#ontopoftheworld - Hello Poetry

You can read them if you open them up. But if you dont take a look then youll never know.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC

stesekes

Thoughts are like books now.

You can read them if you open them up. But if you dont take a look then youll never know.

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I don't want, To fight my way to the top. To get pushed and shoved, Hoping I may stand at the top, For all the world to see. I don't want that moment of pride, For it is only a moment, Before you get pulled off By someone stronger. The cost of that pride and joy, Is to either fall to the bottom, And lie there, To battered and bruised to move, To climb back up, Or to fall to the bottom, And begin the climb again, And get the same result. I want to walk away from the struggle, And keep my peace of mind. I'll walk till I find, The tallest tree alive. I'll climb to the top, With the greatest of ease, No struggle you see? And as I sit on my perch, I'll look back where I left, See the struggle and mess, And laugh when I see, I sit above them all now, And as they bicker and fight, I am content, For now, I am on top of the world.

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC

nicole-dawn

On Top of the World

I don't want, To fight my way to the top. To get pushed and shoved, Hoping I may stand at the top, For all the world to see. I don't want that moment of pride, For it is only a moment, Before you get pulled off By someone stronger. The cost of that pride and joy, Is to either fall to the bottom, And lie there, To battered and bruised to move, To climb back up, Or to fall to the bottom, And begin the climb again, And get the same result. I want to walk away from the struggle, And keep my peace of mind. I'll walk till I find, The tallest tree alive. I'll climb to the top, With the greatest of ease, No struggle you see? And as I sit on my perch, I'll look back where I left, See the struggle and mess, And laugh when I see, I sit above them all now, And as they bicker and fight, I am content, For now, I am on top of the world.

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My skin is p a l e My body c o ld And in my chest lies a broken heart of fools gold My re alit y I on ce knew is ha z y a nd n on exist en t It's grown old And I'm becoming tired of being bold And being told right from wrong I'm sinking softly down when I don't know how to swim Every inch that I further lose from possibility to stay afloat is lessening my want or need for a life boat Every breath I attempt to take fills my lungs with ugly pseudonyms and sends me down deeper into my lonesome underpopulated town inhabited only by fragments of once strong relationships that i held so close to me that I c ould n't b reat h e, the relationships that kept my entire being from sinking in the first place. I'm drowning and I can't see what's even in front of me I'm a ship bound by anchor to the wrong bad habits of shedding my blood willingly to bloodthirsty ravenous sharks in the sea of my minds eye This was once a safe harbor for the ones I kept close The ones that knew what mattered to me and the ones I cherished most Now its a sea full of gh o sts Of the people I trusted them the most I trusted them to not turn on me or use me like a host And now I'm the one dro w ning I' m so sca re d Now when I share my harbor it feels so U n fa i r They don't understand what I risk give to let them be there It never harbors in their heart as deeply as it does mine The possibility of even defining how hard it is to let these ships safely pass through this harbor will now and forever never be able to escape my pale numbing lips Only silence Everything here is just riddled with murderous crashing waves Any relationship that enters I try so desperately to save And in that attempt The harbor starts to misbehave The waves destroy every boat or anything that floats Anything at all to help me cope with being so alone or the feeling of even remotely being at home. My fingertips are numb and cold and starting to fold and I can't feel those things I could before I just want all of this over N o m o re dro w n i n g All my life boats have sunk Now I'm just stuck All these hands and graves are grabbing at me and pulling me down ev ery whi ch wa y at the bott om of the oce an u nd er al l th e s e h e a v y waves.

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC

idontwannabefamous

Shipwreck

My skin is p a l e My body c o ld And in my chest lies a broken heart of fools gold My re alit y I on ce knew is ha z y a nd n on exist en t It's grown old And I'm becoming tired of being bold And being told right from wrong I'm sinking softly down when I don't know how to swim Every inch that I further lose from possibility to stay afloat is lessening my want or need for a life boat Every breath I attempt to take fills my lungs with ugly pseudonyms and sends me down deeper into my lonesome underpopulated town inhabited only by fragments of once strong relationships that i held so close to me that I c ould n't b reat h e, the relationships that kept my entire being from sinking in the first place. I'm drowning and I can't see what's even in front of me I'm a ship bound by anchor to the wrong bad habits of shedding my blood willingly to bloodthirsty ravenous sharks in the sea of my minds eye This was once a safe harbor for the ones I kept close The ones that knew what mattered to me and the ones I cherished most Now its a sea full of gh o sts Of the people I trusted them the most I trusted them to not turn on me or use me like a host And now I'm the one dro w ning I' m so sca re d Now when I share my harbor it feels so U n fa i r They don't understand what I risk give to let them be there It never harbors in their heart as deeply as it does mine The possibility of even defining how hard it is to let these ships safely pass through this harbor will now and forever never be able to escape my pale numbing lips Only silence Everything here is just riddled with murderous crashing waves Any relationship that enters I try so desperately to save And in that attempt The harbor starts to misbehave The waves destroy every boat or anything that floats Anything at all to help me cope with being so alone or the feeling of even remotely being at home. My fingertips are numb and cold and starting to fold and I can't feel those things I could before I just want all of this over N o m o re dro w n i n g All my life boats have sunk Now I'm just stuck All these hands and graves are grabbing at me and pulling me down ev ery whi ch wa y at the bott om of the oce an u nd er al l th e s e h e a v y waves.

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