#whateven - Hello Poetry

Am I lunatic Hypersensitive Overanalytical Supercritical Manic yet depressive Compassionate and understanding Closed off but wishing youd hold me Celebrating the solstice, In control but only of the opportunities presented I come out in the night to worship the moon Lunatic Why is your eye twitching, red with tears might be rage I thought you said you said you wouldn’t quiver in the face of uncertainty Bask in the darkness your dance will lead the light to you

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

chriscs44

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Am I lunatic Hypersensitive Overanalytical Supercritical Manic yet depressive Compassionate and understanding Closed off but wishing youd hold me Celebrating the solstice, In control but only of the opportunities presented I come out in the night to worship the moon Lunatic Why is your eye twitching, red with tears might be rage I thought you said you said you wouldn’t quiver in the face of uncertainty Bask in the darkness your dance will lead the light to you

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Wears "Beware of Dog" sign

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC

Swingline

To Those Who Assume I Am A *****

Wears "Beware of Dog" sign

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I've had a series of dreams where things went differently then they did in real life. Where nobody left. And nobody was hurt. One dream in particular keeps coming back, the one where nothing really makes sense, but it makes me feel better sometimes. I remember running, and she was beside me. But I immediately knew it was a dream because she was taller than me. She's never been taller than me. And here I am... Running beside a 5 foot 8 version of my once best friend. What?! This dream is so weird.. and yet it feels so normal. She's never had to look down to see me. Heck, she's never had a reason to look up to me either. For height eye contact or otherwise. And somehow this dream follows me, her, and her significant other into a building. I'm in a hallway saying that I'm on my way to a specific room. She says she'll follow me there. For some reason, because this is a dream, I go to a completely different room, a shop actually. Woodshop. Like the one I went to at school. I don't even know what I'm doing there, I'm not sanding or doing any work, they are. I don't know what they're doing, I'm watching this alternate version of a person just... Exist. And suddenly she cuts her hand on a saw blade. Much like I have in shop class. I don't panic, I grab paper towel, and start wrapping her hand. She's gonna be fine. She's gonna be fine.. There's no dialogue, nobody says anything, I'm just taking care of someone I care about. This dream is just playing out. I wake up... I feel content and somewhat happy for a second. But then I remember I was dreaming. I was dreaming... And that's okay. But I return to a reality where none of that happened. And I suddenly feel the utopic dream leave me. I can't even remember most of the dream, and this is all I have. This isn't the first time I've woken up from a better dream life to find that I'm here. But I do need to realize that I'm here. Despite everything.

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

Swingline

Dream Sequence

I've had a series of dreams where things went differently then they did in real life. Where nobody left. And nobody was hurt. One dream in particular keeps coming back, the one where nothing really makes sense, but it makes me feel better sometimes. I remember running, and she was beside me. But I immediately knew it was a dream because she was taller than me. She's never been taller than me. And here I am... Running beside a 5 foot 8 version of my once best friend. What?! This dream is so weird.. and yet it feels so normal. She's never had to look down to see me. Heck, she's never had a reason to look up to me either. For height eye contact or otherwise. And somehow this dream follows me, her, and her significant other into a building. I'm in a hallway saying that I'm on my way to a specific room. She says she'll follow me there. For some reason, because this is a dream, I go to a completely different room, a shop actually. Woodshop. Like the one I went to at school. I don't even know what I'm doing there, I'm not sanding or doing any work, they are. I don't know what they're doing, I'm watching this alternate version of a person just... Exist. And suddenly she cuts her hand on a saw blade. Much like I have in shop class. I don't panic, I grab paper towel, and start wrapping her hand. She's gonna be fine. She's gonna be fine.. There's no dialogue, nobody says anything, I'm just taking care of someone I care about. This dream is just playing out. I wake up... I feel content and somewhat happy for a second. But then I remember I was dreaming. I was dreaming... And that's okay. But I return to a reality where none of that happened. And I suddenly feel the utopic dream leave me. I can't even remember most of the dream, and this is all I have. This isn't the first time I've woken up from a better dream life to find that I'm here. But I do need to realize that I'm here. Despite everything.

