured enough with utmost tolerance That I Can ever take your absence.

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There's something awfully delightful about the burn as it mutilates perfectly clear skin. There's something mysteriously incomprehensive about the power this pain has. It can control ones life, it can ruin another's. How unfathomable.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC

lilli-carina

Depression

There's something awfully delightful about the burn as it mutilates perfectly clear skin. There's something mysteriously incomprehensive about the power this pain has. It can control ones life, it can ruin another's. How unfathomable.

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There is an ecosystem of conflict thriving in my brain. A world with questions for residents and doubts for landscapes. I’m not sure if I’m actually reaching for answers right now, although something in my soul aches. Those landscapes are parched and turning to deserts under the sun the residents have named: Uncertainty.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC

lastuxedo

Infl!ct!on

There is an ecosystem of conflict thriving in my brain. A world with questions for residents and doubts for landscapes. I’m not sure if I’m actually reaching for answers right now, although something in my soul aches. Those landscapes are parched and turning to deserts under the sun the residents have named: Uncertainty.

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Stop inflicting your pains on me, I didn't ask you to reside in my body you did it yourself so now just get lost or do whatever you want, stop complaining that I don't pay heed to your worries; I do because, I'm utterly sensitive. You've induced me to throw away my stuff toys as u wanted me to grow up, I fed your cravings all the time, but you provoked me more to **** the child out of me and I did so, now please, let me live. I want to live just one more time.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC

fizza-abbas

Infliction

Stop inflicting your pains on me, I didn't ask you to reside in my body you did it yourself so now just get lost or do whatever you want, stop complaining that I don't pay heed to your worries; I do because, I'm utterly sensitive. You've induced me to throw away my stuff toys as u wanted me to grow up, I fed your cravings all the time, but you provoked me more to **** the child out of me and I did so, now please, let me live. I want to live just one more time.

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My dear I fell in love with you blindly You always treated me oh so kindly I would lay my hand gently on your chest Burry my head in your shoulder to rest Cup your cheeks and kiss your face You always had such everlasting grace But since those days the times have changed And for drugs my love had been exchanged You started to chase the ultimate high I was left alone in the blink of an eye You began to lose everything you had You were an addict, I went absolutely mad Nothing more important than your dope But all of this time I held on with hope That you could some day stop the addiction You were nothing more to me than an infliction Of pain, I was broken it was me you destroyed All you were was a crazy drug addict unemployed But I didn’t mind I was blindly in love I’ll admit it’s something I’m not quite proud of.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

victoriaruth

Blindly in Love

My dear I fell in love with you blindly You always treated me oh so kindly I would lay my hand gently on your chest Burry my head in your shoulder to rest Cup your cheeks and kiss your face You always had such everlasting grace But since those days the times have changed And for drugs my love had been exchanged You started to chase the ultimate high I was left alone in the blink of an eye You began to lose everything you had You were an addict, I went absolutely mad Nothing more important than your dope But all of this time I held on with hope That you could some day stop the addiction You were nothing more to me than an infliction Of pain, I was broken it was me you destroyed All you were was a crazy drug addict unemployed But I didn’t mind I was blindly in love I’ll admit it’s something I’m not quite proud of.

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