"attatchments" poems - Hello Poetry

No strings attatched? He asked I laughed at that As I watched my skin break into threads Intertwined and braided all the way to your place in my head Visualizing these strings leaving my body and landing around your throat While I agree in the hopes of you saying just kidding to the words you just wrote You see I am made of strings And other types of attatchments that lead to things Like getting hurt when a boy asks to be no strings attached When it was coincidentally to him that I was latched Not to mention, this boy in question never prior showed these intentions A flirty smile here or there to me meant he might want to date The Hopeless romantic in me says he might be fate When in reality he was waiting until it got late to ask me to hook up like an animal looking for a mate Prince Charming with no charm All you did was cause me harm So when you ask a girl to be friends with benefits And in her heart she has made you a resident, Use some of the tact that this boy lacked Knowing that once you're involved There is no going back

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC

elasticchoker

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No strings attatched? He asked I laughed at that As I watched my skin break into threads Intertwined and braided all the way to your place in my head Visualizing these strings leaving my body and landing around your throat While I agree in the hopes of you saying just kidding to the words you just wrote You see I am made of strings And other types of attatchments that lead to things Like getting hurt when a boy asks to be no strings attached When it was coincidentally to him that I was latched Not to mention, this boy in question never prior showed these intentions A flirty smile here or there to me meant he might want to date The Hopeless romantic in me says he might be fate When in reality he was waiting until it got late to ask me to hook up like an animal looking for a mate Prince Charming with no charm All you did was cause me harm So when you ask a girl to be friends with benefits And in her heart she has made you a resident, Use some of the tact that this boy lacked Knowing that once you're involved There is no going back

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How do you come to know if there's attatchment in you..? How can you say that you feel connected to someone..? Is it by the fact of feeling hurt when someone tells u something..? Or by the hurt you feel when you say something to someone and then the despair runs through your veins to your mind cuz of the guilt that rises due to your actions..? Or by the ***** in your heart when the veritable verdict enlightens you after your words attack the Victim..? Or otherwise is it the simple but the only strong feeling of being carried away when you leave all the world around you and close your eyes concentrating on the point exactly between your eyebrows, thinking of the pure miniscule that was present, before the Creator, destroyer and the protector were seperated, and then flowing in the energy of that miniscule..? Attatchment and hurt always work like the process which involves equilibria.. And when they both take part in the chemical reaction, that takes place in the mind, Life is defined Partly.. But The happiness associated with the mould that consists attatchment and hurt is of the pleasure that seeps in to your body knowingly pursuading bliss.. But the happiness associated with the dedication of your soul to the non-material world is of the pleasure that licks your sensational nerves in your brain pursuading Ecstasy.. So whenever someone asks you how can you be attatched, with someone or the one that lives in everyone, then by not evoking a discussion tell them, "its simple to ask, but complicated to explain" . . . - Mahesh Hegde.

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC

mahesh-hegde

Attatchments

How do you come to know if there's attatchment in you..? How can you say that you feel connected to someone..? Is it by the fact of feeling hurt when someone tells u something..? Or by the hurt you feel when you say something to someone and then the despair runs through your veins to your mind cuz of the guilt that rises due to your actions..? Or by the ***** in your heart when the veritable verdict enlightens you after your words attack the Victim..? Or otherwise is it the simple but the only strong feeling of being carried away when you leave all the world around you and close your eyes concentrating on the point exactly between your eyebrows, thinking of the pure miniscule that was present, before the Creator, destroyer and the protector were seperated, and then flowing in the energy of that miniscule..? Attatchment and hurt always work like the process which involves equilibria.. And when they both take part in the chemical reaction, that takes place in the mind, Life is defined Partly.. But The happiness associated with the mould that consists attatchment and hurt is of the pleasure that seeps in to your body knowingly pursuading bliss.. But the happiness associated with the dedication of your soul to the non-material world is of the pleasure that licks your sensational nerves in your brain pursuading Ecstasy.. So whenever someone asks you how can you be attatched, with someone or the one that lives in everyone, then by not evoking a discussion tell them, "its simple to ask, but complicated to explain" . . . - Mahesh Hegde.

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To split the skin And feel the pain Is a familiar numbing thing. The year is ending Closing the door to the last 365 days It all will repeat. Everything is the same And everything is meaningless. Nothing is the same And yet it's all still meaningless. No one understands this white noise that surrounds me But the blade never fails me And my thoughts never leave me. No attachments to people, no attatchments to life.

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Dec 31, 2012

Dec 31, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC

anonymous-9

End of the year.

To split the skin And feel the pain Is a familiar numbing thing. The year is ending Closing the door to the last 365 days It all will repeat. Everything is the same And everything is meaningless. Nothing is the same And yet it's all still meaningless. No one understands this white noise that surrounds me But the blade never fails me And my thoughts never leave me. No attachments to people, no attatchments to life.

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Pointless existence caught some where between wanting to be and ceasing to exist. Each day seems more like An imagining. Who am i, but these the thoughts And restless energy. Days when I am tired Surrendering to death So sleep indefinite. I would come back better Cleaner than before. Be a new imagining Yet who am i, These thoughts, This restless energy. I expend at the plight of my desire Edging toward meaningful attatchments. And this is what I make. Caught in between Pointlessness And purpose. Yet who am I These thoughts Or this restless energy.

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC

halleydavis

Existential christos

Pointless existence caught some where between wanting to be and ceasing to exist. Each day seems more like An imagining. Who am i, but these the thoughts And restless energy. Days when I am tired Surrendering to death So sleep indefinite. I would come back better Cleaner than before. Be a new imagining Yet who am i, These thoughts, This restless energy. I expend at the plight of my desire Edging toward meaningful attatchments. And this is what I make. Caught in between Pointlessness And purpose. Yet who am I These thoughts Or this restless energy.

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