#spilled-ink - Hello Poetry

"Like ripples that turn into waves, people affect other people. And though not all experiences may come as easy or as light as we wanted them to be, the capacity for us to see what truly matters still exists."

Ripples & Waves

"You are always so honest with me no matter how difficult the truth could be, and from this I felt that maybe you do, that, in a way, you really did love me too."

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

"You are always so honest with me no matter how difficult the truth could be, and from this I felt that maybe you do, that, in a way, you really did love me too."

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"There’s something about you and this thrill of having no idea where we are or where we’re going. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it. It’s alright, I could tell."

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC

There’s something about getting lost with you

"There’s something about you and this thrill of having no idea where we are or where we’re going. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it. It’s alright, I could tell."

Imagine apologizing for all the ways you were never enough. Knowing you would never be forgiven. Imagine the torture. Imagine the curse. Having a boy love you. Wondering when he would tell you it was a lie. Imagine how the sweetness would make you cry. Imagine never knowing. What kind of a life is that? Consider the blood of people trying to touch. Consider the cruelty of being different. Consider the confusion. Consider everything not said. Paper airplanes that fly through the air for mere seconds. Consider people’s hopes. Consider your heart beating inches from mine. Consider truth. Consider truth. Consider what could be between two people. Shudder. Consider the distance. Consider the barricades, challenges. Consider the fear. Imagine mapping a way through the heart.

Imagine apologizing for all the ways you were never enough. Knowing you would never be forgiven. Imagine the torture. Imagine the curse. Having a boy love you. Wondering when he would tell you it was a lie. Imagine how the sweetness would make you cry. Imagine never knowing. What kind of a life is that? Consider the blood of people trying to touch. Consider the cruelty of being different. Consider the confusion. Consider everything not said. Paper airplanes that fly through the air for mere seconds. Consider people’s hopes. Consider your heart beating inches from mine. Consider truth. Consider truth. Consider what could be between two people. Shudder. Consider the distance. Consider the barricades, challenges. Consider the fear. Imagine mapping a way through the heart.

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC

babyangel

May 10, 2016

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"Your love isn't an apology. And neither are you."

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC

Remember this:

"Your love isn't an apology. And neither are you."

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It’s almost a year or so to the day when you told me You fell out of our love for no other reason than It just happened. You told me you no longer cared, you told me you didn’t want to know another thing about me, and what was left of us was a shipwreck of a bittersweet memory. It’s been almost a year or so too, from when I told myself that I am still meant for you for no other reason than I just do. I thought I no longer cared, I thought I didn’t want you and everything about you. What was left of me walked away with You. But We lost contact, and I think you met someone else. I have no idea who he is or where he takes you or how much he cares about you. I just hope what he has is more; more than what I could have given you, more than what I could have sacrificed for you, More than… Just more than I do. But I Lied, ‘cause everything still reminds me of you. You are gone with the wind but the wind still pushes me towards you. And I hope That He doesn’t exist like the space between me and you. I met someone else, too. She isn’t anything like you, but the way she cares is also true. I hope you’re happy, ‘Cause right now, that’s also what i’m trying to be. *Even if it isn’t you, even if it isn’t me, even if it isn’t you with me.* And if One day You wake up and realize that it is still I that you wish for; who holds you at night, and gives life to the waking dream Tell me because feelings like this can **** you. Like what you did to me when you asked me Who are you? And I swear, my love broke into fragments when I asked you, Who are you? But what was I to do? But what was I to do? ”

