#oldwriting - Hello Poetry

i am not enough and that is a fact wiping the tears from my eyes has caused my fingers to prune everything they want me to have is what i lack all that is evil all that is dark that is all true to me hope can be somewhat of a noose choking and inviting and releasing to us who seek but it can't release you it's nothing but a ruse tell the world to come kiss my cheek it won't miss me and the feeling will be mutual they told me it'd get better as if they were so sure as if they knew anything as if getting better was real

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Aug 11, 2019

Aug 11, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC

santino

what is "better" to you?

i am not enough and that is a fact wiping the tears from my eyes has caused my fingers to prune everything they want me to have is what i lack all that is evil all that is dark that is all true to me hope can be somewhat of a noose choking and inviting and releasing to us who seek but it can't release you it's nothing but a ruse tell the world to come kiss my cheek it won't miss me and the feeling will be mutual they told me it'd get better as if they were so sure as if they knew anything as if getting better was real

13

Like the chemicals that pollute the air we breath, love the way you gracefully sway your hips pollutes my mind.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

Untamedsoul

Toxins

Like the chemicals that pollute the air we breath, love the way you gracefully sway your hips pollutes my mind.

5

Out of boredom, I open up an old novel I was writing at the age of 13. I remember thinking I was a brilliant writer, This book is publishing material. I read it today and Cringe At Every Word. Filled with teenage angst, raging hormones and everything in between. Why did I think this passed, For writing?! Well at least I improved. But I don't like the fact that, In few years, I will cringe at writing I did today. Hell, I was reading a poem I wrote last year, It became trending, And I think "how?" Is this even worthy for a like? Well, I can say I grew.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

shyana-sri

Cringe

Out of boredom, I open up an old novel I was writing at the age of 13. I remember thinking I was a brilliant writer, This book is publishing material. I read it today and Cringe At Every Word. Filled with teenage angst, raging hormones and everything in between. Why did I think this passed, For writing?! Well at least I improved. But I don't like the fact that, In few years, I will cringe at writing I did today. Hell, I was reading a poem I wrote last year, It became trending, And I think "how?" Is this even worthy for a like? Well, I can say I grew.

22

I don't know what's wrong. I can't eat. Sleep doesn't come easy either. Maybe I miss you, and maybe I regret you. I don't know if I'll ever know which. Everyone tells me to hold on Surely the storm won't last forever. I feel hungover My thoughts are blurred. Bored. But one thing rings clear. I don't want to be here. I don't want to do this. I'm back into my old ways of thinking. I want it all to end. Not for lack of life, but lack of enjoyment. I don't pray for the end But if it came, I might greet it with a smile.

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

tabs2020

what's missing now?

I don't know what's wrong. I can't eat. Sleep doesn't come easy either. Maybe I miss you, and maybe I regret you. I don't know if I'll ever know which. Everyone tells me to hold on Surely the storm won't last forever. I feel hungover My thoughts are blurred. Bored. But one thing rings clear. I don't want to be here. I don't want to do this. I'm back into my old ways of thinking. I want it all to end. Not for lack of life, but lack of enjoyment. I don't pray for the end But if it came, I might greet it with a smile.

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