"prentending" poems - Hello Poetry

No. I don't hate you. I just pretend to be, it's easier I guess. No. I thought it would be easier. No. I don't hate you. I'm just trying to. Or I guess I was prentending to. But I didn't. No. I don't hate you for doing all these things. All those unnecessary emotions. I guess that love wasn't really for us. No. I don't hate you. It's just that I can't love you anymore so I'm finding ways to stop this unnecessary feelings. No. I don't hate you. I just thought you were that one but I guess I should still be looking for. No. I don't hate you for doing this to me. I guess you were kinda right but if you still wanted to talk, I'm here. I'm always here. No. I don't hate you. I just hate the fact that I can't look at you the sameway again. Cause I can't fall in love with you again. No. i don't hate you. i just hate the circumstances that no matter what we do we can never talk to each other again. No. I don't hate you. I just hate the fact that I can't even get near you. You feel like 10,000 fet away from me everytime. No. I don't hate you. I just hate the way everyone looks at us that they wanted to tell something really insulting. No. I don't hate you. I just wanted those few broken peices of myself that I can't find within me anymore. I just wanted those back. No. I don't hate you. Because if I did. That wasn't love..

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Jun 12, 2015

Jun 12, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC

azriel-domingo

No! I Don't Hate You!!

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November is a month i dread, all the marking... all the words ..... ideas clutter up in my head.... all the hopes and ambitions weigh heavily on my back. the first day, my birthday hip hip hooray!!! then a rushing, pell mell downward track of red pens and meetings going on and on and on planning, prepping, late night stressing then, when not at work, not shirking, just not working hoping to give the brain a rest am bombarded... like i am ******** in cheer ...continual messages of christmas is near.... coffee and carols, shopping and angels harking, harking, joy to the world, fa al lalala... Santa queues truly not an Ebeneezer but Christmas teasers in November make me grey around the gills fish out of water lamb to the slaughter and running on empty, always empty, just want one day... when the world would stop hassling and just go away no end of year parties... prentending to be hale and hearty with all sorts of colleagues and academic smarties no presentations of budgets.. thinner than last no we could not fast this area, to be on line no it's alright, it will be just fine while sculling copious amounts of cheap, cheap, nasty red wine. no hangover from said feast... no, you be the one to corner the beast. no more standing with mothers and others watching children in a god awful christmas play and clapping and chatting while little bettsy recieves an award for knitting a sleeve and george gets one for adding fourhundred and forty please, please show me the door..... not to mention hayfever, daylight savings and more but all this seems trivial... when I consider the blight of my life... in the stakes of annuity. the month of November has a great heart Movember...a charity of moustache art has an fanatic in my big, bluff,bloke for a month he curries and cares for the caterpillar that grows on his lip... a fuzzy flecked monstrosity with the mange and a weird flip. November a month of avoiding the succour of contact.... with that thing, my toes curl now thinking of it.... tho I try not to react (after all charity begins at home) november november truly you are the *** last year he bought the ****** thing a comb yet in the end you are but a month and it seems I survive you year after year thank god for take away meals and long cold beers....

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC

betterdays

Thirty days....just 30 days

November is a month i dread, all the marking... all the words ..... ideas clutter up in my head.... all the hopes and ambitions weigh heavily on my back. the first day, my birthday hip hip hooray!!! then a rushing, pell mell downward track of red pens and meetings going on and on and on planning, prepping, late night stressing then, when not at work, not shirking, just not working hoping to give the brain a rest am bombarded... like i am ******** in cheer ...continual messages of christmas is near.... coffee and carols, shopping and angels harking, harking, joy to the world, fa al lalala... Santa queues truly not an Ebeneezer but Christmas teasers in November make me grey around the gills fish out of water lamb to the slaughter and running on empty, always empty, just want one day... when the world would stop hassling and just go away no end of year parties... prentending to be hale and hearty with all sorts of colleagues and academic smarties no presentations of budgets.. thinner than last no we could not fast this area, to be on line no it's alright, it will be just fine while sculling copious amounts of cheap, cheap, nasty red wine. no hangover from said feast... no, you be the one to corner the beast. no more standing with mothers and others watching children in a god awful christmas play and clapping and chatting while little bettsy recieves an award for knitting a sleeve and george gets one for adding fourhundred and forty please, please show me the door..... not to mention hayfever, daylight savings and more but all this seems trivial... when I consider the blight of my life... in the stakes of annuity. the month of November has a great heart Movember...a charity of moustache art has an fanatic in my big, bluff,bloke for a month he curries and cares for the caterpillar that grows on his lip... a fuzzy flecked monstrosity with the mange and a weird flip. November a month of avoiding the succour of contact.... with that thing, my toes curl now thinking of it.... tho I try not to react (after all charity begins at home) november november truly you are the *** last year he bought the ****** thing a comb yet in the end you are but a month and it seems I survive you year after year thank god for take away meals and long cold beers....

