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"oping" poems
P-oping O-rdinary P-erfect C-runchy O-ut of this world R-really yummy N-ever out of style
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
POPCORN POEM
Even the walls have their ears, Although they are nonliving, ****** cries were overheard, Easily by the walls themselves, **** sounds of ********** Deflowering the young wife, Roping in spies for the purpose, Opening the ***** so delicate, People so enjoy overhearing, Pretty sights shine right upfront, In their addiction to **** time, No secrets remain virtuously, Good habits are hard to develop.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Blame It On The Walls
she chewed through my ribs & attached me to wings subsistent, pretending I don't need a thing she pushed through my body propelling a shriek her hand fits me close & her sleep fit my sheets but I'm done with she's perfect I'm shrinking in blinks & I'm sick of this balancing stilts built on dreams & I've stopped all this tripping my shoes are on tight but I'll fall asleep hoping you slept good tonight
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
track
"I'm content" "Something's gonna happen, i don't know what it is, i feel it" ------------------------------- three weeks later i'm sitting, wallowing in self pity, mourning over a love that has gone sour making cuts after cuts in my skin, hoping you'll somehow feel it and hear my cry for help. i carved the word "perfect" into my skin on November 17-18, 2012 hoping that despite everything that happened that day i'd still feel perfect or hoping that seeing it every day, i'd start believing i'm Pretty even when drowning in tears with swollen Eyes that are filled with stars, stars that i often fail to see and that Regardless of these scars that are etched into my skin, i am Full of life and Energy that is immortelle and Contagious even though i always feel as if i can't go on and Things are too much. i guess what i'm trying to say is, i should've carved my name into your heart, Hoping you'll Always remember that Someone like myself is hard to find so therefore I'm yours always and you are mine and i'll Never leave nor would i hurt you intentionally, and Although it feels like we're drifting, i still want you here. but the ice which we stood on which was our love has broken, and is melting and you're on one piece and i'm on another and if we reach for each other, we'll drown in the ocean of our love. and i  don't know what i'm saying anymore, because my eyes are getting cloudy and so is my mind and all i can think of is you and if you'd cross that ocean for me. (h.s)
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
will you cross the ocean?
"I'm content" "Something's gonna happen, i don't know what it is, i feel it" ------------------------------- three weeks later i'm sitting, wallowing in self pity, mourning over a love that has gone sour making cuts after cuts in my skin, hoping you'll somehow feel it and hear my cry for help. i carved the word "perfect" into my skin on November 17-18, 2012 hoping that despite everything that happened that day i'd still feel perfect or hoping that seeing it every day, i'd start believing i'm Pretty even when drowning in tears with swollen Eyes that are filled with stars, stars that i often fail to see and that Regardless of these scars that are etched into my skin, i am Full of life and Energy that is immortelle and Contagious even though i always feel as if i can't go on and Things are too much. i guess what i'm trying to say is, i should've carved my name into your heart, Hoping you'll Always remember that Someone like myself is hard to find so therefore I'm yours always and you are mine and i'll Never leave nor would i hurt you intentionally, and Although it feels like we're drifting, i still want you here. but the ice which we stood on which was our love has broken, and is melting and you're on one piece and i'm on another and if we reach for each other, we'll drown in the ocean of our love. and i  don't know what i'm saying anymore, because my eyes are getting cloudy and so is my mind and all i can think of is you and if you'd cross that ocean for me. (h.s)
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This day you left me And spring lost its flower forever At early spring, young called never Again in a low silent day, I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper In a black and white glow dream Far away from the silky moon sprung There birds feathers were oping with high delicate Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant But the high divine melody colored the deep purple Then another high spring fallen to light purple Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate And the Sunflower rises on the first shines of sun Melts with a dream after a long winter washed @ Musfiq us shaleheen
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
The Lost Spring
I am the best. I Am Not An Avatar Aiming for immortality I am not, Mortal I am happy and content. Traveling I met with an accident, Hoping to reach home I was, Expecting the mishap not. But I still fought my life back, Except I have been surely fitter, Still I have never been more alive, The Angels of death were left craving.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
I AM THE BEST
s o broken. so desperate. h oping for nothing but perfect numbness - e scape from the pain, the guilt, the constant haunting of 'what if?'. s o torn. so lost. t he ache inside appeared when the door shut behind her everything. i should have, would have, could not have stopped him'. l ost in a swirl of colored memories that render her breathless; l eaving her scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces. l et this be the bitter end of trust, the bitter end of love. o ver and over, the dusty record repeats itself; v erse after verse and chorus after chorus. e ven after the ones before, his promises convinced her to try again. s hould have, would have, could not have stopped that record from starting over. y et, through the numbness, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal, o ne thing echoes in her ears, within her heart - it is better to have loved u nconditionally and lost than to never have loved at all.
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
lesson not learned.
Underneath this full Moon I sit And watch These people come and go. Hoping that one day we can have peace, Understanding, and love again. Right now this world needs help, a Miracle---something to bring us back to A time when we cared about our Neighbors and each other. Someday.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Uma Thurman
Naughty young dreamer, I find your poems intriguing, Demons within you fight, Hoping to overcome the longing, Into a different dimension you think. You are the ice, Of the cold winters, Under the cover of snow. Ask you don't this attention, Rest assured as you deserve it, Efforts you put wouldn't go waste. Taste you will success, Happiness, and, Espouse you will the divine. Because so I forecast, Ecstatic you should feel, So many well-wishers you have, They all will take you to paradise.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
This One's For You, Buddy!
