"somehwere" poems - Hello Poetry

There is a place i go to hide There is a place where i wished i had died There is a place somehwere near Where i have often gone and cried This place i tried to share But no one seemed to care To me it was magical Buf i didn't really dare To hope that they could see Because this place encompassed me And wasnt about them It was where i had come to be To be who i am now Its where i found Out who i truly was Its where my heart was bound I went there often I havent been back I miss it That beautiful rooftop Where i would sit And cry Or wish i could die Or think about suicide Or where i would go When there was no one home And i could sit and think I miss my rooftop It was my place.

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC

makayla-shea

My rooftop

There is a place i go to hide There is a place where i wished i had died There is a place somehwere near Where i have often gone and cried This place i tried to share But no one seemed to care To me it was magical Buf i didn't really dare To hope that they could see Because this place encompassed me And wasnt about them It was where i had come to be To be who i am now Its where i found Out who i truly was Its where my heart was bound I went there often I havent been back I miss it That beautiful rooftop Where i would sit And cry Or wish i could die Or think about suicide Or where i would go When there was no one home And i could sit and think I miss my rooftop It was my place.

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I see no degradtion in my broken passion of words these words I speak from my deepest creases my secrets hidden in the birds I let you read me in my peices of peices and I am called absurd I let you let me shift you with my magic now your vision of me is more blurred Ill let you hunt me down so lopsided and up and done battered I open the door hallucinating and tattered its not not like you never mattered I just have remote in my hands I have intrusive in my wastelands now my lungs expand slow ly I lift my eyes and bend my head without voice I preech muse of the dead Im yearning for more than lifes bread and we yell enough enough was said but I get on my knees and I beg life I say might there be something better that you can grant to express myself in ways purer than this because I feel that I cant I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land somehwere to a brutal coma where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist hidden deep in every uncharted abyss they will come up from the mudd I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud I will lift my head up then nudge in acceptence of all these empty cabinets they have been emptied out by my wet mouth to ease the pain and **** the drought that burries itself like a baby under the sheets of blood in my eyes

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Oct 31, 2010

Oct 31, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC

midnight-prague

voice

I see no degradtion in my broken passion of words these words I speak from my deepest creases my secrets hidden in the birds I let you read me in my peices of peices and I am called absurd I let you let me shift you with my magic now your vision of me is more blurred Ill let you hunt me down so lopsided and up and done battered I open the door hallucinating and tattered its not not like you never mattered I just have remote in my hands I have intrusive in my wastelands now my lungs expand slow ly I lift my eyes and bend my head without voice I preech muse of the dead Im yearning for more than lifes bread and we yell enough enough was said but I get on my knees and I beg life I say might there be something better that you can grant to express myself in ways purer than this because I feel that I cant I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land somehwere to a brutal coma where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist hidden deep in every uncharted abyss they will come up from the mudd I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud I will lift my head up then nudge in acceptence of all these empty cabinets they have been emptied out by my wet mouth to ease the pain and **** the drought that burries itself like a baby under the sheets of blood in my eyes

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I see no degradtion in my broken passion of words these words I speak from my deepest creases my secrets hidden in the birds I let you read me in my peices of peices and I am called absurd I let you let me shift you with my magic now your vision of me is more blurred Ill let you hunt me down so lopsided and up and done battered I open the door hallucinating and tattered its not not like you never mattered I just have remote in my hands I have intrusive in my wastelands now my lungs expand slow ly I lift my eyes and bend my head without voice I preech muse of the dead Im yearning for more than lifes bread and we yell enough enough was said but I get on my knees and I beg life I say might there be something better that you can grant to express myself in ways purer than this because I feel that I cant I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land somehwere to a brutal coma where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist hidden deep in every uncharted abyss they will come up from the mudd I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud I will lift my head up then nudge in acceptence of all these empty cabinets they have been emptied out by my wet mouth to ease the pain and **** the drought that burries itself like a baby