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC

It’s almost a year or so to the day when you told me You fell out of our love for no other reason than It just happened. You told me you no longer cared, you told me you didn’t want to know another thing about me, and what was left of us was a shipwreck of a bittersweet memory. It’s been almost a year or so too, from when I told myself that I am still meant for you for no other reason than I just do. I thought I no longer cared, I thought I didn’t want you and everything about you. What was left of me walked away with You. But We lost contact, and I think you met someone else. I have no idea who he is or where he takes you or how much he cares about you. I just hope what he has is more; more than what I could have given you, more than what I could have sacrificed for you, More than… Just more than I do. But I Lied, ‘cause everything still reminds me of you. You are gone with the wind but the wind still pushes me towards you. And I hope That He doesn’t exist like the space between me and you. I met someone else, too. She isn’t anything like you, but the way she cares is also true. I hope you’re happy, ‘Cause right now, that’s also what i’m trying to be. *Even if it isn’t you, even if it isn’t me, even if it isn’t you with me.* And if One day You wake up and realize that it is still I that you wish for; who holds you at night, and gives life to the waking dream Tell me because feelings like this can **** you. Like what you did to me when you asked me Who are you? And I swear, my love broke into fragments when I asked you, Who are you? But what was I to do? But what was I to do? ”

Loss

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my greatest flaw is that I am a poet I am easily lured by tragedies, I romanticize feeding on hatred, thriving on pain, investing on lies, blinded by faults, enthralled by you my affliction flows and ends with ink, lives and dies with oblivion

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC

leighgendaryy

Tragedy of a Poet

my greatest flaw is that I am a poet I am easily lured by tragedies, I romanticize feeding on hatred, thriving on pain, investing on lies, blinded by faults, enthralled by you my affliction flows and ends with ink, lives and dies with oblivion

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"I have no idea where I'm going or if I want to be where I am right now. I am restless; you know this; I have wanderlust in my lungs and poetry in my veins."

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC

"I have no idea where I'm going or if I want to be where I am right now. I am restless; you know this; I have wanderlust in my lungs and poetry in my veins."

Where do you want to go?

"The months, they turn to days, the days, they turn to hours the hours, they turn to minutes the minutes, they turn to moments, and in these moments I am wistful; I am missing you."

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC

"The months, they turn to days, the days, they turn to hours the hours, they turn to minutes the minutes, they turn to moments, and in these moments I am wistful; I am missing you."

X=Time spent missing you

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"So many clouds above, I wonder why no one else seems to see them."

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC

"So many clouds above, I wonder why no one else seems to see them."

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"In a way I am the aftermath, I am all that remains."

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC

"In a way I am the aftermath, I am all that remains."

The aftermath

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"Before you, the days were good. With you, the days were better. Without you, the days will never be the same."

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC

"Before you, the days were good. With you, the days were better. Without you, the days will never be the same."

Before & After

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Let me be the minor setback, the late appointment, the sudden no crossing sign. Let me be August rain, October nights, and April days. Let me be the seashore, the comfy chair, the grass under your feet. Let me be a room full of books, let me be the roof over your head, let me be the first time you see snow let me be that feeling once you go to wherever you want to be.

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC

Let me be the good, let me be the bad

Let me be the minor setback, the late appointment, the sudden no crossing sign. Let me be August rain, October nights, and April days. Let me be the seashore, the comfy chair, the grass under your feet. Let me be a room full of books, let me be the roof over your head, let me be the first time you see snow let me be that feeling once you go to wherever you want to be.

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It was March 5th when we first met. I never imagined you as someone who I will miss because I never thought you would go away. Today is February 13 and I'm missing you more than ever. Can we have those long talks about our height difference back? Can we regain the jokes we told each other at 3:45 in the morning? But most importantly, can I have you back? It never occured to me how much I'm missing you until the mark of the second year of your disappearance is approaching. I never told anyone but I'm still hoping your name pops up in my phone. I'm still aching to see you alive again. You're still the name that I put as my passcode. I just want you to come back again.

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC

i just want you to come back

It was March 5th when we first met. I never imagined you as someone who I will miss because I never thought you would go away. Today is February 13 and I'm missing you more than ever. Can we have those long talks about our height difference back? Can we regain the jokes we told each other at 3:45 in the morning? But most importantly, can I have you back? It never occured to me how much I'm missing you until the mark of the second year of your disappearance is approaching. I never told anyone but I'm still hoping your name pops up in my phone. I'm still aching to see you alive again. You're still the name that I put as my passcode. I just want you to come back again.