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You have to let me feel this okay? And **** you if you think that we are getting better. We're not. You're not. Everyone is sick of hearing about this. Why can't you drop it? Because it means something right? I've fought for this. I deserve a better ending than this. You coward. You've done nothing but run. You can't keep work on track to save your life. Everything has gone awry and you can't help but watch from the sidelines. What the hell are you doing? Pick yourself up and be happy like everyone tells you to. Nobody wants to be around someone who makes them feel as sad as they are. Your emotions are ******* contagious. Why are you doing this to yourself? It would be so easy to just be happy like everyone else. But no, you decide to be a ******* and be stubborn about it. Stop it. STOP IT! I don't deserve this. Give me something else. I will not drive myself to the edge by standing on one higher than most of my hopes. Don't give me what can happen. I want good and I want it from somewhere I can't comprehend. I want my life. Don't you? Nobody gets what they want. Stop. Where are you? Stop it. You are ******* unbelievable. Don't. You're sick and susceptible to getting even more sick the more you haul your body around. You act like you're drunk, and you don't even care. I do care. Act like it. I do. ******** Nobody suspects what they can't bring themselves to see. You don't even want help do you? You just want this pain until you're nothing but that. I WANT TO GO HOME.. I want to go home... Have you been writing suicide notes again? No. Don't end them with "I'll be home soon". I don't. I don't end them because I'm not finished here. I don't want this. I don't need this. YOU HAVE TO LET ME FEEL THIS. Please. Do not make me guilty for crimes I didn't even know existed. People have done worse things. And yet they get second chances all the **** time. Where are you? Stop it. Who are you kidding? You're nothing. You can't decide if you want to suffer or make others suffer for what they did to you. So instead you complain like a ***** and nothing gets done. Why can't you just accept what happened? Because it meant everything to me. And nothing has happened to acknowledge how much this changed my life in the worst way possible. Stop chasing me. You know I can't do that. Haven't I already paid for all of this? Yes? So what gives? Something has to. Or someone. I already have. And I'm ready to go home.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC

Swingline

A Fight With Myself

You have to let me feel this okay? And **** you if you think that we are getting better. We're not. You're not. Everyone is sick of hearing about this. Why can't you drop it? Because it means something right? I've fought for this. I deserve a better ending than this. You coward. You've done nothing but run. You can't keep work on track to save your life. Everything has gone awry and you can't help but watch from the sidelines. What the hell are you doing? Pick yourself up and be happy like everyone tells you to. Nobody wants to be around someone who makes them feel as sad as they are. Your emotions are ******* contagious. Why are you doing this to yourself? It would be so easy to just be happy like everyone else. But no, you decide to be a ******* and be stubborn about it. Stop it. STOP IT! I don't deserve this. Give me something else. I will not drive myself to the edge by standing on one higher than most of my hopes. Don't give me what can happen. I want good and I want it from somewhere I can't comprehend. I want my life. Don't you? Nobody gets what they want. Stop. Where are you? Stop it. You are ******* unbelievable. Don't. You're sick and susceptible to getting even more sick the more you haul your body around. You act like you're drunk, and you don't even care. I do care. Act like it. I do. ******** Nobody suspects what they can't bring themselves to see. You don't even want help do you? You just want this pain until you're nothing but that. I WANT TO GO HOME.. I want to go home... Have you been writing suicide notes again? No. Don't end them with "I'll be home soon". I don't. I don't end them because I'm not finished here. I don't want this. I don't need this. YOU HAVE TO LET ME FEEL THIS. Please. Do not make me guilty for crimes I didn't even know existed. People have done worse things. And yet they get second chances all the **** time. Where are you? Stop it. Who are you kidding? You're nothing. You can't decide if you want to suffer or make others suffer for what they did to you. So instead you complain like a ***** and nothing gets done. Why can't you just accept what happened? Because it meant everything to me. And nothing has happened to acknowledge how much this changed my life in the worst way possible. Stop chasing me. You know I can't do that. Haven't I already paid for all of this? Yes? So what gives? Something has to. Or someone. I already have. And I'm ready to go home.

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So, I guess I'll start by saying that I have not done much to accomplish my goal of staying awake. I mean, usually I can just will power my way through it. But that doesn't always work. And I don't expect it to. Second thing, I have no idea how to combat my sleep patterns. I mean it's sort of unpredictable and inconsistent. So maybe I will sleep just because. Not because I want to, but because I can. And my current situation is sort of battling that decision of "sleep of no sleep". Anyways... It's a process that I'd rather not go through at the moment. So the sleep aside, I think that excitement of getting to Paris is nothing short of overwhelming. but the curiosity of what it's going to be like is a weird thrill. Wondering what it'll be like to live there for a week. I'm still sort of nervous about it all and I'm still getting used to the though of it all. So I guess I won't have much more to say until we actually get there. And I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to get there.

