"blistening" poems - Hello Poetry

Can't. Won't. Will not. I see you there. My weakness. You aren't always there. You pick And You choose. Heart bump. Instagram. Dread. Same old game. Can't grow up. Can not move on. You're always there. Waiting. Apathy. Desire. Fear. Loathing. A cycle of reincarnation. An atheist Buddha. The same life. Feeling new by it's blistening intensity. Just raw. Festering and sterile. I do blame You. For everything. But I won't walk away from You. Depression is obsession. I'm consumed by You. Cold. Can't see. Can't think. Blood moving eerily. Playing Axis and allies. Can't speak. You hit me the morning after. I don't like myself. I'm late for work. Again. I dissapointed my Father. Again. I Made bad decisions. Again. Even this sick soliloquy, is no therapy for me anymore. You watch me. You'll stay for a while. Your face is painfully expressionless. Your eyes dull. You'll be back again. Like the cold winds and goosebumps. One leading to another. Fading, for only a while. If I make it this time I'll see you on the other side. And if not, at least I'll, go in the light. Even if hell fire is all I right. Maybe You'll be there waiting. And you won't ever go. I'd miss you. I'd miss you so.

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC

john-ashton-upston

A Boy and His Shadow

Can't. Won't. Will not. I see you there. My weakness. You aren't always there. You pick And You choose. Heart bump. Instagram. Dread. Same old game. Can't grow up. Can not move on. You're always there. Waiting. Apathy. Desire. Fear. Loathing. A cycle of reincarnation. An atheist Buddha. The same life. Feeling new by it's blistening intensity. Just raw. Festering and sterile. I do blame You. For everything. But I won't walk away from You. Depression is obsession. I'm consumed by You. Cold. Can't see. Can't think. Blood moving eerily. Playing Axis and allies. Can't speak. You hit me the morning after. I don't like myself. I'm late for work. Again. I dissapointed my Father. Again. I Made bad decisions. Again. Even this sick soliloquy, is no therapy for me anymore. You watch me. You'll stay for a while. Your face is painfully expressionless. Your eyes dull. You'll be back again. Like the cold winds and goosebumps. One leading to another. Fading, for only a while. If I make it this time I'll see you on the other side. And if not, at least I'll, go in the light. Even if hell fire is all I right. Maybe You'll be there waiting. And you won't ever go. I'd miss you. I'd miss you so.

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Spring, A wild regrowth, Spectacular blooming, Fruitlimgs appear, Sing song birds, Fragrant flowers, Pollen abounds, Summer, Blistening heat, Water droughts, Water parks, Tourists about, Autumn, Summers heat, Begins to wain, Leaves turn, An orangy hugh, Reds,yellows, orange, Chilly weather, Nature, Prepares for a slumber, Winter, Death and repose, Bare trees, Animals sleep, Snow falls, Wind is cold, Chimneys billow, Black smoke, As the seasons unfold, So do our lives, As or lives, Unfold, So does our destiny, We are at one, With nature, With its cycle, We are one.

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC

Vikingman93

Seasons

Spring, A wild regrowth, Spectacular blooming, Fruitlimgs appear, Sing song birds, Fragrant flowers, Pollen abounds, Summer, Blistening heat, Water droughts, Water parks, Tourists about, Autumn, Summers heat, Begins to wain, Leaves turn, An orangy hugh, Reds,yellows, orange, Chilly weather, Nature, Prepares for a slumber, Winter, Death and repose, Bare trees, Animals sleep, Snow falls, Wind is cold, Chimneys billow, Black smoke, As the seasons unfold, So do our lives, As or lives, Unfold, So does our destiny, We are at one, With nature, With its cycle, We are one.

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Tarmac cracks Under blistening sun, And i wonder Funny how one Thinks about the future A split second After Thoughts of death. Is there an easy way Out Of this labyrinth Called ‘life’?

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC

certifiednutcase

Incoherence

Tarmac cracks Under blistening sun, And i wonder Funny how one Thinks about the future A split second After Thoughts of death. Is there an easy way Out Of this labyrinth Called ‘life’?

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