"latley" poems - Hello Poetry

He de-seeded himself into three pieces and proceeded to grow a tree of decieving, you see. One seed of the tree was greed, so all it would breed was to feed our needs. Once we used up all its weeds we decided to dig deep to see what this tree was hiding. There it was, all along infront of our eyelids. The roots of this tree grew in all directions endlessly. How could this be? One seed for greed, one seed for achieving infinity..? And for the third, I (eye) tried to see through the mystery of the last seed I collected all the ingredients to cook up the last grand meal. Stirring it I caught a quick wiff of its essence and for a mere second I felt free, I acknowledged the knowledge of being me. My brain was introduced to DMT and I also knew the signifigance of the truth, now I knew what I had to do. Convinced of the truth but I still follow all your rules, im not insane I wouldnt go blow up a school but I swear, latley my brain been telling me, only options I have is to accept my destiny or change it by a killing spree. I know you are testing me but how am I supposed to enjoy this beautiful scenery if I cant even get this stress of my chest so I can rest again peacefully. I knew I owe my soul to this tree for the knowledge its giving me. I try to hold on to my memories but as its leaves they fall eventually... It kills me everyday, living, knowing its not for me.. not for me...

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Oct 11, 2016

Oct 11, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC

amme

Ignorance is bliss

He de-seeded himself into three pieces and proceeded to grow a tree of decieving, you see. One seed of the tree was greed, so all it would breed was to feed our needs. Once we used up all its weeds we decided to dig deep to see what this tree was hiding. There it was, all along infront of our eyelids. The roots of this tree grew in all directions endlessly. How could this be? One seed for greed, one seed for achieving infinity..? And for the third, I (eye) tried to see through the mystery of the last seed I collected all the ingredients to cook up the last grand meal. Stirring it I caught a quick wiff of its essence and for a mere second I felt free, I acknowledged the knowledge of being me. My brain was introduced to DMT and I also knew the signifigance of the truth, now I knew what I had to do. Convinced of the truth but I still follow all your rules, im not insane I wouldnt go blow up a school but I swear, latley my brain been telling me, only options I have is to accept my destiny or change it by a killing spree. I know you are testing me but how am I supposed to enjoy this beautiful scenery if I cant even get this stress of my chest so I can rest again peacefully. I knew I owe my soul to this tree for the knowledge its giving me. I try to hold on to my memories but as its leaves they fall eventually... It kills me everyday, living, knowing its not for me.. not for me...

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I was is in second grade when Emily told me "if you where born a few years back you'd be a slave" As if I hadn't looked in the mirror latley. Oh how it felt to be the only brown girl in a white school Minority Misinterpretation. A maybe Is what I was An outcast 4th grade I visit my father and his family My grandmother and aunt whisper,"Gringa" laugh laugh "Sangrona" laugh laugh My mother hispanic and my father Mexican 6th grade My best friend is disgusted because I define as Mexican yet can't seem to speak perfect Spanish 9th grade I learned that bi racially I am a mut, As if I don't have enough labels already I must prove to my friends I am white, yet hispanic to my family My second aunts snicker at my broken Spanish No need to gain their validity They can't believe my mother raised me away from their culture Despair fills their eyes as labels blur mine Must I prove myself every time? What if I'm not either or? Nor a mix Nor white Nor hispanic Nor mexican Nor latina Nor bi racial Nor sangrona I don't seek your validation but your understanding I'm not a unique exhibit Only a 16 year old girl dealing with teenage drama and high school studies A dreamer at heart An artist who loves to show it I have a name I'm more than my skin color Or that of my mother's & father's. If I'm ever asked to prove myself I will answer with only "I am already proven

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Feb 25, 2016

Feb 25, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC

DestinyMC

Proven

I was is in second grade when Emily told me "if you where born a few years back you'd be a slave" As if I hadn't looked in the mirror latley. Oh how it felt to be the only brown girl in a white school Minority Misinterpretation. A maybe Is what I was An outcast 4th grade I visit my father and his family My grandmother and aunt whisper,"Gringa" laugh laugh "Sangrona" laugh laugh My mother hispanic and my father Mexican 6th grade My best friend is disgusted because I define as Mexican yet can't seem to speak perfect Spanish 9th grade I learned that bi racially I am a mut, As if I don't have enough labels already I must prove to my friends I am white, yet hispanic to my family My second aunts snicker at my broken Spanish No need to gain their validity They can't believe my mother raised me away from their culture Despair fills their eyes as labels blur mine Must I prove myself every time? What if I'm not either or? Nor a mix Nor white Nor hispanic Nor mexican Nor latina Nor bi racial Nor sangrona I don't seek your validation but your understanding I'm not a unique exhibit Only a 16 year old girl dealing with teenage drama and high school studies A dreamer at heart An artist who loves to show it I have a name I'm more than my skin color Or that of my mother's & father's. If I'm ever asked to prove myself I will answer with only "I am already proven