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Apr 21, 2017

Apr 21, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC

Swingline

Second Flight [Part III] (And 6 Hours Beside A Guy)

So, I guess I'll start by saying that I have not done much to accomplish my goal of staying awake. I mean, usually I can just will power my way through it. But that doesn't always work. And I don't expect it to. Second thing, I have no idea how to combat my sleep patterns. I mean it's sort of unpredictable and inconsistent. So maybe I will sleep just because. Not because I want to, but because I can. And my current situation is sort of battling that decision of "sleep of no sleep". Anyways... It's a process that I'd rather not go through at the moment. So the sleep aside, I think that excitement of getting to Paris is nothing short of overwhelming. but the curiosity of what it's going to be like is a weird thrill. Wondering what it'll be like to live there for a week. I'm still sort of nervous about it all and I'm still getting used to the though of it all. So I guess I won't have much more to say until we actually get there. And I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to get there.

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I could write a meaningful story with a meaningful message for you to carry with you into the future and beyond. No, I don't think I have enough time to create a picture in your mind of what I have to say. There is nothing to gain or give to the words I write in the time I have left. How about 5? < 5. Would you be able to pull this off by then? I can't and I have < 10. Maybe it's easy for you, but accept the fact that it is not easy to write good poetry with purpose and meaning and feeling and anything that is important to you in < 10 minutes...

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC

Swingline

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I could write a meaningful story with a meaningful message for you to carry with you into the future and beyond. No, I don't think I have enough time to create a picture in your mind of what I have to say. There is nothing to gain or give to the words I write in the time I have left. How about 5? < 5. Would you be able to pull this off by then? I can't and I have < 10. Maybe it's easy for you, but accept the fact that it is not easy to write good poetry with purpose and meaning and feeling and anything that is important to you in < 10 minutes...

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Not a poet. Not a poet. Not a poet. And I know it.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC

Swingline

Pointless

Not a poet. Not a poet. Not a poet. And I know it.

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I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Fourteen years old I love you, Called out, A promise of returned affection Timid, unsure A response to Insecurities. Not true. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Fifteen years old Distrustful Cynical Confused Emotions flapping about like lost geese Nothing like all the before’s So this is what must be True. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Sixteen years old, That feeling Tumultuous but calming Broken yet whole Lost but found Your deep, beautiful eyes Painful beyond belief, yet the best thing I’ve ever felt Simply, it's true I love you. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Seventeen years old, It’s true What is? That You’re my truth And I love you. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted yet True. Seventeen years old, I love you But… I ****** up I love you But… I kissed someone else We never set boundaries But…. I know I did wrong I love you But… I truly can’t be with you right now. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Seventeen years old, You’re awesome We’re so similar So, I love you? No, I realize that belongs to someone else, But you think it's yours. And that isn't true. **** I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Seventeen years old, I hate myself Because I’ve hurt you Your pain is killing me Though really, it’s me Killing you I love you, It's true. But, How can you ever forgive me? I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, I love you It’s true But you’re broken still And I wish I could heal the horror I caused For you. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, I love you Whispered gently Deeply Truly I want to kiss you I want to hold you I want to be with you Can we, please? I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, Yes. We can. I love you too. I still truly do. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, I love you But… Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you talk to me instead of hiding behind the texts? What’s happening? Please. Don’t do it this way. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, Tears Broken Mind exploding with assumptions Intuition telling the worst of tales Distrustful Hurt Why this pain? I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, Bitter Am I jealous? This isn’t good… What’s happened to me? Helpless and Still true I love you But... Who knows why? I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, And here come apologies A letter…. I love letters And I love you too Still, Somehow. It's true. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old I don’t know what’s wrong with me Sad Hurt Insecure Doubtful Distrustful Broken Beyond belief Empty. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old And I keep crying I cried because you were so caring towards to me the other day And it was so sweet. I cried because you hugged me and let me cry on you I cried because I love staring into your deep soulful eyes I cried because I feel so much, all the time, for you I cried because sometimes I truly hate how much I love you. I love you, Goodnight Every night, since forever ago Rhythm Routine Family, friends Taken for granted, yet True. Eighteen years old, And goodnight dear one, I still really do love you. And, I promise you All of this is true.

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC

word-dancer

For Those I've Truly Loved

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Gone like memories trailing through the years Back again, like deja vu down a river of tears Gone like ink to paper, Gone like autumn leaves into a momentous nothing Gone like a mug of tea Gone like petals torn from a rose Like confidence and living A song of time, composed.

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

word-dancer

Gone

Gone like memories trailing through the years Back again, like deja vu down a river of tears Gone like ink to paper, Gone like autumn leaves into a momentous nothing Gone like a mug of tea Gone like petals torn from a rose Like confidence and living A song of time, composed.

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It's crazy how The phone rings and I'm disappointed that The person I thought I loved the most calls. Because I realize, I can't Love them that much If I'm here Wishing they were you.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC

diana-c

Life calls

It's crazy how The phone rings and I'm disappointed that The person I thought I loved the most calls. Because I realize, I can't Love them that much If I'm here Wishing they were you.

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