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Nov 1, 2010

Nov 1, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC

midnight-prague

Stitched Voice

I see no degradtion in my broken passion of words these words I speak from my deepest creases my secrets hidden in the birds I let you read me in my peices of peices and I am called absurd I let you let me shift you with my magic now your vision of me is more blurred Ill let you hunt me down so lopsided and up and done battered I open the door hallucinating and tattered its not not like you never mattered I just have remote in my hands I have intrusive in my wastelands now my lungs expand slow ly I lift my eyes and bend my head without voice I preech muse of the dead Im yearning for more than lifes bread and we yell enough enough was said but I get on my knees and I beg life I say might there be something better that you can grant to express myself in ways purer than this because I feel that I cant I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land somehwere to a brutal coma where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist hidden deep in every uncharted abyss they will come up from the mudd I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud I will lift my head up then nudge in acceptence of all these empty cabinets they have been emptied out by my wet mouth to ease the pain and **** the drought that burries itself like a baby

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T'was fun Somehwere i've never been Forming bonds i've never had Trying things i've never tried Fallacy in my reality Driving under the sun Then I came back home But Somewhere Perahps another reality I am still driving I never left I can sense it Also It might have never happened But If you ask around it did

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Mar 27, 2021

Mar 27, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC

99cents

Long drive

T'was fun Somehwere i've never been Forming bonds i've never had Trying things i've never tried Fallacy in my reality Driving under the sun Then I came back home But Somewhere Perahps another reality I am still driving I never left I can sense it Also It might have never happened But If you ask around it did

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what was it like? Being ripped away from the only place you ever knew, the place you grew up in, what you called home. In a ship cramped between foreign people. Bones, both yours and theirs, protruding, digging into your sides. Did this scare you? How did it feel? Your neck, ankles, wrists chained. Your body binded to others who suffered the same fear of this unkown. Frozen, immobile, confined to this state, Uncertainty lacing the air Your lungs filling with dread How did you breathe? what was it like? arriving somehwere new, completely different and obscure where you would be stripped of being yourself where your name and beliefs would not matter where you were judged by appearance and your abilities. Did you know this? How did it feel? Doing what they wanted Having no control of your life Being defenceless to them using you Them placing their hands where they should not be Sold as if you were an object Treated like animals Did that break you? What was it like? When they took them away without even a second glance. as if they werent your most prized possession. as if your blood did not run through their veins When he said the boy was not his and refused to raise him Did that hurt you? How did it feel To be considered a slave?

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC

c-der

Slavery

what was it like? Being ripped away from the only place you ever knew, the place you grew up in, what you called home. In a ship cramped between foreign people. Bones, both yours and theirs, protruding, digging into your sides. Did this scare you? How did it feel? Your neck, ankles, wrists chained. Your body binded to others who suffered the same fear of this unkown. Frozen, immobile, confined to this state, Uncertainty lacing the air Your lungs filling with dread How did you breathe? what was it like? arriving somehwere new, completely different and obscure where you would be stripped of being yourself where your name and beliefs would not matter where you were judged by appearance and your abilities. Did you know this? How did it feel? Doing what they wanted Having no control of your life Being defenceless to them using you Them placing their hands where they should not be Sold as if you were an object Treated like animals Did that break you? What was it like? When they took them away without even a second glance. as if they werent your most prized possession. as if your blood did not run through their veins When he said the boy was not his and refused to raise him Did that hurt you? How did it feel To be considered a slave?

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*is there a special rule book, that tells you how to be? All the right things to say and do, that they have and not me? Slowly I am wothering, a flower deprived of sun. Longing to belong to, somehwere or someone. I wonder why god put me here, when clearly I don't belong. Or else they wouldn't send us away, I guess we can't get along. Nobody would even notice, if I just went away. Cause' I'm not fit for this place called earth, and I cannot stand to stay. You can cry, but they won't take sympathy because you're less than human You can try to run, but they'll just **** you quicker because you're barely human And I can pray to God that they spare my life, but not even God can stop them because, I guess, I'm not even human* LDW

