"stoppable" poems - Hello Poetry

i can't stop it. an addiction. i'm an addict. no self discipline, no control my hands, my fingers keep returning and returning on my chapped lips it began last week. cold day, caught a cold. breathing through my mouth. sick and dry dry lips. there's an itch on my finger, i began to touch my chapped lips i thought it was a one time thing, something reversible, something stoppable. i was wrong, i was dumb, i was so wrong. when my fingers stopped retaliating the blood, it, the addiction, turned my teeth onto warriors on the scrimmage on my chapped lips one night, i stopped in the morning it was worse. a wound hasn't healed, and another on top of it. skin and flesh, on a rotating schedule i'm scared but i don't stop. i'm scared but my body just turned its back on my chapped lips. nothing has changed. blood and wound scar and then wound, i haven't stopped. and now i'm not scared. i thought, i'm good at healing. so, my chapped lips will stay. scars may come, but it's just my lips. nothing good has ever touched my chapped lips.

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC

qua-patet-orbis

my chapped lips

i can't stop it. an addiction. i'm an addict. no self discipline, no control my hands, my fingers keep returning and returning on my chapped lips it began last week. cold day, caught a cold. breathing through my mouth. sick and dry dry lips. there's an itch on my finger, i began to touch my chapped lips i thought it was a one time thing, something reversible, something stoppable. i was wrong, i was dumb, i was so wrong. when my fingers stopped retaliating the blood, it, the addiction, turned my teeth onto warriors on the scrimmage on my chapped lips one night, i stopped in the morning it was worse. a wound hasn't healed, and another on top of it. skin and flesh, on a rotating schedule i'm scared but i don't stop. i'm scared but my body just turned its back on my chapped lips. nothing has changed. blood and wound scar and then wound, i haven't stopped. and now i'm not scared. i thought, i'm good at healing. so, my chapped lips will stay. scars may come, but it's just my lips. nothing good has ever touched my chapped lips.

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Eyes switching gazes from right to left pupil. Stories held in thin air for a moment in the space between retinas. Words acting as weapons of mass destruction, hanging in the air becoming stale with every inch as each syllable rises into the atmosphere. Forever echoing in the ears of the listener, penetrating thoughts, clouding the brain, like toxic waste. Encouraging words must be found, they must be said. Dreams, inspiration. Into the minds of the growing, the moving, the future. holding the destiny of this world in small, and innocent hands, and wide eyes. Those eyes are the windows to the next generation and the key to the next miracle the universe begs for. Opening windows, and locking front doors, let’s pretend for a second that time is stoppable, moments aren’t lost, and people live forever. Results aren’t final unless you ask them to be. Things happen we aren’t sure of, flashbacks your days dream. Having doubts that fill our minds wading through the nerves through the brain stem to the core of the cores of the armor. I can talk to my 13 year old self, and tell him that I understand, and that we’re still the same person, I’m just the shell. I can tell him everything I want. But he’s already lived. In the mirror, switching gazes from iris to pupil. Lungs collapse as the phrases land on the younger heart of mine. Phrases consisting of the negatives, the outcomes, the results, the roots, the stories, the endings, the beginnings, the alterations, the alternations, the provocations, the imagination. Phrases meant to tear down, not rebuild. The destiny of the world held in small hands, clutched by small fingers, as the quotations waft through rooms. The rooms where they escaped ***** angry, and ignorant mouths. The miracle stares at the reflection, not knowing the necessity of the universe. Closing windows, opening doors, wishing the hands on the clocks of life can stop. Encouraging words must be found, they must be said. Let’s write history with the minds of the growing, the moving, the future. Nurture. vi.xxi.xi