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I am a poet because of you. It's the way your being delivered a tidal wave of poetic awakening to my once dull veins. Your lips watered the flowers in my tongue that were once called prose but now they developed into poems. Your fingers latched perfectly into mine and your nerves reacted to my nerves so right and in that moment I knew our hands were designed for each other. And although your tongue left my tongue and your hand left my hand, the diabolical mixture of your blissful and painful memories kept the flowers in my tongue alive. Soon enough, the flowers crawled through my arms and hands, begging me to write the poetry that they bring. You will never read this but I forever thank you, for I will always be a poet because of you.

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC

i am a poet because of you

I am a poet because of you. It's the way your being delivered a tidal wave of poetic awakening to my once dull veins. Your lips watered the flowers in my tongue that were once called prose but now they developed into poems. Your fingers latched perfectly into mine and your nerves reacted to my nerves so right and in that moment I knew our hands were designed for each other. And although your tongue left my tongue and your hand left my hand, the diabolical mixture of your blissful and painful memories kept the flowers in my tongue alive. Soon enough, the flowers crawled through my arms and hands, begging me to write the poetry that they bring. You will never read this but I forever thank you, for I will always be a poet because of you.

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"If you were a storm, may I be your wind, so I may be with you wherever you will go. If you were the moon, may I be your poet, and I will write about you in all the words that I know."

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC

"If you were a storm, may I be your wind, so I may be with you wherever you will go. If you were the moon, may I be your poet, and I will write about you in all the words that I know."

If you were

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You turned your back on me and let the slowly closing door swallow the image of you walking away. That was the last time we talked. That was the last time you look at me. And I swear to any astrologist in this world that that is how the sun sets.

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC

You turned your back on me and let the slowly closing door swallow the image of you walking away. That was the last time we talked. That was the last time you look at me. And I swear to any astrologist in this world that that is how the sun sets.

how the sun sets

I saw you at the grocery store today and you asked me if you still have my heart. I said no. But if you silence the world and if you stare deep into my eyes, you can hear my heart say the contrary. It's sad that you do still have my heart. I never gave it to anyone else, I never took it back. It's sad that you are still in there. You will always be the center of my love. You never left. You still own every inch of my love. And I hate it.

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC

I saw you at the grocery store today and you asked me if you still have my heart. I said no. But if you silence the world and if you stare deep into my eyes, you can hear my heart say the contrary. It's sad that you do still have my heart. I never gave it to anyone else, I never took it back. It's sad that you are still in there. You will always be the center of my love. You never left. You still own every inch of my love. And I hate it.

why

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" I am a ghost of sorts; a compilation of what ifs, an abundance of could've beens."

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC

" I am a ghost of sorts; a compilation of what ifs, an abundance of could've beens."

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i can't put you into words but i'm trying (#1)

You are a continental force. You are something to be reckoned with. You are a wild thing. You are a dust storm, made of the ashes after all that’s been said and done. You are a valley of regrets that has learned to laugh. You are what rose from everything that’s fallen. You were not meant to be left alone.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC

babyangel

You are a continental force. You are something to be reckoned with. You are a wild thing. You are a dust storm, made of the ashes after all that’s been said and done. You are a valley of regrets that has learned to laugh. You are what rose from everything that’s fallen. You were not meant to be left alone.

Spark Me Match my flame Be warned after we burn up I will remain Scars tell stories unique the stain Suffer in pleasure transforming pain Create a new definition of touch All fantasies we can discuss Tickle imagination till you gush Bell goes ding..Square off in ring Emotional swing soar without wings Sparked there's no limit to what I bring Heart exploding in my chest Intellect feel it stretch Transcend beyond flesh Endless battle to the next Please Spark me! Beware of Ego's fire Lips..Toungue Turn it up higher Sparked We become all desired..

