#mysoul - Hello Poetry

Graphite looks nice in the light, Like stars in a pitch black night, Words popping like popcorn... I’m torn; Why do the girls over there laugh at me? Am I like some comedy act—but free? Perhaps it’s my face Or the way I like to trace These words on this table, These little meaningless fables Flowing straight from my mind, Only to be left behind On this starry night sky, Installed by some guy That nobody knows Or remembers when he goes...

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Nov 30, 2018

Nov 30, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC

matterhorn

Anatomy lab table

Graphite looks nice in the light, Like stars in a pitch black night, Words popping like popcorn... I’m torn; Why do the girls over there laugh at me? Am I like some comedy act—but free? Perhaps it’s my face Or the way I like to trace These words on this table, These little meaningless fables Flowing straight from my mind, Only to be left behind On this starry night sky, Installed by some guy That nobody knows Or remembers when he goes...

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Broken hands Broken hearts Oh, how I come apart Your presence so sweet I ache for you I cry out Your name "Why is it so hard?" Among all the clanging I hear your call even in the chaos of space I hear your call through different voices I hear you calling me back "I will provide" Come back home my sweet daughter Let me love you put your faith in me lean on me You are known and You are heard

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC

Rose-Who-Knows

Provision

Broken hands Broken hearts Oh, how I come apart Your presence so sweet I ache for you I cry out Your name "Why is it so hard?" Among all the clanging I hear your call even in the chaos of space I hear your call through different voices I hear you calling me back "I will provide" Come back home my sweet daughter Let me love you put your faith in me lean on me You are known and You are heard

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I pour it into the cup And take a long sip the mix of regret and hope fill into my stomach as I drink the last bit down to the bottom, I eagerly shake the cup and act like if I shake it any longer and harder, it will shake the feeling of my love back into nothing. Nothing is what I wish I would feel when I hold the cup with every inch of my soul and the strength of my tiny weak hand, I cannot stand why you left me with the inches of fear getting to me, I walk down the path of regret and I drink from the fountain of shame as I stand before the thing I’ve always hated the most about you, your love. It was the same love that made me believe that nothing turned into something so beautiful, even the heavens are jealous of how much it shines, the thing is our love for each other shines brighter than any hope in the sky. After awhile the hope left and so did you and I’m not surprised if you don’t show up ever again, You see I’m still trying to shake the thought of you coming back like I’m shaking the cup, Harder and harder I shake and shake and cry until I cannot feel anything anymore, I grab the bottle of memories but accidentally spill the regret, the same regret I wear on my sleeve whenever your around. It’s not like this is the first time though, drinking the remembrance of our love until I throw up, no sweetheart, it’s only the beginning.

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

jenniengs

This isn't what I wanted

I pour it into the cup And take a long sip the mix of regret and hope fill into my stomach as I drink the last bit down to the bottom, I eagerly shake the cup and act like if I shake it any longer and harder, it will shake the feeling of my love back into nothing. Nothing is what I wish I would feel when I hold the cup with every inch of my soul and the strength of my tiny weak hand, I cannot stand why you left me with the inches of fear getting to me, I walk down the path of regret and I drink from the fountain of shame as I stand before the thing I’ve always hated the most about you, your love. It was the same love that made me believe that nothing turned into something so beautiful, even the heavens are jealous of how much it shines, the thing is our love for each other shines brighter than any hope in the sky. After awhile the hope left and so did you and I’m not surprised if you don’t show up ever again, You see I’m still trying to shake the thought of you coming back like I’m shaking the cup, Harder and harder I shake and shake and cry until I cannot feel anything anymore, I grab the bottle of memories but accidentally spill the regret, the same regret I wear on my sleeve whenever your around. It’s not like this is the first time though, drinking the remembrance of our love until I throw up, no sweetheart, it’s only the beginning.

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I've felt anger for too long So I called cousel with the Ancients Asked them for some help They taught me the art of patience Mixed with gravity Rooted in reality Changed my mentality So I won't become another causality So hear me now Learn to love each soul so bold Fill you with the fire Keep away the inner cold Threatens to steal your life Admist all the strife Please head this warning Hope to see you in the morning.

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC

afrosamurai

Thoughts

I've felt anger for too long So I called cousel with the Ancients Asked them for some help They taught me the art of patience Mixed with gravity Rooted in reality Changed my mentality So I won't become another causality So hear me now Learn to love each soul so bold Fill you with the fire Keep away the inner cold Threatens to steal your life Admist all the strife Please head this warning Hope to see you in the morning.

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I just want him to reach within my soul and try to grasp all the pieces that make me whole.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC

JustMelz

Mi Alma

I just want him to reach within my soul and try to grasp all the pieces that make me whole.

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I love to share my soul with someone nice I love to said the poems under my soul I love to say to the grey sky I love to see the grey clouds alone I love to hear sounds of souls I love to remember everything around me I love to write poems to you I love the sound of quietness I love the memories in the mist place I love the darkness in the ocean blue I love to open eyes under the black sea I love to close my eyes when I hear your soul. My poems is slow dance with your words; My words is dancing in the blue moon under my soul.