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Aug 3, 2012

Aug 3, 2012 at 6:24 AM UTC

revolute-jay

Nurture

Eyes switching gazes from right to left pupil. Stories held in thin air for a moment in the space between retinas. Words acting as weapons of mass destruction, hanging in the air becoming stale with every inch as each syllable rises into the atmosphere. Forever echoing in the ears of the listener, penetrating thoughts, clouding the brain, like toxic waste. Encouraging words must be found, they must be said. Dreams, inspiration. Into the minds of the growing, the moving, the future. holding the destiny of this world in small, and innocent hands, and wide eyes. Those eyes are the windows to the next generation and the key to the next miracle the universe begs for. Opening windows, and locking front doors, let’s pretend for a second that time is stoppable, moments aren’t lost, and people live forever. Results aren’t final unless you ask them to be. Things happen we aren’t sure of, flashbacks your days dream. Having doubts that fill our minds wading through the nerves through the brain stem to the core of the cores of the armor. I can talk to my 13 year old self, and tell him that I understand, and that we’re still the same person, I’m just the shell. I can tell him everything I want. But he’s already lived. In the mirror, switching gazes from iris to pupil. Lungs collapse as the phrases land on the younger heart of mine. Phrases consisting of the negatives, the outcomes, the results, the roots, the stories, the endings, the beginnings, the alterations, the alternations, the provocations, the imagination. Phrases meant to tear down, not rebuild. The destiny of the world held in small hands, clutched by small fingers, as the quotations waft through rooms. The rooms where they escaped ***** angry, and ignorant mouths. The miracle stares at the reflection, not knowing the necessity of the universe. Closing windows, opening doors, wishing the hands on the clocks of life can stop. Encouraging words must be found, they must be said. Let’s write history with the minds of the growing, the moving, the future. Nurture. vi.xxi.xi

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Stella The immeasurable things i'd do to have you back here Your presence; I still feel it in the air Your voice still lingers & the room is filled with your heavenly atmosphere The scent of your perfume The way your eyes would bloom Your walk & the sway of your hips The way your smile forms with your lips Like a beam of sunshine Are all the things I miss About you. Why did you have to go? You know there were years ahead of us in which you've loved to see me grow I dont understand why you were taken from me at such an early age but you know I still think about you everyday The love I have for you is so strong Not even death can break this indestructible bond Those nights I see you in my dreams, I get filled with joy & cannot wait to go back to sleep “I'm such a paradox” i tell myself Because it hurts so much. The tears which fall are because when I see you in my dreams , it occurs to me that I really dont see you at all idk if i'm to put God, You or Cancer at fault. I say God because it was him who took the homemaker from us. It was him who took our legs from our table so that we can no longer stand. It was him who removed our limbs from our tree. Why would he do such a thing to helpless me? I say You Grammy. I say you because you didnt tell me you were leaving. I say you because you had us all grieving. I say you because you departed from our everlasting love. I say you because you promised you would be fine. But why did you tell me such a beautiful lie? I say cancer. I say cancer is the one to blame. Where did you come from and why did you bring us so much pain ? The sleepless nights, the prayers, the fights. You feasted on someone I held in my heart. You took her soul & left her to depart. Why do you look for people to take on your wrath, destroying innocent lives & leaving them to fight to survive? My full hatred towards you is indescribable. I hope someone puts an end to you & show you that you are In fact, stoppable.

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC

indigo-g

For My Departed Grandmother

Stella The immeasurable things i'd do to have you back here Your presence; I still feel it in the air Your voice still lingers & the room is filled with your heavenly atmosphere The scent of your perfume The way your eyes would bloom Your walk & the sway of your hips The way your smile forms with your lips Like a beam of sunshine Are all the things I miss About you. Why did you have to go? You know there were years ahead of us in which you've loved to see me grow I dont understand why you were taken from me at such an early age but you know I still think about you everyday The love I have for you is so strong Not even death can break this indestructible bond Those nights I see you in my dreams, I get filled with joy & cannot wait to go back to sleep “I'm such a paradox” i tell myself Because it hurts so much. The tears which fall are because when I see you in my dreams , it occurs to me that I really dont see you at all idk if i'm to put God, You or Cancer at fault. I say God because it was him who took the homemaker from us. It was him who took our legs from our table so that we can no longer stand. It was him who removed our limbs from our tree. Why would he do such a thing to helpless me? I say You Grammy. I say you because you didnt tell me you were leaving. I say you because you had us all grieving. I say you because you departed from our everlasting love. I say you because you promised you would be fine. But why did you tell me such a beautiful lie? I say cancer. I say cancer is the one to blame. Where did you come from and why did you bring us so much pain ? The sleepless nights, the prayers, the fights. You feasted on someone I held in my heart. You took her soul & left her to depart. Why do you look for people to take on your wrath, destroying innocent lives & leaving them to fight to survive? My full hatred towards you is indescribable. I hope someone puts an end to you & show you that you are In fact, stoppable.

