"resending" poems - Hello Poetry

What's the right way to say I'm emotionally unavailable. You can't have them because they only swim in my ink. Like a flurry of scribbled words on the back of my napkin. All the love and pain right there. "I need you back". There is a realization to be had when you come to miss the feeling more than the person. When it was never about the person to begin with. If it wasn't the person... How do I find it again? I always fell in love too hard too fast. I guess I let it flood out and now I've got no reserves. I can't even force it long enough to imagine you next to me. "I don't love you." Will I even recognize it when Its at my doorstep again. You always hear of those people who say they are broken and think, how could you be? It's not until you find the shattered peieces hiding behind the door that you see how it really is. I wish there was a human handbook to repair a heart. DIY heart repair. I seem to win hearts.. But all I end up doing is resending the prize. Don't stop tying right? I wonder how many battle fields I'll wander today...

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC

jack-thompson1991

Imagine That.

What's the right way to say I'm emotionally unavailable. You can't have them because they only swim in my ink. Like a flurry of scribbled words on the back of my napkin. All the love and pain right there. "I need you back". There is a realization to be had when you come to miss the feeling more than the person. When it was never about the person to begin with. If it wasn't the person... How do I find it again? I always fell in love too hard too fast. I guess I let it flood out and now I've got no reserves. I can't even force it long enough to imagine you next to me. "I don't love you." Will I even recognize it when Its at my doorstep again. You always hear of those people who say they are broken and think, how could you be? It's not until you find the shattered peieces hiding behind the door that you see how it really is. I wish there was a human handbook to repair a heart. DIY heart repair. I seem to win hearts.. But all I end up doing is resending the prize. Don't stop tying right? I wonder how many battle fields I'll wander today...

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As I lay here in this coffin, six feet beneath the ground... My heart which once was beating, now doesn't make a sound. My lungs which once were breathing, are airless in my chest... My virtue so resending, I did what I knew best... I lived a gangsta lifestyle, never thinking I would die... But the truth really turned out to be, I was living out a lie... The lives I took were many, and yet I buried none... So many call me heartless, for killing their beloved son... God gave me many chances, to change my evil ways and pride... Before the Reaper with his sickle, struck me with great stride... This life of thugs and hustlers, and bangin in the street... Is the reason that I lost it all, and my heart has stopped to beat... Now it seems I lost all chances, to save my sinful soul... For now I lay here in this coffin, deep within this hole... Was I a devoted gangsta? Or perhaps a mindless slave... For it's rare that someone comes to mourn me, or place flowers on my grave...

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC

william-gonzalez

**** Life

As I lay here in this coffin, six feet beneath the ground... My heart which once was beating, now doesn't make a sound. My lungs which once were breathing, are airless in my chest... My virtue so resending, I did what I knew best... I lived a gangsta lifestyle, never thinking I would die... But the truth really turned out to be, I was living out a lie... The lives I took were many, and yet I buried none... So many call me heartless, for killing their beloved son... God gave me many chances, to change my evil ways and pride... Before the Reaper with his sickle, struck me with great stride... This life of thugs and hustlers, and bangin in the street... Is the reason that I lost it all, and my heart has stopped to beat... Now it seems I lost all chances, to save my sinful soul... For now I lay here in this coffin, deep within this hole... Was I a devoted gangsta? Or perhaps a mindless slave... For it's rare that someone comes to mourn me, or place flowers on my grave...

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I sit alone in a room with all my fears fighting to enter my mind; As soon as the door to my brain opens, the fears pour in and my emotions unwind. I jump and I fall, I scream and I shout; Just hoping that the troubles will tremble out. My body loses control and I have no feeling at all; The minutes pass and I shrink, as my fears grow tall. I find my way under the bed and into a small corner; By this time my thoughts are huge and I am suddenly shorter. The twisting and turning of my unpleasant mind; Leads me to break down and begin to cry. I'm now crying and screeching as I can't stop this nightmare from ending; Only hoping that the pain will stop, and the signs in my body start resending. Hours have passed and I awake on the floor; Only wondering if everyone knew what happened behind my door!

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC

sarah-antilope

I shrink, my fears grow

I sit alone in a room with all my fears fighting to enter my mind; As soon as the door to my brain opens, the fears pour in and my emotions unwind. I jump and I fall, I scream and I shout; Just hoping that the troubles will tremble out. My body loses control and I have no feeling at all; The minutes pass and I shrink, as my fears grow tall. I find my way under the bed and into a small corner; By this time my thoughts are huge and I am suddenly shorter. The twisting and turning of my unpleasant mind; Leads me to break down and begin to cry. I'm now crying and screeching as I can't stop this nightmare from ending; Only hoping that the pain will stop, and the signs in my body start resending. Hours have passed and I awake on the floor; Only wondering if everyone knew what happened behind my door!

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I feel all at once thrown up, as the ball in a child's game, thrown from hand to hand in the glee of the players. And yet as the ball I feel the anxiety of the initial launch, the growing dread of the acceleration. The pungent fear of the plummet. The growing anger at my mistreatment before the toss begins again. I feel all at once caught between the rock of my need and the hard place of my desire. Each squeezing me ever tighter, pressing me ever more, forcing me ever deeper. Forced to at a multitude of times be pushed past the line of determination I have drawn in the sand. To walk and trip over the words that like my laces I had thought tied and secure. I feel all at once thrown off balance, within the free fall of resending my words my resolve and lamenting my decision after the deed is done and my goal like my body crashes into the ground. I ask myself where is this to end, am I to forever bend to the force of nature, unstoppable as a hurricane sweeping away all my mental strength. Am I to only be a leaf to my emotions, reactions, blown away from the safety of my branch. Left to drift aimlessly till the wind decides to set me down to lay in an insignificant pile. Have I not a single fiber in my being capable of drawing forth anger like a geyser to stretch out from the depths of my heart and rebel. Or am I simply a ball tossed between whichever two forces that decide to use me as their play thing. Tossing me with out any regard for the safety of my mind. Oh peace I ask from where will you come, for I need you now.

