#throughts - Hello Poetry

If shadows remain in silence than why am I so envious of you?

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC

natashapietrobuono

Shadows

If shadows remain in silence than why am I so envious of you?

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When I write, Putting that pen to paper - Even if to merely create ink smudges Where the thoughts die young - I can feel each piece of me, The ones I know are there, And the ones I've buried so deep down Even I forgot- Swirl around my soul, And gather in that pen - So the words and patters and nothingness on that page Are my everything, My words, well, they're me.

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Jul 14, 2016

Jul 14, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC

lou-mcnamara

Words

When I write, Putting that pen to paper - Even if to merely create ink smudges Where the thoughts die young - I can feel each piece of me, The ones I know are there, And the ones I've buried so deep down Even I forgot- Swirl around my soul, And gather in that pen - So the words and patters and nothingness on that page Are my everything, My words, well, they're me.

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Let's tap into someone's mind Young you understood that life was fine if you obeyed the rules your parents/guardian had set...Your goal was to do this...until you were old enough to understand what the television shows you were watching were saying...then your goal was to become rich ,find the love of your life and travel the world unraveling secrets that don't really exist. You tell yourself your life will not be complete if you do not achieve this...because this is the definition of success ...you gain a few more years and start to experiment with other things that could fill your hollow...start of with a little puff from a cigarette...weed perhaps...alcohol... Soon enough you like the world you see through the shade of intoxication better than your reality... But the real drug is wanting people's acceptance ...change your style around a couple times, until you find the one that gets you the most compliments...your biggest desire now, is to be desired...you value your worth by the amount of ****** in your dm ,the amount of girls you can get with,or your ability to land the prettiest or most difficult, the amount of likes...your ego begins to grow and so does your hunger to feed it. You tell yourself that you do not need the validation of anyone, but that's all you crave because deep down in your heart of hearts, your biggest fear is to be forgotten .

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC

lisa-lesetedi

Not a poem.

Let's tap into someone's mind Young you understood that life was fine if you obeyed the rules your parents/guardian had set...Your goal was to do this...until you were old enough to understand what the television shows you were watching were saying...then your goal was to become rich ,find the love of your life and travel the world unraveling secrets that don't really exist. You tell yourself your life will not be complete if you do not achieve this...because this is the definition of success ...you gain a few more years and start to experiment with other things that could fill your hollow...start of with a little puff from a cigarette...weed perhaps...alcohol... Soon enough you like the world you see through the shade of intoxication better than your reality... But the real drug is wanting people's acceptance ...change your style around a couple times, until you find the one that gets you the most compliments...your biggest desire now, is to be desired...you value your worth by the amount of ****** in your dm ,the amount of girls you can get with,or your ability to land the prettiest or most difficult, the amount of likes...your ego begins to grow and so does your hunger to feed it. You tell yourself that you do not need the validation of anyone, but that's all you crave because deep down in your heart of hearts, your biggest fear is to be forgotten .

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There is struggle in every beginning. What to write in these blank pages? We get stuck in every white space we see We stop in every blank space We stare We try to start Words don't come easy We struggle for ideas We fumble for words The thought process stops. Catharsis. The ideas flood our brains The ideas pour The brain leaks of ideas But we struggle for structure For there is none in these blank pages, white spaces There is none. We try to achieve form and flow But there are none All we have are fragments of thoughts of words It's a stacatto of ideas. Without rhythm Without melody Without harmony For there are none in these blank pages There are none in these white spaces The words are just lines are just dots are just strokes that will never make sense In these white spaces In these blank pages This beautiful mess.

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC

lpdml

Blank pages

There is struggle in every beginning. What to write in these blank pages? We get stuck in every white space we see We stop in every blank space We stare We try to start Words don't come easy We struggle for ideas We fumble for words The thought process stops. Catharsis. The ideas flood our brains The ideas pour The brain leaks of ideas But we struggle for structure For there is none in these blank pages, white spaces There is none. We try to achieve form and flow But there are none All we have are fragments of thoughts of words It's a stacatto of ideas. Without rhythm Without melody Without harmony For there are none in these blank pages There are none in these white spaces The words are just lines are just dots are just strokes that will never make sense In these white spaces In these blank pages This beautiful mess.

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