#whoever - Hello Poetry

happy new year to anyone who reads this **** we’ve come a long way, huh? even though i might not know you, still proud of you people go through **** and for that, **** are appreciated a little bit more so, if you’re going through something just know, ***** happening for a reason everything’s going to be okay and i know that’s easy to say but trust, whatever you’re going through is part of your “journey” your story nothing is given to you what you can’t handle so, have a clear mindset for 2020 be ready to succeed in 2020 and to be whatever and do whatever the **** you want in 2020 i might not know you but i love you and grateful that you’re here to see 2020 salute to you❤️

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Jan 1, 2020

Jan 1, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC

KelsLatrice

PROUD OF YOU: 2020

happy new year to anyone who reads this **** we’ve come a long way, huh? even though i might not know you, still proud of you people go through **** and for that, **** are appreciated a little bit more so, if you’re going through something just know, ***** happening for a reason everything’s going to be okay and i know that’s easy to say but trust, whatever you’re going through is part of your “journey” your story nothing is given to you what you can’t handle so, have a clear mindset for 2020 be ready to succeed in 2020 and to be whatever and do whatever the **** you want in 2020 i might not know you but i love you and grateful that you’re here to see 2020 salute to you❤️

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Yesterday the ever-present dead trees that lined my childhood road Decended deep into the stream, Killed a woman One soul Smashed deep against the windshield And with drops of coconut blood And leftover grocery lists And sunken perfume How could it be like this? But man What a way to go A funeral procession of thousands Stopped for miles Wondering What could you have been? Your ten-milisecond Moment of fame And the hours after you cease to know Like the most unfortunate poet They saw you for what you were And wondered... It was you God chose you And brought you home with the gleaming face Of a modern-day natural Valkyrie I went the back way that day After becoming impatient for an exit Ironic Really And so I guess you came into my mind Absently Knowing that every plaque in the continental Artery Is you acting a little bit too quickly So I looked you up on the phone And said thanks For whatever you did As a soul Here and back again Unexpected.

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC

TimelessWave

680 Corridor

Yesterday the ever-present dead trees that lined my childhood road Decended deep into the stream, Killed a woman One soul Smashed deep against the windshield And with drops of coconut blood And leftover grocery lists And sunken perfume How could it be like this? But man What a way to go A funeral procession of thousands Stopped for miles Wondering What could you have been? Your ten-milisecond Moment of fame And the hours after you cease to know Like the most unfortunate poet They saw you for what you were And wondered... It was you God chose you And brought you home with the gleaming face Of a modern-day natural Valkyrie I went the back way that day After becoming impatient for an exit Ironic Really And so I guess you came into my mind Absently Knowing that every plaque in the continental Artery Is you acting a little bit too quickly So I looked you up on the phone And said thanks For whatever you did As a soul Here and back again Unexpected.

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*I'd write a town into existence for you If you'd just end my agony And let me be Me*

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Jun 25, 2017

Jun 25, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Whoever You Are

*I'd write a town into existence for you If you'd just end my agony And let me be Me*

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*And here I wait To find my whoever Wherever she maybe*

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC

wonderless

Here I wait

*And here I wait To find my whoever Wherever she maybe*

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Happy new year everyone May I hear a response? my skeleton of the new year hangovers of last year Debts carried forward To begin from borrowing Just to have a chapati In last year's clothes.... What will good be made of this year? Just in ***** thoughts of last year Just weak in spirit of motivation Weak body Weak joints But strong desire to make good of today Will I? I just go near death And My poems ink are rotting over paper Waiting to be published Oh no no no no! Like I call it my new year.

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC

kfc

New year!

Happy new year everyone May I hear a response? my skeleton of the new year hangovers of last year Debts carried forward To begin from borrowing Just to have a chapati In last year's clothes.... What will good be made of this year? Just in ***** thoughts of last year Just weak in spirit of motivation Weak body Weak joints But strong desire to make good of today Will I? I just go near death And My poems ink are rotting over paper Waiting to be published Oh no no no no! Like I call it my new year.