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Mar 5, 2014

Mar 5, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC

lacey-danielle

I Do Not Belong • a poem about the holocause •

*is there a special rule book, that tells you how to be? All the right things to say and do, that they have and not me? Slowly I am wothering, a flower deprived of sun. Longing to belong to, somehwere or someone. I wonder why god put me here, when clearly I don't belong. Or else they wouldn't send us away, I guess we can't get along. Nobody would even notice, if I just went away. Cause' I'm not fit for this place called earth, and I cannot stand to stay. You can cry, but they won't take sympathy because you're less than human You can try to run, but they'll just **** you quicker because you're barely human And I can pray to God that they spare my life, but not even God can stop them because, I guess, I'm not even human* LDW

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Dylis on a table, tag around her toe. She tried to make it somewhere. Dylis on a table, disease around herself. She tried to make it somehwere. Dylis on a table, She tried to make it somewhere. AIDS the on to travel, she has found herself nowhere. Dylis on a table, tag around her toe. She tried to make it somehwere. Had to let life go.

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Aug 8, 2012

Aug 8, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC

preech

Dylis (Part two)

Dylis on a table, tag around her toe. She tried to make it somewhere. Dylis on a table, disease around herself. She tried to make it somehwere. Dylis on a table, She tried to make it somewhere. AIDS the on to travel, she has found herself nowhere. Dylis on a table, tag around her toe. She tried to make it somehwere. Had to let life go.

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I never knew how much you meant to me until you were gone Until you disappeared to hell or heaven To be with your sister or not To decompose and help a tree grow To reincarnate and come back to me To fill the void To anywhere but somehwere with me To anywhere but somewhere I can see To anywhere but the place I need you to be, Here with me

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May 19, 2021

May 19, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC

Autumn42

Gone

I never knew how much you meant to me until you were gone Until you disappeared to hell or heaven To be with your sister or not To decompose and help a tree grow To reincarnate and come back to me To fill the void To anywhere but somehwere with me To anywhere but somewhere I can see To anywhere but the place I need you to be, Here with me

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I wanna write a letter to you but I thought it better if I used my metaphores and told a story for ya this one starts when I was young before all that numb stuff back before love was a cup full of drugs back where I grew up there wasn't much but a couple of us kids livin life like we wished the sunshined all the time you could catch us out side from noon till night ridin bikes, playin play fight on the same side, bein knights slaying dragons with our swords or soldiers out at war always packing action with whatever we imagined happend I remember vividly impatiently waitin for the gamin on the end the week on the ps 1,2,3, 360, pc, or wii, just livin the dream with my brother somewhere in the suburbs in the pool gettin sun burnt little fools with each other gettin noodles after supper time seemed to fly so slow waitin on the cold so we could go play in the snow till we're red in the nose knowin Christmas coming close it was simple livin those days when we were children at times I miss it kinda wish it didn't ever end though us back then wanted to grow up so bad an reminscin it's the same **** it's wishin we were somehwere different missin out on the beauty of livin minute to minute that's livin in now so stuck up in the clouds come down an look around what you'll find is pretty awesome opportunity begins to blossom everything stops looking so rotten so often lost in those Glory days never stop to entertain that hey maybe today's the golden age sun still shinin an I'm feelin great slow down bud there's so much to do growin up it'll come so soon the futures bright and the past was great but for a while let's live in today

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC

joshw

The beauty of now

I wanna write a letter to you but I thought it better if I used my metaphores and told a story for ya this one starts when I was young before all that numb stuff back before love was a cup full of drugs back where I grew up there wasn't much but a couple of us kids livin life like we wished the sunshined all the time you could catch us out side from noon till night ridin bikes, playin play fight on the same side, bein knights slaying dragons with our swords or soldiers out at war always packing action with whatever we imagined happend I remember vividly impatiently waitin for the gamin on the end the week on the ps 1,2,3, 360, pc, or wii, just livin the dream with my brother somewhere in the suburbs in the pool gettin sun burnt little fools with each other gettin noodles after supper time seemed to fly so slow waitin on the cold so we could go play in the snow till we're red in the nose knowin Christmas coming close it was simple livin those days when we were children at times I miss it kinda wish it didn't ever end though us back then wanted to grow up so bad an reminscin it's the same **** it's wishin we were somehwere different missin out on the beauty of livin minute to minute that's livin in now so stuck up in the clouds come down an look around what you'll find is pretty awesome opportunity begins to blossom everything stops looking so rotten so often lost in those Glory days never stop to entertain that hey maybe today's the golden age sun still shinin an I'm feelin great slow down bud there's so much to do growin up it'll come so soon the futures bright and the past was great but for a while let's live in today

