"instated" poems - Hello Poetry

Forgiveness is a funny thing. It has no boundaries but we end up putting them there anyway And sometimes forgiveness is easier said than done. When I look beyond my waist, I see all the forgiveness you've given me The pain you've tolerated The time you've waited The space you've instated reminds me your forgiveness knows no end. I look below my hips and see all the times you felt like nobody I didn't know you then I didn't know me then, either I only knew the light of the moon when everyone else was walking in daylight. I look to my thighs and see all the hatred I came to believe Not for others, no- for the words, the actions, the things my eyes said when my mind knew otherwise and my heart screamed in agony Sometimes forgiveness is easier said than done. Especially for one giving so much effort to forgive themselves when everyday they see the person they used to be.

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC

littlemushroom

Effort It Takes

Forgiveness is a funny thing. It has no boundaries but we end up putting them there anyway And sometimes forgiveness is easier said than done. When I look beyond my waist, I see all the forgiveness you've given me The pain you've tolerated The time you've waited The space you've instated reminds me your forgiveness knows no end. I look below my hips and see all the times you felt like nobody I didn't know you then I didn't know me then, either I only knew the light of the moon when everyone else was walking in daylight. I look to my thighs and see all the hatred I came to believe Not for others, no- for the words, the actions, the things my eyes said when my mind knew otherwise and my heart screamed in agony Sometimes forgiveness is easier said than done. Especially for one giving so much effort to forgive themselves when everyday they see the person they used to be.

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BOO! I’m sorry was that — BOO! OH pardon m— BOO! I’m sorry did I scare you? but how …? I simply walked into the room I’m sorry, we’ve only made eye contact and you're scared? scared of what? I’m not a phantom… I’m not a spirit… I’m not a gh — wait… I get it I see whats happening here I’m black… i scared you because I'm black you're scared of my skin color you're scared of me so you clutch your bag as i walk by you cross the street so you don't have to walk by me you avoid eye contact you kidnapped my people from our country and enslaved them you kept us as property you were scared of us so you made sure we stayed inferior you instated segregation when you thought we would be free when you thought we would come out on top you made sure we weren't equal you made sure the black race was dehumanized you made sure we couldn't get equal education you made sure we couldn't drink from the same water fountains you made sure the people who spoke out were executed you made sure no matter what my people were in constant fear for their lives… no I am neither a ghost nor a ghoul Im black BOO! i scared you because I'm black

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC

irmapielle

BOO

BOO! I’m sorry was that — BOO! OH pardon m— BOO! I’m sorry did I scare you? but how …? I simply walked into the room I’m sorry, we’ve only made eye contact and you're scared? scared of what? I’m not a phantom… I’m not a spirit… I’m not a gh — wait… I get it I see whats happening here I’m black… i scared you because I'm black you're scared of my skin color you're scared of me so you clutch your bag as i walk by you cross the street so you don't have to walk by me you avoid eye contact you kidnapped my people from our country and enslaved them you kept us as property you were scared of us so you made sure we stayed inferior you instated segregation when you thought we would be free when you thought we would come out on top you made sure we weren't equal you made sure the black race was dehumanized you made sure we couldn't get equal education you made sure we couldn't drink from the same water fountains you made sure the people who spoke out were executed you made sure no matter what my people were in constant fear for their lives… no I am neither a ghost nor a ghoul Im black BOO! i scared you because I'm black

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Now, if I don't say goodnight, it's weird. We're not together still we seek affection, comfort in each other. But if time goes by and we don't talk, you're in tears. This fall it's a year. I go out and I don't want to have to answer to you. I don't feel like making excuses but you know everything I do. I care though; I don't want to upset you. I could lie or be vague but my pride is at stake So I'll stick with vague, force you to wade through my words so carefully chosen, ––off-handedly given so if you find out I'm dating again you won't blow up we can still be friends. I'll be forgiven and you won't close up. 'Cause I would hate for that to happen. And I know you would too. So don't let it happen Let's just build something new. Intimacy without *** Love and trust without a partnership. I know it's possible. But with us, every drink turns into another night together. Our hours go by because it feels unnatural 'cutting things short arbitrarily.' Tearing apart what has grown together now. ...You and I are not a perfect match. There's space between these ridges. Separately, you can see we're not the right pieces. You're not the right fit. For me. And it ***** Because I wish you were. It ***** seeing someone you care so much about be so torn open, heartbroken (I think of everything a parent hopes will never happen to their child because, I think, they know how it felt when it happened to them.) It. ***** Knowing that person your mother feared is me. At least I have a reason now; something to grasp how I could disgust her so much. But it's not. I want to say it's not. I'd rather you didn't know of my shame that thing I feel when I pull you back and forth. I know, I know, I know I'm to blame. Wanting one thing for you So I say it. I don't want to play this game But I know it's what you want to hear. So I hold you close because I think I'll hurt you less if I'm near. Leaving means retreating means fleeing to you. From something 'too real' you think I'm incapable of handling. But that's not it. I don't feel what you feel. I will suffer repercussions of not seeing you, someone I've grown attached to and feeling the void I've created. I've instated. And I know you'll be so mad. **** you'd be such a loyal friend to have.