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A girl who knows her beauty is an unstoppable force As the one who holds her head high can see other perspectives. A girl who needs to fake a frown to persuade her audience of sadness is an unstoppable force As the one who is never truly depressed Is truly happy. A girl who is in love is an unstoppable force As the one who believes that love will conquer all, will conquer all. A girl who has a broken heart is a stoppable force As the one who is betrayed of her innocence, becomes corrupt. A girl who questions her beauty is a stoppable force As the one who begins to hang her head low will never see her own reflection. A girl who has to fake a smile to persuade her audience of happiness is an unstoppable force As the one who hides her darkness, protects others. & A girl who feels alone is both unstoppable and stoppable As the one who dances alone in the dark, is numb.

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC

dyslexiuhh

A girl is a girl is girl.

A girl who knows her beauty is an unstoppable force As the one who holds her head high can see other perspectives. A girl who needs to fake a frown to persuade her audience of sadness is an unstoppable force As the one who is never truly depressed Is truly happy. A girl who is in love is an unstoppable force As the one who believes that love will conquer all, will conquer all. A girl who has a broken heart is a stoppable force As the one who is betrayed of her innocence, becomes corrupt. A girl who questions her beauty is a stoppable force As the one who begins to hang her head low will never see her own reflection. A girl who has to fake a smile to persuade her audience of happiness is an unstoppable force As the one who hides her darkness, protects others. & A girl who feels alone is both unstoppable and stoppable As the one who dances alone in the dark, is numb.

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Drop the knife Put away the gun Don't take your life Soon there'll be sun I know all too well How hard you must try Not to scream and to yell How much you want to cry I know your secret I feel just the same I promise I'll keep it I won't set it aflame It burns like a ***** When you take a shower The pain makes you twitch The red blooms like a flower Don't try to hide it Don't feel ashamed They'll throw a fit People will be blamed Don't be upset It's not your fault Don't cry just yet Their whispers will halt I know it's addicting I've done it before Truly it's restricting Hiding it's a chore It feels like heaven When it goes down your arm Nine, ten, now eleven It all works like a charm I know it works well I've felt it too But it's a path down to hell Only stoppable by you "It will get better" I say this to myself Say it letter by letter Now to yourself Don't cry tonight Wait for the sun Put up fight The battle has yet to be won Drop the knife Put away the gun Don't take your life Soon there'll be sun

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May 30, 2018

May 30, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC

Lemonade

Drop the Knife

Drop the knife Put away the gun Don't take your life Soon there'll be sun I know all too well How hard you must try Not to scream and to yell How much you want to cry I know your secret I feel just the same I promise I'll keep it I won't set it aflame It burns like a ***** When you take a shower The pain makes you twitch The red blooms like a flower Don't try to hide it Don't feel ashamed They'll throw a fit People will be blamed Don't be upset It's not your fault Don't cry just yet Their whispers will halt I know it's addicting I've done it before Truly it's restricting Hiding it's a chore It feels like heaven When it goes down your arm Nine, ten, now eleven It all works like a charm I know it works well I've felt it too But it's a path down to hell Only stoppable by you "It will get better" I say this to myself Say it letter by letter Now to yourself Don't cry tonight Wait for the sun Put up fight The battle has yet to be won Drop the knife Put away the gun Don't take your life Soon there'll be sun

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we were weathered, torn and frayed, we were midnight skies with the stars ripped out. we were broken knees, busted lips, and heaving lungs. we were neck deep in the water, we were floating against the horizon and the tide was chasing after our last breaths. we were clasped hands, shooting stars against the gravity of time. we were old and we were infinite. but it’s only a dream, disposable camera wishes. fragile lashes wake to another empty room, ghost kisses against the back of the neck. it’s a graveyard nightmare, skin crawling with the need to stop living–just to feel alive again. because as fate would have it, we were young, and we weren’t as endless as we liked to believe.