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I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it. Blue Heart You were 18, so many years in front of you. It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go. I saw it in your sunken eyes. The vacant stare and sad dark eyes. I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night. So much going around but you were too calm too collected. too inside your mind for us. I knew that blank expression from experience All too well. You screamed for help silent and loud I reached for your hand but you f e l l You were poised and calm Broken but full of love. All I wanted to do was help you. you were standing still when the world went on and it did go on, it did, without you. When you were standing there at the edge I wondered about you, all in my head. We were short lived, a friendship that was fast. You came, changed me, then you left. it came and went in a flash. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not cross with you. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no Your color was blue Blue heart, blue veins Blue is the color of our planet from far far away we wore it proud it was all for you, a blue solemn silence. and the world spun fast and all the people hurried fast, real fast and no one ever smiled. You weren’t all there, in that head of yours. dark and empty you were sad but you lived like you would die tomorrow tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Meeting you was bitter you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache you put me through shame and shock All I wanted was you by my side, and you there was not. Meeting you was sweet you gave me smiles and laughs, good music and thoughts you gave me a feeling of friendship and care. All I wanted was you by my side, but you were not there. You were poised and calm, you rubbed off on me. I was hyped and excited you called me “ADHD” You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere, with **** in the glove compartment. but you didn’t care. Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud. You drove in silence, thinking no doubt. You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade when we were together you took me away. I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves. We talked about the world We talked about life You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve. Whoever planted that seed had some **** nerve you wrote like me but I wrote for myself you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not mad. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no When you were gone I read and I read i wanted to know exactly when you felt what you felt. You called me your jav friend you called me your angel You are up there watching over me I yelled and screamed I couldn’t breathe. I shut them out, I cursed at you. I hated you I cried for you I only see you in my head Dreaming once and a while of your smile, of your eyes but they are never dark they are never sad they are never empty The vacant stare is not there. your hair is a giant mess and I freeze that moment right there. You said you were alone you said it was a secret you asked me about my darkest and you told me all your secrets I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon. tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Now I wear a band on my wrist and pray for your peace that is all I have left, but you mean so much to me. I hope you are happy, I hope your journey has ended and you found what you wanted My heart was once broken but soon if all this is true it will be mended.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC

hannah-anderson-1

Blue Heart

I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it. Blue Heart You were 18, so many years in front of you. It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go. I saw it in your sunken eyes. The vacant stare and sad dark eyes. I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night. So much going around but you were too calm too collected. too inside your mind for us. I knew that blank expression from experience All too well. You screamed for help silent and loud I reached for your hand but you f e l l You were poised and calm Broken but full of love. All I wanted to do was help you. you were standing still when the world went on and it did go on, it did, without you. When you were standing there at the edge I wondered about you, all in my head. We were short lived, a friendship that was fast. You came, changed me, then you left. it came and went in a flash. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not cross with you. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no Your color was blue Blue heart, blue veins Blue is the color of our planet from far far away we wore it proud it was all for you, a blue solemn silence. and the world spun fast and all the people hurried fast, real fast and no one ever smiled. You weren’t all there, in that head of yours. dark and empty you were sad but you lived like you would die tomorrow tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Meeting you was bitter you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache you put me through shame and shock All I wanted was you by my side, and you there was not. Meeting you was sweet you gave me smiles and laughs, good music and thoughts you gave me a feeling of friendship and care. All I wanted was you by my side, but you were not there. You were poised and calm, you rubbed off on me. I was hyped and excited you called me “ADHD” You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere, with **** in the glove compartment. but you didn’t care. Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud. You drove in silence, thinking no doubt. You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade when we were together you took me away. I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves. We talked about the world We talked about life You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve. Whoever planted that seed had some **** nerve you wrote like me but I wrote for myself you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else. I knew when no one else could guess. you put it all on me, didn’t you. but I was not mad. Heartbroken, yes scared, yes alone, yes mad, no When you were gone I read and I read i wanted to know exactly when you felt what you felt. You called me your jav friend you called me your angel You are up there watching over me I yelled and screamed I couldn’t breathe. I shut them out, I cursed at you. I hated you I cried for you I only see you in my head Dreaming once and a while of your smile, of your eyes but they are never dark they are never sad they are never empty The vacant stare is not there. your hair is a giant mess and I freeze that moment right there. You said you were alone you said it was a secret you asked me about my darkest and you told me all your secrets I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon. tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you. it was always up to you. Now I wear a band on my wrist and pray for your peace that is all I have left, but you mean so much to me. I hope you are happy, I hope your journey has ended and you found what you wanted My heart was once broken but soon if all this is true it will be mended.

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