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In a four wall room She feel so small She feel out of place Cant walk alone inside and roam Everytime she's alone Sitting and prentending is all she can do She sits like no one's there Pretending that she is okay Her mind overthinks oftenly slowly being eaten by all her insecurities Insecurities that she is so small And compare to others that she is too low

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC

mmd

Untitled

In a four wall room She feel so small She feel out of place Cant walk alone inside and roam Everytime she's alone Sitting and prentending is all she can do She sits like no one's there Pretending that she is okay Her mind overthinks oftenly slowly being eaten by all her insecurities Insecurities that she is so small And compare to others that she is too low

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Its times like this when i get home later than expected. Hes sleeping peacefully, But theres plenty to do: Dishes Litterboxes Laundry Sweeping Mopping Vaccuming Cleaning my car Sleeping Bathing Brushing my teeth Existing Smiling Being Happy, or prentending to be Be uncomortable in my own skin Scratch my arm in hopes the skin starts peeling off Man this list is too much for me Im going to bed.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC

backgroundcharacter

2:39:47 AM

Its times like this when i get home later than expected. Hes sleeping peacefully, But theres plenty to do: Dishes Litterboxes Laundry Sweeping Mopping Vaccuming Cleaning my car Sleeping Bathing Brushing my teeth Existing Smiling Being Happy, or prentending to be Be uncomortable in my own skin Scratch my arm in hopes the skin starts peeling off Man this list is too much for me Im going to bed.

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[Part 1] So far behind Though it seems I lead the pack My heart does beat My lungs, they breathe right back I am alive. Sometimes it is as if Death has arrived at my door Progress has come to a halt My dreams deprived of anything more Am I alive? I am become a stagnant pond Where wind will howl not, nor warmth bid his welcome--- The cold, it chills the marrow of my bones Am I dead? From my purgatorial porch, I perch to view the news, My peers about me move along with time Whilst I float in drollery, prentending to flow the same--- Apparently convincingly so I cannot be dead. Mind and muscle try, but do not succeed There is no regress, But they dig a deep ditch, Down in which I have made my mess--- I am stuck. [Part 2] Each success is one step ahead Each failure, three lessons to learn Overcoming mistakes should put them to bed And the next two steps are two steps earned I can get out! Eyes see forward, not behind Let the brain leave the bad in the back of its mind So then it may focus on what it has gained The next few steps are the few that remain I am alive! [Part 3] So far behind Though it seems I've led the pack I need not worry To accept the gruesome facts I will make it! I am not standing water Nor am I stuck between life and death I am alive, ********* Hear me take a breath! I just have to snap out of it and get back to walking.

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC

derbyinthegreen

Trailing

[Part 1] So far behind Though it seems I lead the pack My heart does beat My lungs, they breathe right back I am alive. Sometimes it is as if Death has arrived at my door Progress has come to a halt My dreams deprived of anything more Am I alive? I am become a stagnant pond Where wind will howl not, nor warmth bid his welcome--- The cold, it chills the marrow of my bones Am I dead? From my purgatorial porch, I perch to view the news, My peers about me move along with time Whilst I float in drollery, prentending to flow the same--- Apparently convincingly so I cannot be dead. Mind and muscle try, but do not succeed There is no regress, But they dig a deep ditch, Down in which I have made my mess--- I am stuck. [Part 2] Each success is one step ahead Each failure, three lessons to learn Overcoming mistakes should put them to bed And the next two steps are two steps earned I can get out! Eyes see forward, not behind Let the brain leave the bad in the back of its mind So then it may focus on what it has gained The next few steps are the few that remain I am alive! [Part 3] So far behind Though it seems I've led the pack I need not worry To accept the gruesome facts I will make it! I am not standing water Nor am I stuck between life and death I am alive, ********* Hear me take a breath! I just have to snap out of it and get back to walking.

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I was a 4 year old kid who visited his father in hospital every day for months. The worst part about that was prentending everything will be normal. That me telling my dad "it'll be ok" will make it come true.But it doesn't.People would walk around and tell me that ok is relative. Some are just more ok than others but in that moment I felt anything but okay. Because to this day, I still say "no kid should watch his father strapped up to machines trying to breathe the words that say don't worry too much". Between each broken breath I can remember him asking about whether I'd behave at home, like a few bruises and cuts on my face would change how anything was going to play out. Some days I wish I could reverse death. Some days I wish I could reverse time. This is one of those days. Because 17 years ago I lost a man who was supposed to show me what it was like to be a man. How to stand like a man. How to walk like a man. How to talk like a man. So you know what really keeps me going? Being childish. It's easier. Easier to pretend. Easier to believe in imaginary things like an imaginary dad giving me advices. Most kids grew up with an imaginary friend or a unicorn, I grew up with an imaginary dad.

