"unrecovered" poems - Hello Poetry

I know I have messed up, that my apologies are empty and placid, I know sorry is not enough, for the pain that I have visibly caused. my reasoning is obscure, for nothing within me is simple, fleeting hearts are broken into fragments, as my words were spoken. I truly am in love with you, weather you believe that this is true, I know that the way it looks, is that I have been unfaithful to you. I know that I have lied, my reasoning unrecovered, I am sorry, for hurting you, let me make amends? allow me to explain my love, to me this was no game... I loved you whole heartedly, without a glance or question. so allow me to explain to you, where my heart does truly lie, because with you I am madly truly deeply... in love...

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC

Riley-Ayres

Sorry isnt good enough;

I know I have messed up, that my apologies are empty and placid, I know sorry is not enough, for the pain that I have visibly caused. my reasoning is obscure, for nothing within me is simple, fleeting hearts are broken into fragments, as my words were spoken. I truly am in love with you, weather you believe that this is true, I know that the way it looks, is that I have been unfaithful to you. I know that I have lied, my reasoning unrecovered, I am sorry, for hurting you, let me make amends? allow me to explain my love, to me this was no game... I loved you whole heartedly, without a glance or question. so allow me to explain to you, where my heart does truly lie, because with you I am madly truly deeply... in love...

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Dare I disturb the image of your beauty? Though I fear such torment, I strike at memory Shattering beliefs and scattering them haphazardly Across a pool of my own lucidity. You are now only a product of past tragedy Never in the foreground to hurt me Always sinking deeper into the water we’ve wasted Nourishing black roses hardly blooming. Nay, still you smile in amusement Knowing you have evaded deployment Shielding yourself with a layer of plasticity That returns to haunt the subtle elasticity Of minds superficially moulded into belief Now brandishing nothing against an enemy Elated in the minute lapse of reality They’ve made ripple in your vanity. Dare I shelter a deadly renegade? With arms shaking, I open doors to your shadows Watching them slither back into their corners Forming warm cloaks of comfort In the crevices of a vessel unrecovered Safe in its weak kindness and susceptibility. I close my eyes to the feeling Of your presence within my soul Roping in the acceptance I had always evaded Locking it into the vacant basement Of self-acceptance, as you sigh out resentment Removing it from the dying voices in my lungs Tasting copper dissipating on my tongue. Dare I accept my demons? You are already a part of me.

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC

estherrr

Truth

Dare I disturb the image of your beauty? Though I fear such torment, I strike at memory Shattering beliefs and scattering them haphazardly Across a pool of my own lucidity. You are now only a product of past tragedy Never in the foreground to hurt me Always sinking deeper into the water we’ve wasted Nourishing black roses hardly blooming. Nay, still you smile in amusement Knowing you have evaded deployment Shielding yourself with a layer of plasticity That returns to haunt the subtle elasticity Of minds superficially moulded into belief Now brandishing nothing against an enemy Elated in the minute lapse of reality They’ve made ripple in your vanity. Dare I shelter a deadly renegade? With arms shaking, I open doors to your shadows Watching them slither back into their corners Forming warm cloaks of comfort In the crevices of a vessel unrecovered Safe in its weak kindness and susceptibility. I close my eyes to the feeling Of your presence within my soul Roping in the acceptance I had always evaded Locking it into the vacant basement Of self-acceptance, as you sigh out resentment Removing it from the dying voices in my lungs Tasting copper dissipating on my tongue. Dare I accept my demons? You are already a part of me.

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We shelter in caves Beneath a man-made steel sky Once reflective of our soul Now corroded, its reflection a reminder of our great lie That the Earth could be tamed Exploited and submitted in the name Of the human race Now it is we who must abase ourselves Deep underground As above the megastorms tear apart the heavens Grinding all the atmospheric rust into vicious orange clouds Which fall upon us: a forever-rain of dust Blue oceans smothered Forests choked Fields unrecovered Fires infinitely stoked We dreamed once of going to Mars But see instead it's Mars that's come to us Descended people of a dead planet We reap the fallen dust We weep the falling dust

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC

normancrane

Rain of Dust

We shelter in caves Beneath a man-made steel sky Once reflective of our soul Now corroded, its reflection a reminder of our great lie That the Earth could be tamed Exploited and submitted in the name Of the human race Now it is we who must abase ourselves Deep underground As above the megastorms tear apart the heavens Grinding all the atmospheric rust into vicious orange clouds Which fall upon us: a forever-rain of dust Blue oceans smothered Forests choked Fields unrecovered Fires infinitely stoked We dreamed once of going to Mars But see instead it's Mars that's come to us Descended people of a dead planet We reap the fallen dust We weep the falling dust

