"inspo" poems - Hello Poetry

(work in progress) The first love of my life never saw me naked. There was always a parent coming home in half an hour, Always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it. Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee. I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer, The parts I had long since given up trying to hide. He never asked for more. He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms. We held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren't careful. We collected them like we were trying to build an orchard inspo// w.i.p :-)

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC

ridapee

the first love of my life never saw me naked

(work in progress) The first love of my life never saw me naked. There was always a parent coming home in half an hour, Always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it. Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee. I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer, The parts I had long since given up trying to hide. He never asked for more. He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms. We held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren't careful. We collected them like we were trying to build an orchard inspo// w.i.p :-)

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I'm not addicted to you, per say, I'm addicted the 2 am conversations Where we talk about nothing but Everything seems to come out. I'm addicted to the way your voice cracks When you're tired and you swear me you're not. Even though I can hear the hum in your voice and haze in your throat. I'm addicted to the way your brain twirls on end When you try and comprehend the things you cannot. I'm addicted to the way your lungs heave in and out, And how heavenly you look when you can finally breathe. No, I'm not addicted to you. I'm addicted to everything that makes you, You.

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC

chloflem

inspo

I'm not addicted to you, per say, I'm addicted the 2 am conversations Where we talk about nothing but Everything seems to come out. I'm addicted to the way your voice cracks When you're tired and you swear me you're not. Even though I can hear the hum in your voice and haze in your throat. I'm addicted to the way your brain twirls on end When you try and comprehend the things you cannot. I'm addicted to the way your lungs heave in and out, And how heavenly you look when you can finally breathe. No, I'm not addicted to you. I'm addicted to everything that makes you, You.

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no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. believe me, i’ve tried.

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Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC

ridapee

baby (incomplete) (inspo//wip)

no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. believe me, i’ve tried.

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***** inspo and thinspo and online shopping ***** book clubs and parties cleaning and mopping ***** whining and dining lying and stalking ***** radio hosts and all their nonstop talking ***** everything that ever made me sad when i’m starving so much that i think ive gone mad start a fight cause i’m hungry it’ll end when i’m not ask- is this life worth living? cause it’s all that i got

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Aug 8, 2019

Aug 8, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC

AmIEnoughYet-WhenCanIBeEnough

just ***** it

***** inspo and thinspo and online shopping ***** book clubs and parties cleaning and mopping ***** whining and dining lying and stalking ***** radio hosts and all their nonstop talking ***** everything that ever made me sad when i’m starving so much that i think ive gone mad start a fight cause i’m hungry it’ll end when i’m not ask- is this life worth living? cause it’s all that i got

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Had a great idea for a poem Fell asleep and it turned into a dream Wish I had written it down Or at least jotted a note Posting my dreams Here Won't work It's hard to Write you As a font

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Nov 18, 2024

Nov 18, 2024 at 1:58 PM UTC

MrsTimetable

Inspo

Had a great idea for a poem Fell asleep and it turned into a dream Wish I had written it down Or at least jotted a note Posting my dreams Here Won't work It's hard to Write you As a font

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She reads and never understands. Where does she think, exactly, that I'm getting all this inspiration? I leave myself alone with my mind too much, I think.

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC

xmxrgxncy

#inspo *rolls eyes*

She reads and never understands. Where does she think, exactly, that I'm getting all this inspiration? I leave myself alone with my mind too much, I think.

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