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#stares
my empty couch just stares at me wondering why I won’t sit down since you left
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Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
restless
Do you think we’ll ever be ok?”, she asked “Depends what you mean by ok”, I replied She then, gave me a look that spoke a thousand words and said, “okay”.
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Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
Assurance
Long distance stares Blurry, nondescript I've been leading you Into an abyss Saw your smile turn Into a frown When I'm around If you look deeper You'll see the mask I wear Is only for you
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Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC
Long distance
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, old scars don't hurt anymore:--\ you think the stain is stained maybe your pain is pained the reason not the same my mind not like before not sane close to the ear hearts too near to cope a fear love you not stares been for the lot natural expression without a but really boring lacking a plot -------ravenfeels
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
Forget Forever
Hunger. His eyes watching down his prey. Stare so deep it reaches her insides. Scoping through , searching to find the movies in her mind. She blocks it , placing a wall , the light comes bouncing off the glass window and back to the wide eyes staring. Shook. “Nice to meet you.” He caresses her hand with a sunflower kiss. Leaving her with his musk scent lingering behind with another movie.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
First Meet
we've been here before tongues tied blank stares you always stare back at me with no gleam in your eyes i've been trying to align my chakras finally putting my wisdom where my mouth is i don't think i can do this anymore back and forth running from you running back to you i will always find you wherever i run to west palm to the warm sunset to the soft crashing of ocean waves to the yellow flowers i see by nameless corner stores to the rain during spring and fall i can't hold back let me go and i'll let you go
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
dealer
Here I share my Mood. Now enjoy this mood... This way I'll seize the moment. With it I'll go on and choose. As My Mood Blossoms Into a Rose.. I see You have many levels. Its like viewing into your many windows. Share this Glance. Dance with this Chance, Consider the gift of this chance. Sparkles in my soul makes glitter in my eyes. My Hopes they are gems ready to glow float and rise. It may catch you by surprise, But to me it's no surprise. The Gifts within my heart such delicacies. [email protected] fine interwoven textures, Hard to reach levels, such a place of intricacy. Yet so many more places of creativity, idealistically. A adorable, lovable intricacies Internally. Who Is, S.H.E@Rose. Just a Glance Of_H.E.R.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
Glance_Of_H.E.R
What was warranted could not be more out of lingering fingers reach, but vainly was the goal still paused upon, teased with the view of what each wanted. But stagnant were there endeavours for but a centimetre, a vastness that could not be gauged by touch yet palms were placed. An innuendo of what could be but was not, there love was undeniable but their reality was a vacant space in their hearts. And they sat back to back on this immovable obstacle, mourning the need to be in the grasp of another. No tears were shown to the other but in solace they fell like monsoons on the ground, all emotions were departed from there clouds of white that blinked upon time and then stopped. They never gave up on the motions that stirred within and even though time is finite and what was unforgiving in there needing was no longer. But time is no friend to love, and bones were all that was evidence of what once was. Gazing with empty sockets eternally gazing on the other. But where that which kept them apart had now parted hands of white, now clasped within each others touching. For an eternity where in the echoes of the past which could not be obtained was now holding on in death. Vacant puddles stare into each other and where there was two singular now they are silently holding on to each other.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Holding When They Could Not
Even the deepest of stares Are mostly earnest and placid Never deem a man rude From an innocent habit Perhaps within you They saw something they once cherished You see staring is rude But it’s also ancient tradition For those who have lost a beloved.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
Nostalgia's addict
on that late night i saw the train with all its lights as it began to rain i seemed alone but i saw you so i wrapped my head in caution tape with a feeling of dread and using my heart as a drape i picked up a rose and pricked my finger as i stood and froze and you started to linger i couldn't escape the sudden stares, the sudden glares i was left to hesitate while paranoia did the same
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
paranoia
Out there somewhere A Martian stares there What's out there Way over there You may share my poems Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Martian Soup
her spirit is there today with her dime that fear her face like Nefertiti but in a garage that fit her sleeve these peeves roar her suffrage but shakes her clams in a menagerie
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
drive-by news
There’s a marred reflection staring back at me. I wish I could tell you what was wrong with it. Its blank gaze and happy expression say everything’s alright. The pressure builds and sweat beings to seep The mask begins to slip, but I dare not show the underneath. I need this face to present to others For I need their acceptance to feel some worth. But it’s only what they considered worthy in their eyes So I’m beholden to their stares as I shift to conform.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Masquerade
Be thinner be smarter Be the perfect daughter Smile and laugh Such a piece trash Just agree Give in to their lying Your hopeless, but dont stop trying No one truley cares Don't ignore the stares Stop holding teddy bears Run your fingers through your hair Your an adult now Fix your self up now.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Lying
i caught it. that quick look, as if i were off limits to you. mini-storms inside your head, looking, admiring, seeing what no one else did. you saw me catch your stare, those soft grey-blue eyes looking away, your secret revealed.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
stares.