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC

innerglow

Making Infinities Out of Stoppable Hearts

we were weathered, torn and frayed, we were midnight skies with the stars ripped out. we were broken knees, busted lips, and heaving lungs. we were neck deep in the water, we were floating against the horizon and the tide was chasing after our last breaths. we were clasped hands, shooting stars against the gravity of time. we were old and we were infinite. but it’s only a dream, disposable camera wishes. fragile lashes wake to another empty room, ghost kisses against the back of the neck. it’s a graveyard nightmare, skin crawling with the need to stop living–just to feel alive again. because as fate would have it, we were young, and we weren’t as endless as we liked to believe.

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Diabolical optical ron stoppable At your ****** scene Outlining my master scheme Cause casket raising is a persuasion Like Asians No I rather tackle your brain So me and CTE are kinda the same I want to bend your sense of reality to insane And have you drive your Ferrari into flames Distorting your social norms And dissolving consequence Im like the purge but with more confidence Run away, scream, or fight back I like all the above Cause without a outlet I would need a plug See thats the headlines media dimes Oversize to prioritize what we should Cannibalize in our social lives Yet I get hate because I’m wise This owl is putting who on a loop Like who made bohemian grove? Who is willie lynch? Who runs the new slave trade? Yeah I’m the two of spades Cutting into your shady grin Cause these political jokers Are two faced like a double chin But nobody sees there’s villainous To spew venomous at The innocent to make them descent While gain they cents all for There sinful lent And you say I’m bent Naw I’m the anti hero you need Kinda like spawn if dark horse Didn’t make him take a knee So I don’t want glee or to live happily Cause I love all the jeers and boos I just wonder when Henrietta Lack cells Will be in the news?

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC

Mac616

Super-villain

Diabolical optical ron stoppable At your ****** scene Outlining my master scheme Cause casket raising is a persuasion Like Asians No I rather tackle your brain So me and CTE are kinda the same I want to bend your sense of reality to insane And have you drive your Ferrari into flames Distorting your social norms And dissolving consequence Im like the purge but with more confidence Run away, scream, or fight back I like all the above Cause without a outlet I would need a plug See thats the headlines media dimes Oversize to prioritize what we should Cannibalize in our social lives Yet I get hate because I’m wise This owl is putting who on a loop Like who made bohemian grove? Who is willie lynch? Who runs the new slave trade? Yeah I’m the two of spades Cutting into your shady grin Cause these political jokers Are two faced like a double chin But nobody sees there’s villainous To spew venomous at The innocent to make them descent While gain they cents all for There sinful lent And you say I’m bent Naw I’m the anti hero you need Kinda like spawn if dark horse Didn’t make him take a knee So I don’t want glee or to live happily Cause I love all the jeers and boos I just wonder when Henrietta Lack cells Will be in the news?

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What if... Heaven was A dream and Time was stoppable. If all our dreams came true, we would Forever be grateful--but that doesn't happen.

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Jan 15, 2011

Jan 15, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC

StayFrostyNina

What If...

What if... Heaven was A dream and Time was stoppable. If all our dreams came true, we would Forever be grateful--but that doesn't happen.

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Stuck Fraught Distraught by thoughts: echoes of intentions unfought. Stalled by feelings unseen. Stoppable without skills or a team. Where's my tribe where my body can breathe? Where's my test where my body can heave all the weight of the world for a time and seize a moment alive to lift the seas and blind the sun with ecstasy.

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC

jamie-riley

Stuck

Stuck Fraught Distraught by thoughts: echoes of intentions unfought. Stalled by feelings unseen. Stoppable without skills or a team. Where's my tribe where my body can breathe? Where's my test where my body can heave all the weight of the world for a time and seize a moment alive to lift the seas and blind the sun with ecstasy.

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