#unsaved - Hello Poetry

I met the Soul, And she was empty. She was exhausted, unattached. She wandered charily, Taking the back streets, Not to be noticed. She was unsaved. Was she abused? Was she just given up? She walked so poor, not oneself. "Why are you suffering?" - I asked her heedfully. And lo I realized: It's my Soul herself.

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Apr 9, 2025

Apr 9, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC

LoveMelody

The Soul

I met the Soul, And she was empty. She was exhausted, unattached. She wandered charily, Taking the back streets, Not to be noticed. She was unsaved. Was she abused? Was she just given up? She walked so poor, not oneself. "Why are you suffering?" - I asked her heedfully. And lo I realized: It's my Soul herself.

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i tell everyone else to love themselves and tell them they're worth it but what about me? forever talking people down off ledges just pushes me off faster i don't feel like i'm falling anymore i feel like i'm dead too far gone to save what does that make me?

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC

thunderstorm-7

still waiting_what about me?

i tell everyone else to love themselves and tell them they're worth it but what about me? forever talking people down off ledges just pushes me off faster i don't feel like i'm falling anymore i feel like i'm dead too far gone to save what does that make me?

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The winter breeze hugs me tight, and my heart becomes as cold as ice. No one dares to keep me warm nor bring back its fire. Because doing so means you have to die.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC

amjesison

Doomed

The winter breeze hugs me tight, and my heart becomes as cold as ice. No one dares to keep me warm nor bring back its fire. Because doing so means you have to die.

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If you're having issues your prose and your words, unsaved try making them as "Draft" they auto save, that way and then you can edit them, into public :D

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

####NOTICE####

If you're having issues your prose and your words, unsaved try making them as "Draft" they auto save, that way and then you can edit them, into public :D

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You were a statement, a brick wall, covered in small pieces of graffiti, lost in a noisy city. Barely noticed. So you changed. You tore yourself down, giving away pieces to anyone who would take them destroying the subtle art. I had to leave, unable to stand the gravel of you at my feet, like a part of me was in that rubble. They all noticed you then a small glimpse from the corner of their eyes, no one pays attention to a neon jumble. When I came back you had lost all but three spray painted pieces, no matter how much I tried I couldn't recreate you Nothing will live in the broken space you once occupied completely, so I walked away for good You are not salvageable.

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC

Not-Me

Unsalvagable

You were a statement, a brick wall, covered in small pieces of graffiti, lost in a noisy city. Barely noticed. So you changed. You tore yourself down, giving away pieces to anyone who would take them destroying the subtle art. I had to leave, unable to stand the gravel of you at my feet, like a part of me was in that rubble. They all noticed you then a small glimpse from the corner of their eyes, no one pays attention to a neon jumble. When I came back you had lost all but three spray painted pieces, no matter how much I tried I couldn't recreate you Nothing will live in the broken space you once occupied completely, so I walked away for good You are not salvageable.

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***IF YOU READ NONE OF MY OTHER POETRY, PLEASE READ THIS!*** Knock, knock - Who's there? Is anybody home? The lights are on, but you are gone... It's silent as a tomb. Knock, knock - Who's there? Listen to the sound! He waits for you! You know it's true! But you are not around... When Jesus is a'knocking At your heart's fast door, You appear to close your ears... Do YOU know WHAT'S IN STORE? We DON'T all go to heaven... YES! There is a hell! You will find that you are blind Believin' a tall tale! *I am a "good" person! I'm helpful, and I give! It's okay to be this way! I live and let live...*. NO! Jesus lead the sinless life And gave it up for YOU! Let Him in, He'll take your sin, For He is kind and true! There are NONE "good" people! Folks! We're near the END! Satan promotes his lies and gloats, You'd best believe it, friend. We ALL sin, and like as not God CAN hold a grudge! I don't know why we try and try To say He doesn't *judge! This means YOU TOO, Believers!* You'd best have a care... Be ye pure, or you'll endure The same fate sinners share! This is simply Bible. God, the temple left! Ezekiel. You know full well. It was then BEREFT!!! CHRISTIANS! Are you holy? Have you sinned enuf? He is God - He's not a CLOD! He don't put up with GUFF!!! Do I sound like I'm frightened? You BET! I am afraid. There is grace, but it's a *race! I may NOT make the grade!* We CAN blame the devil, And that is just a shame... He tempts us all, but please recall REBUKE! In JESUS NAME! **Adam blamed the WOMAN. Eve... she blamed the SNAKE... Holy SMOKES! C'mon folks! HOW MUCH CAN GOD TAKE???!!!** Knock, knock - Who's there? Christ died that we may LIVE! Open up and *drink the cup! Then He can FORGIVE!* If you don't, please hear me. You'll believe a LIE. You may well end up in hell... **So kiss your soul GOODBYE.** SoulSurvivor (C) 6/12/2014 This poem is a spoken-word vidio on YouTube... https://youtu.be/PbD84Tuydxw

