"learing" poems - Hello Poetry

Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. It seems like you are playing musical chairs, I am free of you, but when the music stops. When the world grows silent, You sit in my mind again. Unblock and stare at the words proclaiming "online" Curiosity crawling up my spine. Wondering if you ever opened our chat and stared as well. Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. Every time I see you I feel we can start afresh, anew. You smile, I smile. We try to remain in denial. We go on as just friends We finally make amends We pretend nothing happened. Then something happens My heart flutters, But nothing can come of it, So it shatters I locked it again, but you are a skilled lockpick. unblock - block - unblock Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. I wait for your message to arrive, You're no longer blocked, you're alive. But it never comes, I become numb. My dreams are black, Because if I sleep too deep, I might miss your message back. The memories creep. I can see them sneaking over the fence, Maneuvering through every defense, Until it stands like a shadow learing over my bed. A demon stuck in my head. Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. I am almost over you. I have almost made it through This tormented affair This maze of dispair. The memory of you no longer walks with me down the street, I don't see you in the places we used to meet. Your face doesn't burn in the back of my head, But now you have crawled into my dreams instead. My mind is working through the last bit, But I am so exhausted. So tired of fighting guilt and shame, So tired of breaking all over again Whenever I hear your name... Block - delete number Heart broken, heart shattered, but heart finally locked. Mind screaming, but screaming a different song. All of the dreams are finally gone. It is over.

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC

second-wind

Mind maze

Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. It seems like you are playing musical chairs, I am free of you, but when the music stops. When the world grows silent, You sit in my mind again. Unblock and stare at the words proclaiming "online" Curiosity crawling up my spine. Wondering if you ever opened our chat and stared as well. Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. Every time I see you I feel we can start afresh, anew. You smile, I smile. We try to remain in denial. We go on as just friends We finally make amends We pretend nothing happened. Then something happens My heart flutters, But nothing can come of it, So it shatters I locked it again, but you are a skilled lockpick. unblock - block - unblock Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. I wait for your message to arrive, You're no longer blocked, you're alive. But it never comes, I become numb. My dreams are black, Because if I sleep too deep, I might miss your message back. The memories creep. I can see them sneaking over the fence, Maneuvering through every defense, Until it stands like a shadow learing over my bed. A demon stuck in my head. Block - unblock - block Heart opened, heart shattered, heart locked. Mind screaming, silent dreaming Mind hushed, dreams rush. I am almost over you. I have almost made it through This tormented affair This maze of dispair. The memory of you no longer walks with me down the street, I don't see you in the places we used to meet. Your face doesn't burn in the back of my head, But now you have crawled into my dreams instead. My mind is working through the last bit, But I am so exhausted. So tired of fighting guilt and shame, So tired of breaking all over again Whenever I hear your name... Block - delete number Heart broken, heart shattered, but heart finally locked. Mind screaming, but screaming a different song. All of the dreams are finally gone. It is over.

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Autism is just a word It does not define who you are It dont make you unintelligent It is something about you that is unique That should be embraced It cant be corrected but can become easier over time Your little gestures I understand I know who you are I see what you see I have discovered what is beneath all the layers That everyone is so afraid of The many layers of autism The communication barriers the learing disabilities I shall as your mother love you and tenderly be here for you Every step of the way

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Apr 20, 2012

Apr 20, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC

flawless-contradictions-1

Baby Steps

Autism is just a word It does not define who you are It dont make you unintelligent It is something about you that is unique That should be embraced It cant be corrected but can become easier over time Your little gestures I understand I know who you are I see what you see I have discovered what is beneath all the layers That everyone is so afraid of The many layers of autism The communication barriers the learing disabilities I shall as your mother love you and tenderly be here for you Every step of the way

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Caring for another, living for them, giving them your all, not regretting knowing them. Saving them from danger, giving them strength, never giving up on them. Forgiving their mistakes, helping solve their problems, nurturing them. Helping them cope, giving them hope, learing their perspective, respecting them, giving them ideas. Comfort them, hold them, teach them, understand them. Love them.

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Apr 23, 2012

Apr 23, 2012 at 9:26 PM UTC

serena-lynch

Love

Caring for another, living for them, giving them your all, not regretting knowing them. Saving them from danger, giving them strength, never giving up on them. Forgiving their mistakes, helping solve their problems, nurturing them. Helping them cope, giving them hope, learing their perspective, respecting them, giving them ideas. Comfort them, hold them, teach them, understand them. Love them.

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The problem with being A genius Is if learing Is the line between Life and Death The path Is too clear

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC

afrosamurai

A Struggle

The problem with being A genius Is if learing Is the line between Life and Death The path Is too clear

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I believe in the accuracy of horoscopes I like listening to classic folk tunes And getting lost in the dark I like my car to smell nice It almost always smells either like cherries or cotton candy I like doing things by myself It's sort of difficult for me to be in relationships I don't think I've ever had a genuine friendship At least not one where I could break down and cry And truly open up myself with I'm 22 and I'm still confused, stuck Terrified about what I'm doing with my life Career wise, heart wise, soul wise And overall personal wise I'm not as stylish as I used to be, sometimes I don't mind it Sometimes I don't care at all, but most times I'm self-conscious But I'm quite accepting of my insecurities I'm still learing how to become one with myself I'm still learning how to love myself unconditionally I don't know what I'm getting to But I'm getting there And it will be for the better I will live a satisfying life I'll be happy I'll be sad I'll be in love I'll be overwhelmed I'll be many things, many times I will make it

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC

arubybluebird

The times they are still a-changing

I believe in the accuracy of horoscopes I like listening to classic folk tunes And getting lost in the dark I like my car to smell nice It almost always smells either like cherries or cotton candy I like doing things by myself It's sort of difficult for me to be in relationships I don't think I've ever had a genuine friendship At least not one where I could break down and cry And truly open up myself with I'm 22 and I'm still confused, stuck Terrified about what I'm doing with my life Career wise, heart wise, soul wise And overall personal wise I'm not as stylish as I used to be, sometimes I don't mind it Sometimes I don't care at all, but most times I'm self-conscious But I'm quite accepting of my insecurities I'm still learing how to become one with myself I'm still learning how to love myself unconditionally I don't know what I'm getting to But I'm getting there And it will be for the better I will live a satisfying life I'll be happy I'll be sad I'll be in love I'll be overwhelmed I'll be many things, many times I will make it

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Red: The scars that burry within the skin. Orange: Healing Yellow: Sunlight that never shines. Green: Society, Never enough. Blue: The tears of sorrow. Purple: Learing to be who they are. Pink: Sexuality.

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC

queen-holly

PRIDE Rainbow.

Red: The scars that burry within the skin. Orange: Healing Yellow: Sunlight that never shines. Green: Society, Never enough. Blue: The tears of sorrow. Purple: Learing to be who they are. Pink: Sexuality.

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