#thereishope - Hello Poetry

I hate the way I cause you pain. Making teardrops fall like rain. I hate the way you make me think. clouding my mind like I'm half asleep. I hate the way I feel so weak. I always feel like such a freak but though we both make clouds and sleet. we must try to stand on our feet hope is what we have. this bleary endeavor will not last forever.

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC

Greyson-fay

STRONG.

I hate the way I cause you pain. Making teardrops fall like rain. I hate the way you make me think. clouding my mind like I'm half asleep. I hate the way I feel so weak. I always feel like such a freak but though we both make clouds and sleet. we must try to stand on our feet hope is what we have. this bleary endeavor will not last forever.

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Dreaming in Moonshine Soaking into songs heard only through The vibrations of insect wings Breathing in their scented infusions within a double scene inside another unfolding painted image of what appears to be A still depleting life Casting shadows over my restless thoughts of both promise and deceit which constitutes the inner fold of what is love… the counterfeit of existence that lends itself to real What is real (in my world)? Coming forth to me in moments in phases from within the possible That lingers until the end of pond’s length containing the infinite drops that continue to fill it up by the immaculate hand of heaven’s reach entrapping the limits that give shape to such incongruity (There are always limits in the future even though there are so many possible ones in life- even if there are so many possibilities for us to see, to understand, to believe in, and to experience) Traipsing into waters unknown I learn the diligence of the dragonfly who hinges on existential wings On this journey of trial and error I discover freedom wholly through the mystification of my own will and the emancipation of choice only to be surrounded by the empty court of judgment Seeing through buzz eyes dripping in nectar an opalescent tune raises its brow to trigger The wind, which blows against the tenderness of heart yet calm and (flowing) as if through a wand swaying in the glory that fate whispers in between the spaces of anorexic branches meeting How can the iridescence of a sound, of a single word Press with such kindness and bathe in such grandeur I am amazed by the purity; by the simple beauty of this world I recall someone telling me that just once in your life do you meet the one who gives you the belief you never could find The deep stirring (surge) of your spate running inside the cord of your spine How is that I am free today? I wish for immortal meaning : (self- reproach) does not lead to fill me Questioning … but simply knowing the stars As they look to me and choosing not to shine on skin not even into eyes of gold they look down on me mocking insecurity This is my reality at its core As they move further in between their departing within a space of sky do they laugh subconsciously behind the falsity of a perfect smile looming while the moon just sits up straight and smirks beside with faint and covered faces squinting eyes Never hinting that this could all be just a dream Unjust Inside these walls But I know like a dream they will return to keep me company in the mist (of shadows) of a nightmare inside I’m now in battle to avoid At times I feel slighted yet wholly redeemed I feel respected yet abused beyond all things and sometimes it feels like I’m standing in front of the altar alone (on the edge of the dock) peering down at everybody I’ve ever known about to dive in to land on slippery greens floating swiftly in between (the ripples) I feel chosen Yet I feel unseen Dispraised for the things I’ve done feeling no pain do I fade... Away into the lambent (lucent)mist of efficacy: into the Elysian fields of transcendent virtue And there do I become everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve ever known Only knowing that Love's darkest form is that of deceit in the illusion of each day, I am still. But more than that, I am still alive. Thank you for saving my life.

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Jan 18, 2021

Jan 18, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC

lanna-evolved

Living in Phases

Dreaming in Moonshine Soaking into songs heard only through The vibrations of insect wings Breathing in their scented infusions within a double scene inside another unfolding painted image of what appears to be A still depleting life Casting shadows over my restless thoughts of both promise and deceit which constitutes the inner fold of what is love… the counterfeit of existence that lends itself to real What is real (in my world)? Coming forth to me in moments in phases from within the possible That lingers until the end of pond’s length containing the infinite drops that continue to fill it up by the immaculate hand of heaven’s reach entrapping the limits that give shape to such incongruity (There are always limits in the future even though there are so many possible ones in life- even if there are so many possibilities for us to see, to understand, to believe in, and to experience) Traipsing into waters unknown I learn the diligence of the dragonfly who hinges on existential wings On this journey of trial and error I discover freedom wholly through the mystification of my own will and the emancipation of choice only to be surrounded by the empty court of judgment Seeing through buzz eyes dripping in nectar an opalescent tune raises its brow to trigger The wind, which blows against the tenderness of heart yet calm and (flowing) as if through a wand swaying in the glory that fate whispers in between the spaces of anorexic branches meeting How can the iridescence of a sound, of a single word Press with such kindness and bathe in such grandeur I am amazed by the purity; by the simple beauty of this world I recall someone telling me that just once in your life do you meet the one who gives you the belief you never could find The deep stirring (surge) of your spate running inside the cord of your spine How is that I am free today? I wish for immortal meaning : (self- reproach) does not lead to fill me Questioning … but simply knowing the stars As they look to me and choosing not to shine on skin not even into eyes of gold they look down on me mocking insecurity This is my reality at its core As they move further in between their departing within a space of sky do they laugh subconsciously behind the falsity of a perfect smile looming while the moon just sits up straight and smirks beside with faint and covered faces squinting eyes Never hinting that this could all be just a dream Unjust Inside these walls But I know like a dream they will return to keep me company in the mist (of shadows) of a nightmare inside I’m now in battle to avoid At times I feel slighted yet wholly redeemed I feel respected yet abused beyond all things and sometimes it feels like I’m standing in front of the altar alone (on the edge of the dock) peering down at everybody I’ve ever known about to dive in to land on slippery greens floating swiftly in between (the ripples) I feel chosen Yet I feel unseen Dispraised for the things I’ve done feeling no pain do I fade... Away into the lambent (lucent)mist of efficacy: into the Elysian fields of transcendent virtue And there do I become everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve ever known Only knowing that Love's darkest form is that of deceit in the illusion of each day, I am still. But more than that, I am still alive. Thank you for saving my life.

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It was loud So Very Loud The wind pushed me to the ground As it howled like a pack of wolves in the night Ready to hunt and devour its prey It was cold So Very Cold The rain flooding down Sending a chill through my frail skin And straight to my even more fragile heart It was dark So Very Dark So real that I could FEEl it Hovering over me Waiting for me to break But I'm not so easily taken It was terrifying So Very Terrifying The only thing louder than this storm The beating of my heart Like drums of war Pacing themselves Faster And Faster Until ... It stops All coming to a screeching halt Turns out the only thing I feared more than the storm Was complete and numbing silence A ringing in my ears And haze over my eyes Everything is black and white Void of color and sound Im not cold or scared Im not anything at all Is this what it feels like to go numb?

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC

Vanityisvain

Numb

It was loud So Very Loud The wind pushed me to the ground As it howled like a pack of wolves in the night Ready to hunt and devour its prey It was cold So Very Cold The rain flooding down Sending a chill through my frail skin And straight to my even more fragile heart It was dark So Very Dark So real that I could FEEl it Hovering over me Waiting for me to break But I'm not so easily taken It was terrifying So Very Terrifying The only thing louder than this storm The beating of my heart Like drums of war Pacing themselves Faster And Faster Until ... It stops All coming to a screeching halt Turns out the only thing I feared more than the storm Was complete and numbing silence A ringing in my ears And haze over my eyes Everything is black and white Void of color and sound Im not cold or scared Im not anything at all Is this what it feels like to go numb?

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