#whatamidoing - Hello Poetry

My head is a pub My thoughts, the chain-smokers Clouding my mind and vision With fumes of false perception My emotions, the drunkards They stagger from one wall to another Wreak the most havoc Together, they rage a war with my sanity Destroying my pub's peace And there is the blaring music, sounding from an overhead television A voice convincing me, I am rotten to the core As I sink to the floor And tears well up my eyes And my soul melts I had a meltdown again, Mum...

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC

PencilSharpnr2002

A taste into a teenage mind

My head is a pub My thoughts, the chain-smokers Clouding my mind and vision With fumes of false perception My emotions, the drunkards They stagger from one wall to another Wreak the most havoc Together, they rage a war with my sanity Destroying my pub's peace And there is the blaring music, sounding from an overhead television A voice convincing me, I am rotten to the core As I sink to the floor And tears well up my eyes And my soul melts I had a meltdown again, Mum...

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Is this it? Is it? Can it be? Is this who I am now? Can need **** the wish? How will I fare? Or will I just fail? And do I want to - oh, what do I want? What oh what oh what oh what? If a dream is a wish made by the heart do we **** the heart when we give up the wish? The dream - it's dead. Can the heart beat without it? This new beginning... Oh, it feels like the end.

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC

clara-6

Says Fear

Is this it? Is it? Can it be? Is this who I am now? Can need **** the wish? How will I fare? Or will I just fail? And do I want to - oh, what do I want? What oh what oh what oh what? If a dream is a wish made by the heart do we **** the heart when we give up the wish? The dream - it's dead. Can the heart beat without it? This new beginning... Oh, it feels like the end.

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I can turn you into poetry, But I cannot make you love me.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC

invalid

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I can turn you into poetry, But I cannot make you love me.

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I think, at our cores, no matter how jaded and cynical and bitter and burned we might claim to be — we’re optimists. We like to believe in love and happily ever after, and we like to believe that something is out there waiting for us. And so that is why we hold onto the could have beens, and all of the futures we painted in our heads but were never brave enough to admit. It’s hard to reconcile the fact that maybe, deep down, the way to get what we wanted was just to have The Talk with the other person before the cut-and-run. And that’s on us, and will ever be. When you’re given cute words and quiet moments together, it’s very easy to see that inch and take a mile, but unless you follow through and ask for what you want to receive, you can’t blame anyone else when you’re not given it. But at the very least, if we are all constantly floundering through these almost-relationships together — because after all, it seems like everyone these days has an almost in their history — we can collectively learn, and be a little braver, and say what we want next time. Because after all, we’re optimists. We have to believe in love to survive. There will always be a next time, if only we can lick our wounds and find the courage within ourselves to try again.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC

franki-e

part 5

I think, at our cores, no matter how jaded and cynical and bitter and burned we might claim to be — we’re optimists. We like to believe in love and happily ever after, and we like to believe that something is out there waiting for us. And so that is why we hold onto the could have beens, and all of the futures we painted in our heads but were never brave enough to admit. It’s hard to reconcile the fact that maybe, deep down, the way to get what we wanted was just to have The Talk with the other person before the cut-and-run. And that’s on us, and will ever be. When you’re given cute words and quiet moments together, it’s very easy to see that inch and take a mile, but unless you follow through and ask for what you want to receive, you can’t blame anyone else when you’re not given it. But at the very least, if we are all constantly floundering through these almost-relationships together — because after all, it seems like everyone these days has an almost in their history — we can collectively learn, and be a little braver, and say what we want next time. Because after all, we’re optimists. We have to believe in love to survive. There will always be a next time, if only we can lick our wounds and find the courage within ourselves to try again.

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I don't know what I'm doing anymore but I know I'm doing it all wrong

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC

m-eastman

15w what I'm doing

I don't know what I'm doing anymore but I know I'm doing it all wrong

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you hold my hand as if it's made of glass and you're terrified to shatter me. i've never been so fragile to someone. how did i get so lucky? i can't look at you without my heart driving full speed on the express way. i wish you could hear the way i think about you because i'm sorry i never know what to say and when to say it. but it's okay because someday i'll have collected all of these thoughts and i will put them down on paper. i'll read that paper to you with shaky hands and tears in my eyes and afterwards i'll say "i do." and think to myself, how did i get so lucky? i just hope you will, too. and, you know, maybe you won't, but at least i had the privilege of spending my time with the most beautiful blue eyes in the entire world.

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC

rae12c

luck

you hold my hand as if it's made of glass and you're terrified to shatter me. i've never been so fragile to someone. how did i get so lucky? i can't look at you without my heart driving full speed on the express way. i wish you could hear the way i think about you because i'm sorry i never know what to say and when to say it. but it's okay because someday i'll have collected all of these thoughts and i will put them down on paper. i'll read that paper to you with shaky hands and tears in my eyes and afterwards i'll say "i do." and think to myself, how did i get so lucky? i just hope you will, too. and, you know, maybe you won't, but at least i had the privilege of spending my time with the most beautiful blue eyes in the entire world.

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If I get twelve followers will I be like Jesus?

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC

morrissey-smith

Disciples (10w)

If I get twelve followers will I be like Jesus?

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