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Jesus Calls

***IF YOU READ NONE OF MY OTHER POETRY, PLEASE READ THIS!*** Knock, knock - Who's there? Is anybody home? The lights are on, but you are gone... It's silent as a tomb. Knock, knock - Who's there? Listen to the sound! He waits for you! You know it's true! But you are not around... When Jesus is a'knocking At your heart's fast door, You appear to close your ears... Do YOU know WHAT'S IN STORE? We DON'T all go to heaven... YES! There is a hell! You will find that you are blind Believin' a tall tale! *I am a "good" person! I'm helpful, and I give! It's okay to be this way! I live and let live...*. NO! Jesus lead the sinless life And gave it up for YOU! Let Him in, He'll take your sin, For He is kind and true! There are NONE "good" people! Folks! We're near the END! Satan promotes his lies and gloats, You'd best believe it, friend. We ALL sin, and like as not God CAN hold a grudge! I don't know why we try and try To say He doesn't *judge! This means YOU TOO, Believers!* You'd best have a care... Be ye pure, or you'll endure The same fate sinners share! This is simply Bible. God, the temple left! Ezekiel. You know full well. It was then BEREFT!!! CHRISTIANS! Are you holy? Have you sinned enuf? He is God - He's not a CLOD! He don't put up with GUFF!!! Do I sound like I'm frightened? You BET! I am afraid. There is grace, but it's a *race! I may NOT make the grade!* We CAN blame the devil, And that is just a shame... He tempts us all, but please recall REBUKE! In JESUS NAME! **Adam blamed the WOMAN. Eve... she blamed the SNAKE... Holy SMOKES! C'mon folks! HOW MUCH CAN GOD TAKE???!!!** Knock, knock - Who's there? Christ died that we may LIVE! Open up and *drink the cup! Then He can FORGIVE!* If you don't, please hear me. You'll believe a LIE. You may well end up in hell... **So kiss your soul GOODBYE.** SoulSurvivor (C) 6/12/2014 This poem is a spoken-word vidio on YouTube... https://youtu.be/PbD84Tuydxw

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You don't own me I am not one of your possessions you left at your mamas house Something you grew apart from as you aged, yet still think about often and sometimes even go back for You don't own me I can't be used at your disposal during convenience Like a tool to fix your brokenness and when completed you put me in a box to come back to later You don't own me My words are my own and I can't be corrected. I am not a college paper to be reviewed and scored My actions are mine and your opinion is irrelevant You do not own me

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

paperclippoems

You Do Not Own Me

You don't own me I am not one of your possessions you left at your mamas house Something you grew apart from as you aged, yet still think about often and sometimes even go back for You don't own me I can't be used at your disposal during convenience Like a tool to fix your brokenness and when completed you put me in a box to come back to later You don't own me My words are my own and I can't be corrected. I am not a college paper to be reviewed and scored My actions are mine and your opinion is irrelevant You do not own me

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