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC

Little-star

Confessional Poem 1

I was a 4 year old kid who visited his father in hospital every day for months. The worst part about that was prentending everything will be normal. That me telling my dad "it'll be ok" will make it come true.But it doesn't.People would walk around and tell me that ok is relative. Some are just more ok than others but in that moment I felt anything but okay. Because to this day, I still say "no kid should watch his father strapped up to machines trying to breathe the words that say don't worry too much". Between each broken breath I can remember him asking about whether I'd behave at home, like a few bruises and cuts on my face would change how anything was going to play out. Some days I wish I could reverse death. Some days I wish I could reverse time. This is one of those days. Because 17 years ago I lost a man who was supposed to show me what it was like to be a man. How to stand like a man. How to walk like a man. How to talk like a man. So you know what really keeps me going? Being childish. It's easier. Easier to pretend. Easier to believe in imaginary things like an imaginary dad giving me advices. Most kids grew up with an imaginary friend or a unicorn, I grew up with an imaginary dad.

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Sweet, dainty lips And starry merry eyes Her fingertips collide With tingly butterflies Fragile little thing Oh, watch out for the wolves Or what it might bring And how it would move Cold hearted lass Heart like a glass Forbade from the wolves Obtained pure sass Big, big wolf Had gotten near Near that little honey With his wicked seer Naive little girl Beams upon bad He melted and he swirled Her heart, ice clad Big,wicked wolf Jinxed the frigid heart Prentending, oh, prentending The wolf was smart Silly, silly ***** How silly you can be Never marked words You're always carefree Evil, sadist wolf Plucked the scarlet heart Evil, sadist wolf Plunged in a dart Silly, silly ***** Sobbing little sights Poor broken baby And blood atop her thighs Mad, sadist wolf Threw the heart below Mad, sadist wolf ********* and foe Withing, a broken wolf A ********* in show Within his hairy heart A tragedy he rows

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Jul 4, 2018

Jul 4, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC

Anne_88

A Wolf's Tale

Sweet, dainty lips And starry merry eyes Her fingertips collide With tingly butterflies Fragile little thing Oh, watch out for the wolves Or what it might bring And how it would move Cold hearted lass Heart like a glass Forbade from the wolves Obtained pure sass Big, big wolf Had gotten near Near that little honey With his wicked seer Naive little girl Beams upon bad He melted and he swirled Her heart, ice clad Big,wicked wolf Jinxed the frigid heart Prentending, oh, prentending The wolf was smart Silly, silly ***** How silly you can be Never marked words You're always carefree Evil, sadist wolf Plucked the scarlet heart Evil, sadist wolf Plunged in a dart Silly, silly ***** Sobbing little sights Poor broken baby And blood atop her thighs Mad, sadist wolf Threw the heart below Mad, sadist wolf ********* and foe Withing, a broken wolf A ********* in show Within his hairy heart A tragedy he rows

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I am okay If okay means knowing people are prentending to be friends with you If it means noticing a lot of things changing And you, just wanting to eat, sleep and cuddle pillows a lot If okay means things are not well but you're hoping for the best yet still expecting the worst Embracing sadness thats creeping Breaking into tiny ashes while the world does not care nor does not notice Then yes I am okay

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

writingwriter

Are you okay?

I am okay If okay means knowing people are prentending to be friends with you If it means noticing a lot of things changing And you, just wanting to eat, sleep and cuddle pillows a lot If okay means things are not well but you're hoping for the best yet still expecting the worst Embracing sadness thats creeping Breaking into tiny ashes while the world does not care nor does not notice Then yes I am okay

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Hold me when i say i give up Hold me when i say i can no longer continue Hold me when i walk away Hold me when i say i no longer love you Hold me pls Hold me i beg Hold me Hold me because all this time im lying Hold me for denying that im okay that everything is fine Hold me for prentending Hold me for smiling even if i want to break down Hold me for im still crying evrytime im alone Hold me for i can no longer hold me Hold me for i feel sorry for myself for wanting you to stay Hold me for feeling this way Hold me because all this time i want you to hold me Hold me.

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

anemone

Hold Me

Hold me when i say i give up Hold me when i say i can no longer continue Hold me when i walk away Hold me when i say i no longer love you Hold me pls Hold me i beg Hold me Hold me because all this time im lying Hold me for denying that im okay that everything is fine Hold me for prentending Hold me for smiling even if i want to break down Hold me for im still crying evrytime im alone Hold me for i can no longer hold me Hold me for i feel sorry for myself for wanting you to stay Hold me for feeling this way Hold me because all this time i want you to hold me Hold me.

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