#succeeding - Hello Poetry

As obligations take up my free time my wild spirit has been put in a cage with perfection and accomplishment as my keys Under a carpet of snow when the first 'lenteklokjes' come peep from under their blanket my keys will slowly rise up from the frozen ground as it thaws and clear my way to the light.

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Dec 6, 2022

Dec 6, 2022 at 6:56 AM UTC

ic

Obligations

As obligations take up my free time my wild spirit has been put in a cage with perfection and accomplishment as my keys Under a carpet of snow when the first 'lenteklokjes' come peep from under their blanket my keys will slowly rise up from the frozen ground as it thaws and clear my way to the light.

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Forgiveness taking far too long Knife out and in my hands My own judgement tasting wrong Back and blood understands Using to sharpen wit but not Hurt anyone Zero exceptions No matter if they ought Harm myself is my intention Their heads in false guillotines Hair drenched in sweat Manage to turn my cheek Wrong that this pain I let They are supposed to care The ones who betrayed Just expected them to be there My feelings were played Until understanding why Heart will keep bleeding Alone continue to try Never made progress in succeeding

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Dec 12, 2020

Dec 12, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Forgiveness Takes Far Too Long

Forgiveness taking far too long Knife out and in my hands My own judgement tasting wrong Back and blood understands Using to sharpen wit but not Hurt anyone Zero exceptions No matter if they ought Harm myself is my intention Their heads in false guillotines Hair drenched in sweat Manage to turn my cheek Wrong that this pain I let They are supposed to care The ones who betrayed Just expected them to be there My feelings were played Until understanding why Heart will keep bleeding Alone continue to try Never made progress in succeeding

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Perforations on a notebook, Variations on a theme Accusations in her writing, Bad sensations in her dream. Keeping up her outer image, Dressing down her deep turmoil Showing up for work and home life, Damping down the blood that boils. Inventory of her lifetime Crooked story, twisted prose Imagery of her writing, Stationary English rose. Holding still for family portrait Holding fast to moral code, Trying still to uphold values, Thinking faster than she knows. Ever trying, always failing, All the while succeeding, yet Ever after, all her chances Always bring her past regrets To the surface ever higher To the eyes that burn with tears - To the past her back is turned now, Face to the future's outstretched years.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC

scardecourcier

Perforations

Perforations on a notebook, Variations on a theme Accusations in her writing, Bad sensations in her dream. Keeping up her outer image, Dressing down her deep turmoil Showing up for work and home life, Damping down the blood that boils. Inventory of her lifetime Crooked story, twisted prose Imagery of her writing, Stationary English rose. Holding still for family portrait Holding fast to moral code, Trying still to uphold values, Thinking faster than she knows. Ever trying, always failing, All the while succeeding, yet Ever after, all her chances Always bring her past regrets To the surface ever higher To the eyes that burn with tears - To the past her back is turned now, Face to the future's outstretched years.

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i feel like a bird that flew right into a window that you pointed at and laughed i feel like the shaven-head celebrities the crack addicts the high, homeless hippies on the street i feel like a person of Wal Mart the awkward couple that shows way too much PDA in public the punchline of a fat joke (i see all the fingers pointed at me as--) i struggle to bend my wings into shape again but i've taken to writing poetry and cutting up pieces of newspaper to fit between the ruffled feathers i shouldn't still have brain damage from the collision i had with your pride (sixteen miles high) but maybe i do i tap on the glass just to make sure that i really am a fool and to see if you'll look back to see me redeem myself to see me fly a w a y. (but you don't)

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC

kate-lyn

being an idiot (in your eyes)

i feel like a bird that flew right into a window that you pointed at and laughed i feel like the shaven-head celebrities the crack addicts the high, homeless hippies on the street i feel like a person of Wal Mart the awkward couple that shows way too much PDA in public the punchline of a fat joke (i see all the fingers pointed at me as--) i struggle to bend my wings into shape again but i've taken to writing poetry and cutting up pieces of newspaper to fit between the ruffled feathers i shouldn't still have brain damage from the collision i had with your pride (sixteen miles high) but maybe i do i tap on the glass just to make sure that i really am a fool and to see if you'll look back to see me redeem myself to see me fly a w a y. (but you don't)

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