"litteraly" poems - Hello Poetry

The never ending relationship of the moon and the sea is complicated perhaps worse than Romeo and Juliet What if after millions of years, mornings and nights, the sea decides to tell the moon that she doesn't want to be controlled by him anymore Becuase he makes her tides into an uncontrollable disaster and she is litteraly a sea of emotions with screaming waves and murmuring ripples And she looks up and cries to the moon to stop overpowering her because she is tired of the recklessness But the moon replies that she is nothing without him And he'll either forever control her for eternity or leave her forever, dead, immobile, with no beating heart which is her tide.

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

dafne

controlling

The never ending relationship of the moon and the sea is complicated perhaps worse than Romeo and Juliet What if after millions of years, mornings and nights, the sea decides to tell the moon that she doesn't want to be controlled by him anymore Becuase he makes her tides into an uncontrollable disaster and she is litteraly a sea of emotions with screaming waves and murmuring ripples And she looks up and cries to the moon to stop overpowering her because she is tired of the recklessness But the moon replies that she is nothing without him And he'll either forever control her for eternity or leave her forever, dead, immobile, with no beating heart which is her tide.

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Roll me over check my pulse again I have just checked my email box it was empty then I went to cogitating about the whys and whatz up now that I think I litteraly went and had a cow Roll me over am I dead my eyes fixed looking straight ahead consternated by the thought how hard it is to write a page to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend you know the son of your Mother? the guy you grew up with liked the stuff he wrote or was it he liked what you had wrote and that you had grown up too Roll me over don't check my pulse I don't care anyway I opened up my email it was empty again today.

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Jan 30, 2011

Jan 30, 2011 at 11:36 AM UTC

michael

Roll Me Over

Roll me over check my pulse again I have just checked my email box it was empty then I went to cogitating about the whys and whatz up now that I think I litteraly went and had a cow Roll me over am I dead my eyes fixed looking straight ahead consternated by the thought how hard it is to write a page to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend you know the son of your Mother? the guy you grew up with liked the stuff he wrote or was it he liked what you had wrote and that you had grown up too Roll me over don't check my pulse I don't care anyway I opened up my email it was empty again today.

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I litteraly feel like I make choices, just so my brain can tear me apart. Piece by piece. Until I'm disgusted with the choices I've made. These feelings don't last just a couple nights, they last months, years. Sending me swirling back into self pity. I stop eating, stop smiling, stop listening to music, stop laughing, and stop writing. Till I'm no longer me, just a shallow shell of who I use to be. I find no enjoyment, just distaste for my own life. I'm such a mistake, that all I can do is make more.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC

madison-moskowitz

Hurting

I litteraly feel like I make choices, just so my brain can tear me apart. Piece by piece. Until I'm disgusted with the choices I've made. These feelings don't last just a couple nights, they last months, years. Sending me swirling back into self pity. I stop eating, stop smiling, stop listening to music, stop laughing, and stop writing. Till I'm no longer me, just a shallow shell of who I use to be. I find no enjoyment, just distaste for my own life. I'm such a mistake, that all I can do is make more.

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