Spark Me Match my flame Be warned after we burn up I will remain Scars tell stories unique the stain Suffer in pleasure transforming pain Create a new definition of touch All fantasies we can discuss Tickle imagination till you gush Bell goes ding..Square off in ring Emotional swing soar without wings Sparked there's no limit to what I bring Heart exploding in my chest Intellect feel it stretch Transcend beyond flesh Endless battle to the next Please Spark me! Beware of Ego's fire Lips..Toungue Turn it up higher Sparked We become all desired..

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC

PoetryByMAN

Spark Me

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Venus cursed but well rehearsed Phoenix heart destined to burst Through cleansing flame I'm what remains Infinite energy that never drains Past..Forever regrets we sever Break the pattern release the teether Listen maybe you'll understand Our future is held in our hands Once upon a selfish mind Saw the light made me blind Search for answers that's what you'll find Cast I am I play a fool Manipulating every rule Two versions of me in a duel Both lay dead in a pool Procreate self reproduction Initiate new construction Find a purpose how to function Don't be a meal to feed corruption Oh my lord I feel a change Phasing as I rearrange Wisdom flowing like a sage Cursed I am with a life that's strange

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

PoetryByMAN

Venus Cursed

Venus cursed but well rehearsed Phoenix heart destined to burst Through cleansing flame I'm what remains Infinite energy that never drains Past..Forever regrets we sever Break the pattern release the teether Listen maybe you'll understand Our future is held in our hands Once upon a selfish mind Saw the light made me blind Search for answers that's what you'll find Cast I am I play a fool Manipulating every rule Two versions of me in a duel Both lay dead in a pool Procreate self reproduction Initiate new construction Find a purpose how to function Don't be a meal to feed corruption Oh my lord I feel a change Phasing as I rearrange Wisdom flowing like a sage Cursed I am with a life that's strange

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It's not fair..nor do I care Emotions breathe without air No more power shall I grant My heart blooms flowers like a plant Refuse to follow will not swallow Immersed in thought where I wallow Thus I ramble a poet's gamble Taste my soul here is a sample Write it short or write it long Write a song for all to sing along Edit mind that's when I find Insanity speaks in rhyme A traveller will always go On the path to their soul Destination peace of mind Activate it anytime Leave a map all can see Choose to elevate humanity Simple is the truth Hardened by a gangsta youth Drama goes on everyday Participate or refuse to play Doesn't matter you are in the book Captured by my writing hook A character we all become First you walk now you run To the end or finish line A blip we are in space and time Identity do I own? Reap what I've sewn? Life springs forth from thee In our children we can see Evolution we all wear Nor does it care if it's not fair...

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC

PoetryByMAN

It's Not Fair

It's not fair..nor do I care Emotions breathe without air No more power shall I grant My heart blooms flowers like a plant Refuse to follow will not swallow Immersed in thought where I wallow Thus I ramble a poet's gamble Taste my soul here is a sample Write it short or write it long Write a song for all to sing along Edit mind that's when I find Insanity speaks in rhyme A traveller will always go On the path to their soul Destination peace of mind Activate it anytime Leave a map all can see Choose to elevate humanity Simple is the truth Hardened by a gangsta youth Drama goes on everyday Participate or refuse to play Doesn't matter you are in the book Captured by my writing hook A character we all become First you walk now you run To the end or finish line A blip we are in space and time Identity do I own? Reap what I've sewn? Life springs forth from thee In our children we can see Evolution we all wear Nor does it care if it's not fair...

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Some parts fire, some parts rain, you are both shelter and the oncoming hurricane.

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Nov 5, 2015

Nov 5, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC

Fragment from an unfinished poem

Some parts fire, some parts rain, you are both shelter and the oncoming hurricane.

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"Welcome home! I wonder if you knew how much those two words meant to me. It’s been so long and I’ve gotten so tired of drifting between empty apartment units. I was unmoored, out of sync with everything, and here you are, still waiting. Your arms weren’t the breaking point. They were home."

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC

"Welcome home! I wonder if you knew how much those two words meant to me. It’s been so long and I’ve gotten so tired of drifting between empty apartment units. I was unmoored, out of sync with everything, and here you are, still waiting. Your arms weren’t the breaking point. They were home."

Your arms