I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me. Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare. The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a **** As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them. At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore. Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Scopaesthesia
I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me. Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare. The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a **** As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them. At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore. Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.
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Stares burn through me Conversations stop Whispers spread Rumors start Sitting in the back of the room Nails gripping into my skin I want to scream It flashes back Can I go to the bathroom Check under the stalls Slip up cry, go away Clean makeup Walk into the room and sit down People stop and stare Class starts again I don’t Watching the clock high on the wall Waiting for the hand to move Grabbing books Running They are all talking about you You need to come back I will be there for you It will be better I'm forced to come back by others Cold cuts through me I can’t breath I see them I can suddenly breath I smile back at them Others look Oh no Stares burn through me Conversations stop Whispers spread Rumors start It will all go away soon sweetie They will stop talking Just trust me Please Walking the halls once again, again for them The same cold rips through me It is not better Not at all Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system. The person you thought you wanted is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you’ve finished recording you may hang up or press one for more options.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
This Time
*Will I ever find you? I do not chase now I'm on my own I left my desperation into the woods. I am more of me, who stares to be still quietly observing to its brim. Will I ever find you darling? To pour out my love but not too much so as not to bore you out. I would not empty myself to you but to love you each day cautiously one day at a time. Will I actually find you ever? You would grab me into your arms and not leave me ever no matter how hard. You would understand my poetry and say nothing but give me love. You would converse with me for hours about art, poetry and new stuffs in life. You would be angry and fight but holding me tight. Oh! how I wish I could have found you by now I just need your shoulder to cry.*
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
Where are you?
What did I do to get those stares? Why do you guys look at like I'm a freak. They whisper and stare at me when I Board the bus. I'm just like you guys. I came back for the Love of the Sport. Not to be a Nuisance. I came because I love the sport. I don't care if I don't play. So Please don't give me the look why am I here? and Ignore me like I'm not there. I know I got cut from the team. I know I don't have my Serve. I know I seem weak. Like I can't do my Job. But I'm trying my Hardest. I want to please you guys. I want you to see that I'm here to help. The stares and whispers are breaking me. I'm going to have a breakdown. Because I know you guys don't want me there. I know why Stick around somewhere where you aren't wanted? I want to show them I care enough. That I am strong enough. I Just wish that's how they saw me.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
My Volleyball Team
Is it so wrong to want to kiss you While other people may be watching? Lets not care for the stares And just get lost in each other Nothing complicated Simplicity is key Know, I love you Known, you love me
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Each other
I caught her staring at me again I can't quite place A name to the expression she has when I catch her looking but it's different from when she doesn't know i'm watching her watching me from the corner of my eye She never brought up the 'notes' even the one I wrote out of rage I don't remember putting it into her bag But is she afraid curious spiteful disgusted What name can I for a fact put to the face she makes when she stares And when I catch her
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
When she stares
Having a disability Doesn't mean you're helpless It means you show the world You'll work that much harder To fulfill your dreams. Never mind the countless stares The many whispers And those who lack faith That things will get better. The journey isn't meant to be easy But with a dose of Courage Love Support and Determination... You shall survive!
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Pressing On
If we were soldiers and our "love" the war Why, there was nothing we were fighting for Just empty air and shouted threats everywhere with awkward, distant stares
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
The war within