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC

lily-pandera

Goodnight Now

Now, if I don't say goodnight, it's weird. We're not together still we seek affection, comfort in each other. But if time goes by and we don't talk, you're in tears. This fall it's a year. I go out and I don't want to have to answer to you. I don't feel like making excuses but you know everything I do. I care though; I don't want to upset you. I could lie or be vague but my pride is at stake So I'll stick with vague, force you to wade through my words so carefully chosen, ––off-handedly given so if you find out I'm dating again you won't blow up we can still be friends. I'll be forgiven and you won't close up. 'Cause I would hate for that to happen. And I know you would too. So don't let it happen Let's just build something new. Intimacy without *** Love and trust without a partnership. I know it's possible. But with us, every drink turns into another night together. Our hours go by because it feels unnatural 'cutting things short arbitrarily.' Tearing apart what has grown together now. ...You and I are not a perfect match. There's space between these ridges. Separately, you can see we're not the right pieces. You're not the right fit. For me. And it ***** Because I wish you were. It ***** seeing someone you care so much about be so torn open, heartbroken (I think of everything a parent hopes will never happen to their child because, I think, they know how it felt when it happened to them.) It. ***** Knowing that person your mother feared is me. At least I have a reason now; something to grasp how I could disgust her so much. But it's not. I want to say it's not. I'd rather you didn't know of my shame that thing I feel when I pull you back and forth. I know, I know, I know I'm to blame. Wanting one thing for you So I say it. I don't want to play this game But I know it's what you want to hear. So I hold you close because I think I'll hurt you less if I'm near. Leaving means retreating means fleeing to you. From something 'too real' you think I'm incapable of handling. But that's not it. I don't feel what you feel. I will suffer repercussions of not seeing you, someone I've grown attached to and feeling the void I've created. I've instated. And I know you'll be so mad. **** you'd be such a loyal friend to have.

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I am infuriatingly out glowed with ecstasy by post traumatic serotonin rush of the accident of that my law breaking motor bike hit in another car whom purely taking his turn to the left Now it is the dawn of dusk, last few seconds of the day but I never wanted to wash the blood of the scratches I got instated I purely enjoy seen them drying up nonetheless It felt to my juvenile mind some protagonist kind of a pride about me keep walking with blood splatted white linen shirt and black shades I am an ecstatic I showed both the fingers to the docs and to the hospital staff you know the prospect patient with an insurance I was an innocent law breaker, Juvenile thus no wonder why I see that turning to the left is never right and of course neither to right is right because the hospital , that was in the right from the junction I only rode my bike straight in narrow bleak space of all among the mid day traffic jam of insanely busy people by the way car driver was a good guy though he doesn't own that hybrid black boy he drove we shook hands , shared good byes and I came back home then breaking the virtue of healthy non smoking I lit a cigarette

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC

shanika

Accident gratification

I am infuriatingly out glowed with ecstasy by post traumatic serotonin rush of the accident of that my law breaking motor bike hit in another car whom purely taking his turn to the left Now it is the dawn of dusk, last few seconds of the day but I never wanted to wash the blood of the scratches I got instated I purely enjoy seen them drying up nonetheless It felt to my juvenile mind some protagonist kind of a pride about me keep walking with blood splatted white linen shirt and black shades I am an ecstatic I showed both the fingers to the docs and to the hospital staff you know the prospect patient with an insurance I was an innocent law breaker, Juvenile thus no wonder why I see that turning to the left is never right and of course neither to right is right because the hospital , that was in the right from the junction I only rode my bike straight in narrow bleak space of all among the mid day traffic jam of insanely busy people by the way car driver was a good guy though he doesn't own that hybrid black boy he drove we shook hands , shared good byes and I came back home then breaking the virtue of healthy non smoking I lit a cigarette

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It’s a new rule, I just instated it. Saves me from the same mistake. Getting stuck on that girl is dumb luck, The rest is history she got me here. Just to please her Just to squeeze her I have to look into your eyes to find it. But then I realize its romantic, So I offer every piece, Of mind, body, and soul Sacrifice For the love I owe. But love poems that rhyme have no reason. Hard pressed to find a love so clear, Love becomes seasonal. Summer love Love falls Winter rebirths and spring it’s found Yet questions remain Should we love? Does it rhyme or reason? Or will it follow true form and be blind? I don't know but love poems shouldn't rhyme.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC

blakops

A love poem can't rhyme

It’s a new rule, I just instated it. Saves me from the same mistake. Getting stuck on that girl is dumb luck, The rest is history she got me here. Just to please her Just to squeeze her I have to look into your eyes to find it. But then I realize its romantic, So I offer every piece, Of mind, body, and soul Sacrifice For the love I owe. But love poems that rhyme have no reason. Hard pressed to find a love so clear, Love becomes seasonal. Summer love Love falls Winter rebirths and spring it’s found Yet questions remain Should we love? Does it rhyme or reason? Or will it follow true form and be blind? I don't know but love poems shouldn't rhyme.

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I mislaid myself one November morning Took three months to claw me back Searched every corner of a blistering dark Scoured the pavements crack by crack Spooled the night with a microscope lens And then rummaged under the bed Tried to push out those other girls Who’d instated themselves in my head Latched myself into my writing Handcuffed myself to my keys Fed off the damp of my poetry-drip Then relocated myself with ease.

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC

merecat

I mislaid myself

I mislaid myself one November morning Took three months to claw me back Searched every corner of a blistering dark Scoured the pavements crack by crack Spooled the night with a microscope lens And then rummaged under the bed Tried to push out those other girls Who’d instated themselves in my head Latched myself into my writing Handcuffed myself to my keys Fed off the damp of my poetry-drip Then relocated myself with ease.

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