#promising - Hello Poetry

I was a promising child home as a war zone I reconciled grown men around unknown or known I remained as their playground my soul begrimed one stroke at a time.

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May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC

INFP-T

A quiet child

I was a promising child home as a war zone I reconciled grown men around unknown or known I remained as their playground my soul begrimed one stroke at a time.

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I think this is the hardest part For a mind wired for hardship, Waiting, loneliness And pain made much more sense For a soul structured for survival Those came more easily to me than this Than bliss They say if you can't live without them you know they're the one How can that ever be the case? When the God of the universe has so much grace Promising to be enough in the face of any heartbreak No matter how great There's no one I need but Him And that's what makes sense to me

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Jan 6, 2020

Jan 6, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC

colettealexia

Bliss

I think this is the hardest part For a mind wired for hardship, Waiting, loneliness And pain made much more sense For a soul structured for survival Those came more easily to me than this Than bliss They say if you can't live without them you know they're the one How can that ever be the case? When the God of the universe has so much grace Promising to be enough in the face of any heartbreak No matter how great There's no one I need but Him And that's what makes sense to me

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You lied about that el dorado They got me for the grand theft auto They took my prints They took my phone I shouldn't love you but I still feel alone I shouldn't love you but I still feel it all

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC

dylan-jones

El Dorado

You lied about that el dorado They got me for the grand theft auto They took my prints They took my phone I shouldn't love you but I still feel alone I shouldn't love you but I still feel it all

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Can I come a little bit closer? Like this? That's okay? I know I'm such a poser. Feeling more like a loser. Is it alright if I say this? Too much? Too soon? Can't believe I already miss your company when I'm supposed to be in his Arms, strong enough to hold me but what if I need softness to be the strength I'm holding on to; she gives me something more to see in darkened eyes great honesty I'll keep your words with great pride Show yourself to me, don't hide Let me stay a bit longer by your side.

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

Blade-Maiden

Darkened Eyes

Can I come a little bit closer? Like this? That's okay? I know I'm such a poser. Feeling more like a loser. Is it alright if I say this? Too much? Too soon? Can't believe I already miss your company when I'm supposed to be in his Arms, strong enough to hold me but what if I need softness to be the strength I'm holding on to; she gives me something more to see in darkened eyes great honesty I'll keep your words with great pride Show yourself to me, don't hide Let me stay a bit longer by your side.

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I am caught By a net of promising words Lured in by your luminous character Convinced by your hollow smile Your affection like venom Numbing my senses of right and wrong Unexpected actions Turned my world upside down You've done well... I've been infected... Now let me cure these feelings

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC

flowz

Caught

I am caught By a net of promising words Lured in by your luminous character Convinced by your hollow smile Your affection like venom Numbing my senses of right and wrong Unexpected actions Turned my world upside down You've done well... I've been infected... Now let me cure these feelings

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Every end makes a way to start with something new Every new start promises something different, something new, yet something very much interesting raising the level of expectations with regards to what was set as prior. Also otherwise expectations have always remained a part of life that has always got good, if not great results, despite the different inputs and many different outcomes, which have been dealt with and faced from time to time, since prior.

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC

aniket-nikhade

Definitely something new and promising

Every end makes a way to start with something new Every new start promises something different, something new, yet something very much interesting raising the level of expectations with regards to what was set as prior. Also otherwise expectations have always remained a part of life that has always got good, if not great results, despite the different inputs and many different outcomes, which have been dealt with and faced from time to time, since prior.

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I went off my medication, and went up a few sizes, sometimes you lose the effort to try, but when the effort returns, maybe it will be ignored, til a more promising day.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC

GodDamnItCat

Effort

I went off my medication, and went up a few sizes, sometimes you lose the effort to try, but when the effort returns, maybe it will be ignored, til a more promising day.

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Entities of Reality stalk haunt humankind Teasing unmercifully promising in person A plain brown package; The Mind’s Eye; Pandora’s Box. Desire disguised as a need, want, or a trophy. Consciousness trying to escape the emptiness. It doesn’t matter; How can we rise above, transcend it? The tears won’t stop? Call them Tears of Joy; Gratitude. Make promises to get what you want, then wait to see. Pretend to be Happy; Joyful; Hide the Pain. Make jokes! Laugh your way through the heartache! Look happy! Want it? Take it! Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth! Feeling guilty about it is unproductive. Saving Grace; Just Passing Thru; Get Out of Jail Free! It doesn’t matter; Unconditional Forgiveness. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway. Despair, Distress, Hopelessness; An Undeserved Mess! What’s in it for You? Recognition? Salvation? Generosity; Curiosity; Doesn’t Pay! Return it! Get a Refund! Just use it, don’t buy! Redemption; Reconciliation; Justified; It doesn’t matter; Give it back: Return To Sender It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway.

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC

priscilla-e-looney

Pandora's Box

Entities of Reality stalk haunt humankind Teasing unmercifully promising in person A plain brown package; The Mind’s Eye; Pandora’s Box. Desire disguised as a need, want, or a trophy. Consciousness trying to escape the emptiness. It doesn’t matter; How can we rise above, transcend it? The tears won’t stop? Call them Tears of Joy; Gratitude. Make promises to get what you want, then wait to see. Pretend to be Happy; Joyful; Hide the Pain. Make jokes! Laugh your way through the heartache! Look happy! Want it? Take it! Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth! Feeling guilty about it is unproductive. Saving Grace; Just Passing Thru; Get Out of Jail Free! It doesn’t matter; Unconditional Forgiveness. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway. Despair, Distress, Hopelessness; An Undeserved Mess! What’s in it for You? Recognition? Salvation? Generosity; Curiosity; Doesn’t Pay! Return it! Get a Refund! Just use it, don’t buy! Redemption; Reconciliation; Justified; It doesn’t matter; Give it back: Return To Sender It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to the same place someday. It doesn’t matter; We’re all going to Heaven anyway.

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baggy shirts and folded sleeves holding hands and acid washed jeans from clean to stained clothing we watched yesterday's crooked teeth hide behind grown smiles from each other's lips, and for once, our futures seemed promising our skin was pure yet our insides were battered but bandages and plaster cast arms were just shells and they never mattered we are both our own places it's our choice where we choose to stand and our faces are merely masks and disposable skin and emotions we let our hearts do the talking, the questioning and the loving this is what we were made for not to be thrown around and ripped of our own exterior, but to be planted on the ground with our heads facing the clouds and our wrists stretching out along with our fingers, grabbing all the opportunities and experiences we are not carousels of repetition we are layers of unwritten episodes we are human beings n.j.

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC

psychotomimetic

Planted

baggy shirts and folded sleeves holding hands and acid washed jeans from clean to stained clothing we watched yesterday's crooked teeth hide behind grown smiles from each other's lips, and for once, our futures seemed promising our skin was pure yet our insides were battered but bandages and plaster cast arms were just shells and they never mattered we are both our own places it's our choice where we choose to stand and our faces are merely masks and disposable skin and emotions we let our hearts do the talking, the questioning and the loving this is what we were made for not to be thrown around and ripped of our own exterior, but to be planted on the ground with our heads facing the clouds and our wrists stretching out along with our fingers, grabbing all the opportunities and experiences we are not carousels of repetition we are layers of unwritten episodes we are human beings n.j.

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