"There's been a million before me," and Having been in the mental health field for a while now; Each day I'm always learning and sharing *"That ultra-kind a Love,"* one that I'll "never walk away from." And "I will shield you from the waves, If they find you." So *"I'm done with having dreams; The thing I believe; Oh, you drain all the fear from me."* From this moment on "I will protect you."* I'm *"just The last of a dying breed,"* Hoping more people will come out and help others. Every day someone needs help and Really we're all in this together. No one is alone. Every day *"I wonder if your therapist knows everything About me."* I'm just "here in search of your glory." Love is all we need! One day, we'll see that mental health is okay, Not something to be feared. Enjoy life for what it is and So much greatest will come to you!                                                                                    STAY STRONG!
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
The Last of The Real Ones
I used to hurt myself every single day Used to maybe to go a week at best without fresh wounds Used to need it to get through the day And it's difficult to explain And it's different for everyone that chooses to feel pain Cause that is exactly what it is choosing to feel pain It's wanting to not be numb Wanting to feel alive Wanting to feel anything other than that emptiness Because the emptiness is the heaviest thing you will never have It's like filing your heart up with rocks Feeling it sink in your chest And that heaviness at first is just a symptom It ***** but you push forward But it gets heavier and you slowly loose control Instead of growing stronger the weight just wears you out And son you feel the weight piling on more than ever Every time they... ...call you a name... ...push you down... ...use you... ...ignore you... ...abuse you... And it builds and builds and you can't keep going And you start to wonder what if I just didn't exist And the thought scares you to death but you feel so helpless And you can't keep carrying the weight in you heart without help So every single day the though come up What if you just died And every day it seems more and more like a better idea Because you're tired of crying yourself to sleep And you're tired of always feeling alone and unwanted And everything is so numb that it hurts So you give it a shot and it's messy It always is the first time And there's blood But for once you don't feel like you have a heart full of rocks Instead your heart is racing from the rush And you feel something Its painful and awful but it's something And its nice but not necessary So a few weeks later on you're at your breaking point again And you put steel to skin And the blood arises from the **** like a mountain spring And your body feels the rush all over again Before you know it every day is a pain and all you want is to feel So you're like me Slit your wrists before bed Cuts in the mouth in the morning And the torment all day between the two And you're not destroying your body because you're suicidal You aren't doing it oping you'll die You're not ripping flesh from flesh because you want attention The horror inst worth a few glances You're spilling blood like a warlord committing crimes only against your own body because you're trying desperately to stay alive and only in this bleeding, in this pain can you find any peace from the pain of existence and the voice inside you that tell a you just to give up and die already It's counter-intuitive but it's what keeps you alive for another day
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Why I Cut Myself
I used to hurt myself every single day Used to maybe to go a week at best without fresh wounds Used to need it to get through the day And it's difficult to explain And it's different for everyone that chooses to feel pain Cause that is exactly what it is choosing to feel pain It's wanting to not be numb Wanting to feel alive Wanting to feel anything other than that emptiness Because the emptiness is the heaviest thing you will never have It's like filing your heart up with rocks Feeling it sink in your chest And that heaviness at first is just a symptom It ***** but you push forward But it gets heavier and you slowly loose control Instead of growing stronger the weight just wears you out And son you feel the weight piling on more than ever Every time they... ...call you a name... ...push you down... ...use you... ...ignore you... ...abuse you... And it builds and builds and you can't keep going And you start to wonder what if I just didn't exist And the thought scares you to death but you feel so helpless And you can't keep carrying the weight in you heart without help So every single day the though come up What if you just died And every day it seems more and more like a better idea Because you're tired of crying yourself to sleep And you're tired of always feeling alone and unwanted And everything is so numb that it hurts So you give it a shot and it's messy It always is the first time And there's blood But for once you don't feel like you have a heart full of rocks Instead your heart is racing from the rush And you feel something Its painful and awful but it's something And its nice but not necessary So a few weeks later on you're at your breaking point again And you put steel to skin And the blood arises from the **** like a mountain spring And your body feels the rush all over again Before you know it every day is a pain and all you want is to feel So you're like me Slit your wrists before bed Cuts in the mouth in the morning And the torment all day between the two And you're not destroying your body because you're suicidal You aren't doing it oping you'll die You're not ripping flesh from flesh because you want attention The horror inst worth a few glances You're spilling blood like a warlord committing crimes only against your own body because you're trying desperately to stay alive and only in this bleeding, in this pain can you find any peace from the pain of existence and the voice inside you that tell a you just to give up and die already It's counter-intuitive but it's what keeps you alive for another day
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My mind cannot fathom how it happened, Amidst the cruelty in this planet, Reckless use of time, wish I didn't spend, It's a miracle that we even met. All I know is I could rely on you, Even when we are busy, reaching goals. Living, loving, still climbing to see the view, I know we'll still be in each other souls. Zigzags and humps on the road slow me down, A nice best friend like you boosts me forward. Hoping you know you're the best girl in town, Did wish for a gift, now you're my reward. Guess God sure knows I needed a best friend, My love for you will be there till the end.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Maria Elizah DGM
** Wonder if I'll be ok, If it is what it is. Tomorrow, you'll be a stranger. Hoping for love to happen, Over and over again. Unsaid Things. You were real to me Once. Until the next lifetime, I'll try to be fine – without you.
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 6:24 PM UTC
Without You