"extrinsically" poems - Hello Poetry

I dropped my honey bun I figured Its ruined. But not technically the top is damaged but the rest is unscathed It sat sticky on the ground And i thought something is always taken and something is always given like people extrinsically unscathed internally scared when ripped apart pieces are always left somewhere sometimes sticky sometimes ripped and i wondered if i would still eat it

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

keenan-dixon

Honey Bun

I dropped my honey bun I figured Its ruined. But not technically the top is damaged but the rest is unscathed It sat sticky on the ground And i thought something is always taken and something is always given like people extrinsically unscathed internally scared when ripped apart pieces are always left somewhere sometimes sticky sometimes ripped and i wondered if i would still eat it

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When the petals dried up, when I woke up one morning and there they were, scattered about cadavers, Our love had gone awry. There was enough sadness in me to wither a field of sunflowers as I pass. And the apples in my cheeks, one day decided to stop hiding my sorrow. I breathe you in. I take you up. All your mysteries. All your flaws. And all, all that I love- I take it up, gently; humanly. To be tossed about like a rag doll. I am not stained. I am not broken. And I am not just extrinsic beauty! See me! Past the doll, I pose. I pose for you, to be taken! To be loved! Accept me, And love me, extrinsically, intrinsically love me. For all that I am, Just as I do you.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC

carmen-montane

An Eloquent Beg.

When the petals dried up, when I woke up one morning and there they were, scattered about cadavers, Our love had gone awry. There was enough sadness in me to wither a field of sunflowers as I pass. And the apples in my cheeks, one day decided to stop hiding my sorrow. I breathe you in. I take you up. All your mysteries. All your flaws. And all, all that I love- I take it up, gently; humanly. To be tossed about like a rag doll. I am not stained. I am not broken. And I am not just extrinsic beauty! See me! Past the doll, I pose. I pose for you, to be taken! To be loved! Accept me, And love me, extrinsically, intrinsically love me. For all that I am, Just as I do you.

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Detached. A stranger standing In front of me. Extrinsically scrutinizing This figure staring back at me. Eyes dead like a corpse An expression of no remorse. How did I get here! Here, I stare. I stare at a reflection I don't endorse. Startled by who stands before me. This is not who I want to be.

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC

mariah-wynn

Detached

Detached. A stranger standing In front of me. Extrinsically scrutinizing This figure staring back at me. Eyes dead like a corpse An expression of no remorse. How did I get here! Here, I stare. I stare at a reflection I don't endorse. Startled by who stands before me. This is not who I want to be.

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I asked God why I was here. I am just a nameless face to the thousands that walk on the city streets, just that girl in a philosophy lecture, just another woman praying to your carved face. What meaning does my life have in the grand scheme of things. I pay my taxes. Send in my essays. Recycle my newspapers. Just another person in a world of seven billion living and countless dead, constantly extrinsically experiencing moments of sonder. He said Do you remember when I said "I will bless you and give you such a large family, that someday your descendants will be more numerous than the stars in the sky "? You are a star. Your life is a star in the sky, a gem in that crown of humanity. When you are gone, your actions, words, loves will live on in others. You contribute to the beautiful, shining wonder that is the human race. Your star's rays will hold hands with others to give the living a beautiful infinite view. So, be bright, my dear child.

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC

dacia-b

Be bright

I asked God why I was here. I am just a nameless face to the thousands that walk on the city streets, just that girl in a philosophy lecture, just another woman praying to your carved face. What meaning does my life have in the grand scheme of things. I pay my taxes. Send in my essays. Recycle my newspapers. Just another person in a world of seven billion living and countless dead, constantly extrinsically experiencing moments of sonder. He said Do you remember when I said "I will bless you and give you such a large family, that someday your descendants will be more numerous than the stars in the sky "? You are a star. Your life is a star in the sky, a gem in that crown of humanity. When you are gone, your actions, words, loves will live on in others. You contribute to the beautiful, shining wonder that is the human race. Your star's rays will hold hands with others to give the living a beautiful infinite view. So, be bright, my dear child.

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