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Feb 9, 2012

Feb 9, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC

elvis-okumu

Tossed

I feel all at once thrown up, as the ball in a child's game, thrown from hand to hand in the glee of the players. And yet as the ball I feel the anxiety of the initial launch, the growing dread of the acceleration. The pungent fear of the plummet. The growing anger at my mistreatment before the toss begins again. I feel all at once caught between the rock of my need and the hard place of my desire. Each squeezing me ever tighter, pressing me ever more, forcing me ever deeper. Forced to at a multitude of times be pushed past the line of determination I have drawn in the sand. To walk and trip over the words that like my laces I had thought tied and secure. I feel all at once thrown off balance, within the free fall of resending my words my resolve and lamenting my decision after the deed is done and my goal like my body crashes into the ground. I ask myself where is this to end, am I to forever bend to the force of nature, unstoppable as a hurricane sweeping away all my mental strength. Am I to only be a leaf to my emotions, reactions, blown away from the safety of my branch. Left to drift aimlessly till the wind decides to set me down to lay in an insignificant pile. Have I not a single fiber in my being capable of drawing forth anger like a geyser to stretch out from the depths of my heart and rebel. Or am I simply a ball tossed between whichever two forces that decide to use me as their play thing. Tossing me with out any regard for the safety of my mind. Oh peace I ask from where will you come, for I need you now.

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with apology a sonnet brave I pretend to be worthy resending a message meant to be slang tongue-in-cheek I speak ***** how I smile happily, smirk. Entrancing asking no bitterness, I say, Sorry. I do not repent! As your servant I am seeking no ill, dirtily.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC

wordvango

apologetic

with apology a sonnet brave I pretend to be worthy resending a message meant to be slang tongue-in-cheek I speak ***** how I smile happily, smirk. Entrancing asking no bitterness, I say, Sorry. I do not repent! As your servant I am seeking no ill, dirtily.

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Hath they quaver By any other sway but West To sunset For its fallen brother I would have taken Far from mistaken The beads of sweat from rest Risen dried Crackle bones lost milk of mother And other Departed as the bending sigh The one that bred its daughter lie So seed can bloom with mindful bride Shed off the blissful slumber Would golden blaze Be unlike the brass war-chains In low remains Whilst weight shift in its wake Tell moving breath Out come its wealth And not the founding of its pains Slip from sightless Gloss a cover of unknowing Left bowing No wisp of remorse or remiss But metal shifts And opened rifts Divide an ocean outgrowing Shards beneath Emblazoned even if in dark I shall hark Precious dull that beckons breathe Even if restrained Will not let waned How earthen dreams have left their mark If I could see Old ones with minds of gilded time Would it shine And make pearls out of shapeless sea Take their age Befit a sage To wrap this darkened world with light Safe walkway Come by the cobbles by the days And passing they Make moulded casts of harshest clay So must I Wait then to lie Once sibling star has passed my way Ore-laid wreath Weigh low my courage rash and weak So bleak Beside the timeless task to seek Shores for the flame Never the same Like sands through spyglass let receive Should they fall In avalanche cascade their edge A hopeless fledge Understand a broken wall Births fouled resentment Doubtless consignment The dam repent its burden baggage Return By rivers come a lightened sky A catching eye To spread the scattered overturn Ringlets in the armour glow Wind suffered gently blow Witness resending wisdom fly

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC

monocephalized

Breathe Again

Hath they quaver By any other sway but West To sunset For its fallen brother I would have taken Far from mistaken The beads of sweat from rest Risen dried Crackle bones lost milk of mother And other Departed as the bending sigh The one that bred its daughter lie So seed can bloom with mindful bride Shed off the blissful slumber Would golden blaze Be unlike the brass war-chains In low remains Whilst weight shift in its wake Tell moving breath Out come its wealth And not the founding of its pains Slip from sightless Gloss a cover of unknowing Left bowing No wisp of remorse or remiss But metal shifts And opened rifts Divide an ocean outgrowing Shards beneath Emblazoned even if in dark I shall hark Precious dull that beckons breathe Even if restrained Will not let waned How earthen dreams have left their mark If I could see Old ones with minds of gilded time Would it shine And make pearls out of shapeless sea Take their age Befit a sage To wrap this darkened world with light Safe walkway Come by the cobbles by the days And passing they Make moulded casts of harshest clay So must I Wait then to lie Once sibling star has passed my way Ore-laid wreath Weigh low my courage rash and weak So bleak Beside the timeless task to seek Shores for the flame Never the same Like sands through spyglass let receive Should they fall In avalanche cascade their edge A hopeless fledge Understand a broken wall Births fouled resentment Doubtless consignment The dam repent its burden baggage Return By rivers come a lightened sky A catching eye To spread the scattered overturn Ringlets in the armour glow Wind suffered gently blow Witness resending wisdom fly

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