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"reconsidering" poems
I had built a wall Layer by layer Mortar and stone Until it was so high And so strong I thought no one could break it. But I overlooked something Because when I was done There you were. You just slipped right past my wall Without even noticing its presence. I was too surprised to push you out. And then a funny thing happened I was happy And at peace with the world And reconsidering my wall Reconsidering What I was protecting myself from. I didn't have much of myself To give away But I gave you some of what was left But not so much That it would destroy me To have to take it back. Because I'd been though that before I gave away so much And still most of it is gone. I've been hurt into being More cautious with my feelings Than I used to be. And it turned out to be A good thing A blessing inside a curse Because when you gave that piece back It hurt But I knew it could have been worse. Because you can't break something That's already been broken By another. There wasn't any part of me I gave you That you could destroy I didn't give you that. I keep my heart close to me Because it belongs to another You were only borrowing what I had left. So I will be fine Because I've been through worse And you are not my Kryptonite.
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 12:54 AM UTC
My Kryptonite
I'm not like the other guys. I can't escape this it always finds me, I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping. I can't fight it off because it's not of my control, It's how other people think and I'm just a fool. I can't escape what others percieve me as, I just be myself and I guess I'm an *** I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down, I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around. I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others, But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother. I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot, Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it. My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see, I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me, I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try? It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die. I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong, It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long. I know there's great times but then there's the bad, and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad. I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard! I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards! I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls, I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world! I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do, I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you. I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened, I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end. Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay. I'm probably going too anyways, I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape, But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way? I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying. But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me, Because inside I'm really dying. I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see. I'm just someone confused with this site, Who can't stand all the fights, I want this to be the place that's right, But soon it'll take over my sight. If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent, Make me know, im not like the others, I want to show guys here, that im diffrent. Tell me should I stay?
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
I'm not like the other guys
I'm not like the other guys. I can't escape this it always finds me, I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping. I can't fight it off because it's not of my control, It's how other people think and I'm just a fool. I can't escape what others percieve me as, I just be myself and I guess I'm an *** I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down, I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around. I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others, But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother. I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot, Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it. My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see, I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me, I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try? It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die. I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong, It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long. I know there's great times but then there's the bad, and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad. I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard! I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards! I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls, I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world! I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do, I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you. I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened, I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end. Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay. I'm probably going too anyways, I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape, But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way? I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying. But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me, Because inside I'm really dying. I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see. I'm just someone confused with this site, Who can't stand all the fights, I want this to be the place that's right, But soon it'll take over my sight. If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent, Make me know, im not like the others, I want to show guys here, that im diffrent. Tell me should I stay?
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foam floral caps, work of wet hydrangea,                                   or pulse of caucasian lilacs in a sky-relieved frieze.                                            cambric pennons swag reconsidering                                                 margins of wimpling burn,                                               wherein the stars…twiring stars,                                         the declining stars, moon and planets                                                                     turned--                                       purchase light with morning-hands:                                                           green-bedizened;                                                     amber trammeling bud.                                                 absolve qualm suffusing tyre,                                                    violet’s violent leniency--                                                     and feel, o’bask! in velvet                                                           flume of veins,                                                   as beams of conspiracy raise                                                         to post and lintel,                                                crutching a young god’s legs--                                       and feel, o’supplicate!  bathe in                                                       day’s anatomies,                                          til greave deposit in lacunary sleeves,                                        and a genuflecting sun bow eternally--
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
aube