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as I sit here, watching this door in the dark, my mind wanders to what just happened. my mind blanks out and replays everything that was said in that one instant of that long night. on everything, I regret every word, every loud, disgusting word I yelled at you. I know you were somehwere feeling the same way. I know you were somewhere fuming with heat and sorrow, wanting to come home. but I knew you probably wouldnt, since you know what I would have more to say. But tonight... if you came back... I would say nothing. I wanted you back home, safe with me, with the little family you have in me, where you know I love you no matter what. I burned a hole in the door that night, hearing myself breathe, my heart jumping at every sound that passed my ears. after an hour, my heart gave up on looking so I rolled one and turned on the tv to drown the room with sound until I could forget. I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge --- you bought me my favorite ice cream yesterday and when I looked at the tub... I wanted to drown in my own hot tears that dripped down my face. I snatched it and sat back down, still anticipating that you would open the door. after two movies and a show noone new about, I gave up on listening, I gave up on you coming home. I slipped into a sleep that was uneasy but still comfortable to my hot chest. I laid there on the couch, half drowned in ice cream and **** smoke. my mind drifted to you and a future without you, I drifted to a world where we werent we, I shivered in the thought and when I could take no more ... I popped up in a sweat, and in my chair... was you.

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC

kleotrapah

its 3am ...

as I sit here, watching this door in the dark, my mind wanders to what just happened. my mind blanks out and replays everything that was said in that one instant of that long night. on everything, I regret every word, every loud, disgusting word I yelled at you. I know you were somehwere feeling the same way. I know you were somewhere fuming with heat and sorrow, wanting to come home. but I knew you probably wouldnt, since you know what I would have more to say. But tonight... if you came back... I would say nothing. I wanted you back home, safe with me, with the little family you have in me, where you know I love you no matter what. I burned a hole in the door that night, hearing myself breathe, my heart jumping at every sound that passed my ears. after an hour, my heart gave up on looking so I rolled one and turned on the tv to drown the room with sound until I could forget. I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge --- you bought me my favorite ice cream yesterday and when I looked at the tub... I wanted to drown in my own hot tears that dripped down my face. I snatched it and sat back down, still anticipating that you would open the door. after two movies and a show noone new about, I gave up on listening, I gave up on you coming home. I slipped into a sleep that was uneasy but still comfortable to my hot chest. I laid there on the couch, half drowned in ice cream and **** smoke. my mind drifted to you and a future without you, I drifted to a world where we werent we, I shivered in the thought and when I could take no more ... I popped up in a sweat, and in my chair... was you.

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I will never be able to tell you in person Wish you would just understand I saw you somehwere in my thaughts last night We were holding hands, "Honey I'm not myself without you, please come back" Feeding my eyes with your dreams all night A thousand questions reside in me End up answering them too, No matter how much I'm busy Wherever life takes me I found myself back with you Your thaughts wont just elope, This struggle will not end here Your memories will never fade My love can never age I have asked you from the divine giver This i say from faith, One day I'll hold your hands, "Honey, don't ever leave me again"

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC

forbiden-fruit

A Broken Wish

I will never be able to tell you in person Wish you would just understand I saw you somehwere in my thaughts last night We were holding hands, "Honey I'm not myself without you, please come back" Feeding my eyes with your dreams all night A thousand questions reside in me End up answering them too, No matter how much I'm busy Wherever life takes me I found myself back with you Your thaughts wont just elope, This struggle will not end here Your memories will never fade My love can never age I have asked you from the divine giver This i say from faith, One day I'll hold your hands, "Honey, don't ever leave me again"

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