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It's boring today too what is the teacher talking about I have no clue please let me sleep I don't want to no more it's boring the same as yesterday and the day before it's boring to sit it's boring to speak it's boring writing on this sheet latley it's boring a lot boring to live boring to laugh boring even when it's not it's hard to go to school every single day when you didn't go before listen! do your homework! losing control more and more I'm starting to feel like a fool depressions are interesting, reaction are too but just doing is plain boring still that's the golden rule normal is boring normal is what I don't like normal is a scarf I'm choking on because it's too tight But I'm still sitting here in hope that it will get better I try my best not to think 'It doesn't matter' It's not allowed so I cram it all in a chest Now I only have one last experiment only one question left How long am I going to survive in this boring thing called normal life

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC

Sonea

Boredom

It's boring today too what is the teacher talking about I have no clue please let me sleep I don't want to no more it's boring the same as yesterday and the day before it's boring to sit it's boring to speak it's boring writing on this sheet latley it's boring a lot boring to live boring to laugh boring even when it's not it's hard to go to school every single day when you didn't go before listen! do your homework! losing control more and more I'm starting to feel like a fool depressions are interesting, reaction are too but just doing is plain boring still that's the golden rule normal is boring normal is what I don't like normal is a scarf I'm choking on because it's too tight But I'm still sitting here in hope that it will get better I try my best not to think 'It doesn't matter' It's not allowed so I cram it all in a chest Now I only have one last experiment only one question left How long am I going to survive in this boring thing called normal life

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Like sculpture I sat under the buzzing light Smoking a cigarette to commemorate You stole the words from my mouth And put them in your songs You took the love from my eyes And put it on the canvas The stitch of my skin Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears My clothes were yours My shoes were yours My teeth Never Straight Enough For you So I shaved my head Knicking my scalp with the razor And watching the blood Flow down my face I feel nothing Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing Crimson river dripping into the sink This is my blood And you could never take it from me Now matter how hard you bit Now matter how Sharp the knife **** your name **** your house **** your car **** my eagerness Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys Are bottles of fire water and pain pills We don't need you We don't need you The life of my eyes tells me We will never need you

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Jan 25, 2012

Jan 25, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC

jacob-1

Southern Comfort only gives me the blues

Like sculpture I sat under the buzzing light Smoking a cigarette to commemorate You stole the words from my mouth And put them in your songs You took the love from my eyes And put it on the canvas The stitch of my skin Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears My clothes were yours My shoes were yours My teeth Never Straight Enough For you So I shaved my head Knicking my scalp with the razor And watching the blood Flow down my face I feel nothing Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing Crimson river dripping into the sink This is my blood And you could never take it from me Now matter how hard you bit Now matter how Sharp the knife **** your name **** your house **** your car **** my eagerness Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys Are bottles of fire water and pain pills We don't need you We don't need you The life of my eyes tells me We will never need you

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Hey how are you? Look, please pardon my behavior as of latley But I came to ask a favor I know it's been a while So Sorry if this seems a little weird But from the beginning this is what I feared You see the thing is I'm still stuck on you So if you would do this favor That would make you my doom and my savior Just tell me it's over between me an you that you don't have feelings for me too Cause my brain knows it's true But my heart can't tell it apart From a passing moment Or a future that was heaven sent Please just say it out loud So my heart can face the music So it can let go of these feelings that are now useless Cause really these thoughts are ruthless So please lay my hopes to ease Just do me this one small kindness it's the least you could do atleast tell me its over So I can atleast have some closure

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Oct 26, 2016

Oct 26, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC

derek-wings

Closure

Hey how are you? Look, please pardon my behavior as of latley But I came to ask a favor I know it's been a while So Sorry if this seems a little weird But from the beginning this is what I feared You see the thing is I'm still stuck on you So if you would do this favor That would make you my doom and my savior Just tell me it's over between me an you that you don't have feelings for me too Cause my brain knows it's true But my heart can't tell it apart From a passing moment Or a future that was heaven sent Please just say it out loud So my heart can face the music So it can let go of these feelings that are now useless Cause really these thoughts are ruthless So please lay my hopes to ease Just do me this one small kindness it's the least you could do atleast tell me its over So I can atleast have some closure

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rip the seams from your lips speak, just use your words. because latley we’ve been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine. crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm. and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.” spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen. so please please please, just speak my love. because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC

ges

use your words

rip the seams from your lips speak, just use your words. because latley we’ve been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine. crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm. and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.” spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen. so please please please, just speak my love. because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.

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