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC

memories-soul

Soul

I love to share my soul with someone nice I love to said the poems under my soul I love to say to the grey sky I love to see the grey clouds alone I love to hear sounds of souls I love to remember everything around me I love to write poems to you I love the sound of quietness I love the memories in the mist place I love the darkness in the ocean blue I love to open eyes under the black sea I love to close my eyes when I hear your soul. My poems is slow dance with your words; My words is dancing in the blue moon under my soul.

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I pass right by u and catch ur sent. That sweet aroma that make me forget. Dont know what it is,but is just so pleasent. For that brief second made my day. Back to the real wrold,where all my strugles Arise. But cant wait for the day again where u pass by, Once again I catch ur sent and it takes me Away.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC

jose-valdovinos

ur sent

I pass right by u and catch ur sent. That sweet aroma that make me forget. Dont know what it is,but is just so pleasent. For that brief second made my day. Back to the real wrold,where all my strugles Arise. But cant wait for the day again where u pass by, Once again I catch ur sent and it takes me Away.

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Today I will find my heart where you left it Today I will rinse it clean and sew it back into my chest Today I will buff the scars and watch as it inhales red Today I will be fully alive but Tonight I will detach it from my veins and lay with you again

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC

dejaland

seamstress

Today I will find my heart where you left it Today I will rinse it clean and sew it back into my chest Today I will buff the scars and watch as it inhales red Today I will be fully alive but Tonight I will detach it from my veins and lay with you again

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We search for love, and any time we encounter love we introduce ourselves to such power. Cause at the end of the day its power. Makes you feel some type of way type of power. We either **** for it or strive for it. Encountering love is seen as deadly, your emotions are roller coasting through the maybes, the what ifs, the why not, oh and the who cares. Well you care, if you didn’t care you wouldn’t think about it so analytical. You wouldn’t question every aspect of f love. It should be simple, many of us tend to fear this word yet progress conflicting its beautiful emotion with chaos. It shouldn’t be chaos, it should be passion, it should be pure, it should start slow, or it should become true. However it happens we search for love. Women have idealized this theory of men treating women well. But it makes you reflect on, do women treat men well. In this society, that has ruined our hearts and took over our souls. We have idealized the meaning of a relationship, the meaning of two people intrigued by one another’s mind, the meaning of a happiness that occurs in silence. The energy of love being touched by one soul to another by only a curve of a smile, the beauty of a smile. Smiles change someone’s image, I, being the observant feign, have realized that you can tell when people are faking the smile cause it leads to the vibe. Energy’s feed off each other, the type of energy you give, will eventually become the same you tend to receive. Becoming off topic is sort of my style, started it out with love thought about smiles. Cause love evaporates a smile, it flirts with your desire, it conflicts with your honor, but it can feed you everything you want to learn about its power. Love is power, we are all humans, searching for another soul that can touch our hearts and warm up our bones. Someone that can make you feel alive when you’re stuck in that hole. Someone you share your flaws with and still be content that those flaws that excite your beauty, and if you’re imperfections weren’t pure you wouldn’t be worth it. I can be that person, the only problem is, where is my person? where is that one person that makes me cling to my seat with those sweet kisses being spread across my cheek.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC

Teemers

love

We search for love, and any time we encounter love we introduce ourselves to such power. Cause at the end of the day its power. Makes you feel some type of way type of power. We either **** for it or strive for it. Encountering love is seen as deadly, your emotions are roller coasting through the maybes, the what ifs, the why not, oh and the who cares. Well you care, if you didn’t care you wouldn’t think about it so analytical. You wouldn’t question every aspect of f love. It should be simple, many of us tend to fear this word yet progress conflicting its beautiful emotion with chaos. It shouldn’t be chaos, it should be passion, it should be pure, it should start slow, or it should become true. However it happens we search for love. Women have idealized this theory of men treating women well. But it makes you reflect on, do women treat men well. In this society, that has ruined our hearts and took over our souls. We have idealized the meaning of a relationship, the meaning of two people intrigued by one another’s mind, the meaning of a happiness that occurs in silence. The energy of love being touched by one soul to another by only a curve of a smile, the beauty of a smile. Smiles change someone’s image, I, being the observant feign, have realized that you can tell when people are faking the smile cause it leads to the vibe. Energy’s feed off each other, the type of energy you give, will eventually become the same you tend to receive. Becoming off topic is sort of my style, started it out with love thought about smiles. Cause love evaporates a smile, it flirts with your desire, it conflicts with your honor, but it can feed you everything you want to learn about its power. Love is power, we are all humans, searching for another soul that can touch our hearts and warm up our bones. Someone that can make you feel alive when you’re stuck in that hole. Someone you share your flaws with and still be content that those flaws that excite your beauty, and if you’re imperfections weren’t pure you wouldn’t be worth it. I can be that person, the only problem is, where is my person? where is that one person that makes me cling to my seat with those sweet kisses being spread across my cheek.

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