#probablynot - Hello Poetry

the piercing screams of insults ones that became engraved in your subconscious just to be written in the back of your heart with a knife another scar to add to your extensive list run like a plane crashing to the floor, millions of pieces breaking off in the air similarly to how she always manages to fall apart in the most volatile way each level of insanity leading to another part of my body becoming a target she always manages to find another target run the wrath consuming me years of pent up frustration, i eventually become my own worst enemy all because of what? someone else's words? some insane person's actions? but i can't control it, i can't help it, i can't do anything but think of the worst run in my fantasy, i'm soaring through the night sky while a multitude of lights are shining beneath me knowing my end, knowing my impending doom but in that moment, i know she can't hurt me anymore - so i win you can't run anymore. the run is over.

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Jan 26, 2022

Jan 26, 2022 at 10:34 PM UTC

riri12

run

the piercing screams of insults ones that became engraved in your subconscious just to be written in the back of your heart with a knife another scar to add to your extensive list run like a plane crashing to the floor, millions of pieces breaking off in the air similarly to how she always manages to fall apart in the most volatile way each level of insanity leading to another part of my body becoming a target she always manages to find another target run the wrath consuming me years of pent up frustration, i eventually become my own worst enemy all because of what? someone else's words? some insane person's actions? but i can't control it, i can't help it, i can't do anything but think of the worst run in my fantasy, i'm soaring through the night sky while a multitude of lights are shining beneath me knowing my end, knowing my impending doom but in that moment, i know she can't hurt me anymore - so i win you can't run anymore. the run is over.

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12 drafts later And this poem is still ******* garbage I tried to say something profound But I had to start by Googling the definition Plan B Say something honest So I wrote a verse about young love But I have the soul of an old man And I’ve never had a girlfriend Dead ends I want to write I really do But I’m lost for words And the more I try to write about myself About who I am About what I’ve felt About what I feel Socrates The only thing that I know for sure Is that I know nothing at all I heard someone say that once Not sure what it meant But surely it must fall under “Having intellectual depth or insight” Profound [Def. 1]. (n.d.). Merriam-Webster Dictionary **** it I’m not a poet.

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC

ryan-james

I'm Not a Poet

12 drafts later And this poem is still ******* garbage I tried to say something profound But I had to start by Googling the definition Plan B Say something honest So I wrote a verse about young love But I have the soul of an old man And I’ve never had a girlfriend Dead ends I want to write I really do But I’m lost for words And the more I try to write about myself About who I am About what I’ve felt About what I feel Socrates The only thing that I know for sure Is that I know nothing at all I heard someone say that once Not sure what it meant But surely it must fall under “Having intellectual depth or insight” Profound [Def. 1]. (n.d.). Merriam-Webster Dictionary **** it I’m not a poet.

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Tonight I'm... Wearing my mom's red lipstick, Getting all tangled up in cords Thinking about how... Your lover can turn you into magic While I can only turn you into words Thought together we... Could be more than just electric. But did you know when we met, the angels all sang in accord?

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC

ang_lakambini

Probabilityᅳ n; a word not to take too lightly

Tonight I'm... Wearing my mom's red lipstick, Getting all tangled up in cords Thinking about how... Your lover can turn you into magic While I can only turn you into words Thought together we... Could be more than just electric. But did you know when we met, the angels all sang in accord?

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