"stardew" poems - Hello Poetry

I sliced through my ring finger Stopping at the nerve in seventh Seeing you is kinda like that sometimes A not so good tingly nerve pain echoes through that hand Going to that insignificant part that still cares You were my first love how can I not In faerie you've got to make due with what you have I looked into iceberg blue eyes Deep sea blue From electrified gray But only when there would be a storm a brew Just my own tears I knew there wouldn't be any gentle voice Laced with concern knew so well that there would just be an annoyed look But now I wake up to a deep forest green and a voice that's drowned in concern Like tea steeped too long coating my worries into stardew for the sun to melt Lulling me back to sleep a molten silver when you ask how my day was A soft blue liquidized with worry when you heard me crying last night It blended into a glowing cobalt after I told you it was stupid I know that if you were here you would've tilted my chin up And told me that nothing I could ever say would be stupid to you And when I told you You just told me that it was the sweetest thing ever To know that I had a soft and caring heart It shouldn't be With years of crusted plaster over it You seem to be taking a hammer and ice pick Slowly cracking through those layers Tender sunset kissed flesh beneath A healthy heart That isn't entirely shattered I tried to keep it safe for as long as I could I think That it worked Because the blood is still rushing And I wake up to you Asking me how I slept And my heart speeds up So I guess I did something right In ending up on this twisted road to you

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC

Elizz

Untitled

I sliced through my ring finger Stopping at the nerve in seventh Seeing you is kinda like that sometimes A not so good tingly nerve pain echoes through that hand Going to that insignificant part that still cares You were my first love how can I not In faerie you've got to make due with what you have I looked into iceberg blue eyes Deep sea blue From electrified gray But only when there would be a storm a brew Just my own tears I knew there wouldn't be any gentle voice Laced with concern knew so well that there would just be an annoyed look But now I wake up to a deep forest green and a voice that's drowned in concern Like tea steeped too long coating my worries into stardew for the sun to melt Lulling me back to sleep a molten silver when you ask how my day was A soft blue liquidized with worry when you heard me crying last night It blended into a glowing cobalt after I told you it was stupid I know that if you were here you would've tilted my chin up And told me that nothing I could ever say would be stupid to you And when I told you You just told me that it was the sweetest thing ever To know that I had a soft and caring heart It shouldn't be With years of crusted plaster over it You seem to be taking a hammer and ice pick Slowly cracking through those layers Tender sunset kissed flesh beneath A healthy heart That isn't entirely shattered I tried to keep it safe for as long as I could I think That it worked Because the blood is still rushing And I wake up to you Asking me how I slept And my heart speeds up So I guess I did something right In ending up on this twisted road to you

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She's lounging on the futon playing Stardew Valley. We both get a kick out of it. Mainstream gaming can **** a ***** Exceptions occur, of course. I look into the bathroom mirror through a splatter of mouthwash and toothpaste and groom my hair, my face like I think highly of myself. I don't. I shave and I pluck, admire the edges, pretend I'm of feminine energy, pretend according to the faces and voices that matter. We have to look out for ourselves somehow, but in whole what the world can see of us makes them think we're outsiders trying to climb into an exclusive box. I want to find myself beautiful, and I know you must be happy with yourself, but there's no pleasure in false positives. Where is the touch of appreciation? To struggle visually means that windows are better caked. Not cis, nor have I ever been. In the end, I'm content enough choking in the wasteland.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC

ZeroNine

What Do II

She's lounging on the futon playing Stardew Valley. We both get a kick out of it. Mainstream gaming can **** a ***** Exceptions occur, of course. I look into the bathroom mirror through a splatter of mouthwash and toothpaste and groom my hair, my face like I think highly of myself. I don't. I shave and I pluck, admire the edges, pretend I'm of feminine energy, pretend according to the faces and voices that matter. We have to look out for ourselves somehow, but in whole what the world can see of us makes them think we're outsiders trying to climb into an exclusive box. I want to find myself beautiful, and I know you must be happy with yourself, but there's no pleasure in false positives. Where is the touch of appreciation? To struggle visually means that windows are better caked. Not cis, nor have I ever been. In the end, I'm content enough choking in the wasteland.

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Last year I discovered this beautiful game that calms my anxiety It's called Stardew valley Farming Fishing Foraging Mining Fighting that doesn't make me anxious Talking to NPC's Finding love Making in game money It's great

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC

OJandfam

Stardew valley

Last year I discovered this beautiful game that calms my anxiety It's called Stardew valley Farming Fishing Foraging Mining Fighting that doesn't make me anxious Talking to NPC's Finding love Making in game money It's great

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