foam floral caps, work of wet hydrangea,                                   or pulse of caucasian lilacs in a sky-relieved frieze.                                            cambric pennons swag reconsidering                                                 margins of wimpling burn,                                               wherein the stars…twiring stars,                                         the declining stars, moon and planets                                                                     turned--                                       purchase light with morning-hands:                                                           green-bedizened;                                                     amber trammeling bud.                                                 absolve qualm suffusing tyre,                                                    violet’s violent leniency--                                                     and feel, o’bask! in velvet                                                           flume of veins,                                                   as beams of conspiracy raise                                                         to post and lintel,                                                crutching a young god’s legs--                                       and feel, o’supplicate!  bathe in                                                       day’s anatomies,                                          til greave deposit in lacunary sleeves,                                        and a genuflecting sun bow eternally--
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Staring at the night sky. Back to the asphalt, waiting. The stars are dimmed by a thin cloud smattering hanging above relentlessly, the result of a windless evening. Only here on a lampless island could you see through to the stars. The water laps rhythmically against the dockside. Consistent. Reassuring. It seems I’ve been out here forever awaiting my shooting star. Irritating clouds matched with crisp night air, make the search troublesome. It’d be irrational to wait much longer. Reconsidering. Then she tears across the midnight sky. Brilliant and promising. Perhaps the brightest one yet. I’ve never been a man for wishes, but I have an urge to make one right now.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
Patience
Stocked up, locked up In my sanctum ******** Got *** and cigs and cheap wine; For me that makes a quorum. I hope no friend comes by Acting all hale and hearty. They're not inside a moment Then they call up Dial A Party. Then suddenly my place Plays host to all the bums Who have nothing else But the strength to come And just sit on my couch And then eat up all my food Drink all of my ***** While slurring words like “Dude!” Now, I'm not anti-social But I am not Donald Trump Who has plenty of cash To entertain these humps. If they only brought something; A six-pack or some **** I'd find an excuse for them; Some lame reason or need. So, these days I read And keep the stereo off. I don't turn on the lights. Hell, I don't even cough. I hide out in the bedroom Just me and Sam ***** Seriously reconsidering The kind of friends I've made.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
AUNTIE SOCIAL
Without Peace We All Know Where We're Headed...... Give peace a chance, will those of nobility declare Intelligence of spirit, who could ever compare Valiantly fighting the evil in the world, unwilling to fail Earnestly helping those needy, without ever becoming frail Peacefully sacrificing time and energy without ever reconsidering Endangering themselves to constantly make a difference Antagonizing the establishment for an instance Coming home with battle scars to wear and none to share Emphasizing they are not heroes, only that "they care" Angering all others, for showing they disagree Considering the options with nowhere to hide Hiroshima and its aftermaths, would never subside Attempting to disrupt, what those warmongers insist No necessity to justify, the results do persist Coming full circle does our world continue to exist Ending in oblivion, if we don't learn how to desist
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Give Peace A Chance
Never considerate about my thoughts how I feel Now you're reconsidering my hard work efforts Overlooked now being looked for opportunity Been ready sitting on the back burner Learned to be sure of myself better than not know Showing more emotions instead of waiting about to go off Not listening to teens not listening to Thor who have a vote of no confidence All the haters hate them self trying to make me feel the same way I don't do that anymore stop trying to bring me down with you Fighting in this struggle too my hypocrites talking please shut up stop talking Sometimes you can't make it move aside be inspired by the ppl moving up Stop hating trying to keep them back Mad because they found someone should've treated them right or they wouldn't be with someone else
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Pit stop
I'm really reconsidering the sentence 'I Hate You' It's meaning was once very difficult and complicated to me but now it's very clear Hate is Darkness It is Power Evil Bliss Some say it's bittersweet I say it's a ******* warm embrace Some say you shouldn't let it consume you Well I say it feels really good in my heart right now
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
Mixed Emotions
Consider consider consider reconsidering Listen to every single word I say, don’t look at the facts You’ll be under my wing, sweet little singer Reverse reverse reverse reversing Laughing at the television that infects brains with little bugs Teaching your baby mind how to control your arms and legs Walk this way, and believe these things are your relief Talking to drugs, ask ‘em about the way they control the world Taking over, we’re under over the years
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
Brainwash Water
While I worked hard, it came easy to her, While she was a natural at it, I had to grind my way to it. A thought crossed my mind, It’s unfair, I had no flair, no natural gift to spare, for it’s meant only for the gifted, and the blessed. Upon reconsidering, I wasn’t impuissant, I had the vigorous tool of all– belief in myself, a clear path to achieve the goal. Although rudimentary, still, the one to fetch happiness. It might take longer, it might get harder, but certainly is doable, for it’s not about the gift, but grit.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
It’s not about the gift, but grit
Sylvia didn't waste time She kept time In a bell jar On her nightstand Next to the blissfully whirling blackness of eternal oblivion All in the hopes it might one day grow wings And lift her beyond the owl's talons clenching her heart
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
Reconsidering Sylvia
i’m reconsidering what it means to eliminate the space between two people
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Untitled
Sometimes I look at people as something disposable. It's never how they said it'd be. Nothing ever is. I have my moments but I know I'm just a big coward. Everyone has their moments but we all know we're all just a bunch of cowards. Selfish. Grandiose. Narcissistic. Afraid. All this freedom is dangerous. Left free and we're reconsidering analyzing questioning. If there was a better way to go we'd have found it by now. Come close, I have something to tell you. I'd give up everything I've got for just a little peace of mind.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
Sera.../
Caution Dynamite Here lies Pandora's box Not quite a curse Not quite a dark pit But a diamond So sharp It will open up your wounds Just by looking at it Open with caution Open with care In fact Consider not opening the box Consider that the brightness Is as sharp as the edge Consider reconsidering Re-reading your journals
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
Note to self: Warning