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there are girls with red panels down their arms as if they have been bolted with puncturing plastic, as if they are robots who whine in binary code. "if you have scratched yourself a few times, you have not cut" and she lived in a shed, floorboards pressed to her cheek, nuts and bolts in her ****** hallows, pumped with drugs for a white throat. she should know. i do not deserve to feel free. i should have never pushed my razors under paper wads in my trashcan. i should have kept them and drag silver over my skin for shaving, leave me ready for the next boy with rose hair and wide, chlorined smile eyes. there are girls who do not romanticize romantic illness, like depression isn't a rose in a jar in your throat, black and bottle borne and biting at the flesh, but never talk about recovery. "it's good," i am about to say, but i do not know what it is like to bleed out my body, spoon out my insides and throw them away, shudder at lit streetlights and let tears slink towards bathroom tiles.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

lake

unrecovered files

there are girls with red panels down their arms as if they have been bolted with puncturing plastic, as if they are robots who whine in binary code. "if you have scratched yourself a few times, you have not cut" and she lived in a shed, floorboards pressed to her cheek, nuts and bolts in her ****** hallows, pumped with drugs for a white throat. she should know. i do not deserve to feel free. i should have never pushed my razors under paper wads in my trashcan. i should have kept them and drag silver over my skin for shaving, leave me ready for the next boy with rose hair and wide, chlorined smile eyes. there are girls who do not romanticize romantic illness, like depression isn't a rose in a jar in your throat, black and bottle borne and biting at the flesh, but never talk about recovery. "it's good," i am about to say, but i do not know what it is like to bleed out my body, spoon out my insides and throw them away, shudder at lit streetlights and let tears slink towards bathroom tiles.

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My very own words I prayed & entreated "Don't leave me, my love" Yet again & again I pointed blunt knives At our chests Leaving a trail of pain In my wake Like soldiers unrecovered Rushing back in Pushing both to our limits Breaking our necks Our battlefields forever alive Restless as children Drowning in compunction An unending dirge

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC

Cheshire_Leia

Pernicious love

My very own words I prayed & entreated "Don't leave me, my love" Yet again & again I pointed blunt knives At our chests Leaving a trail of pain In my wake Like soldiers unrecovered Rushing back in Pushing both to our limits Breaking our necks Our battlefields forever alive Restless as children Drowning in compunction An unending dirge

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Poor and pity, somehow fallen From the purity surrounded That I meant to mean. Either sorrow in silence Or vengeance I must seek These are the options for recovery My illegitimate soul weeps. My heart is stomping, creating storm, Ghostly fear discovers A nauseating essence of human form. Time limit for trauma Is accepted to cease In the absence of hurt Not a minute more, please. Curtains pulled to cover The heinous crimes of all Society’s trauma blindness Is in woman’s unrecovered core. Moving stillness in a sitting traffic, I am speaking But my lips don’t move at all.

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC

m-e-ronan

Femininity In Trauma And Recovery

Poor and pity, somehow fallen From the purity surrounded That I meant to mean. Either sorrow in silence Or vengeance I must seek These are the options for recovery My illegitimate soul weeps. My heart is stomping, creating storm, Ghostly fear discovers A nauseating essence of human form. Time limit for trauma Is accepted to cease In the absence of hurt Not a minute more, please. Curtains pulled to cover The heinous crimes of all Society’s trauma blindness Is in woman’s unrecovered core. Moving stillness in a sitting traffic, I am speaking But my lips don’t move at all.

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sitting at a corner being filled with anxieties trying to put up borders just to unsee the reality it's not that I fear what is there for me it's just that I fear what will be the outcome of me being there i fear the unknown the unknown that can also set me free but only if i choose to undergo the pain it is with i'm scared i'm scared to take a step guided by a rope that i, maybe can lose a grip that after that i fall and wounds and scars are back again unrecovered from the alleviating pain scars that are made, that will forever stay but after all it's just acceptance having the confidence to put resistance on hand maybe, just maybe, i will experience happiness i will experience the fullness of life and maybe after all, it could be worth it

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC

sophiaadina

the pain of the unknown

sitting at a corner being filled with anxieties trying to put up borders just to unsee the reality it's not that I fear what is there for me it's just that I fear what will be the outcome of me being there i fear the unknown the unknown that can also set me free but only if i choose to undergo the pain it is with i'm scared i'm scared to take a step guided by a rope that i, maybe can lose a grip that after that i fall and wounds and scars are back again unrecovered from the alleviating pain scars that are made, that will forever stay but after all it's just acceptance having the confidence to put resistance on hand maybe, just maybe, i will experience happiness i will experience the fullness of life and maybe after all, it could be worth it

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It’s crazy love has many varieties like the seasons that come and go Spring Surprises Sunny Summer heat Autumn mixes things up arrives and leaves Winter time freeze Then again it’s cold I been more chill than anyone can tell. I never heard the day, it would be cool in hell. I rather play in hail Over here praying for rain When elements all reminds me of what I could not release from unrecovered pain Claim you were solid Held it down like number one always getting the prize and bringing home gold! But then you go ghost and decided to fold Your love was fake Was it real enough? Because it had my heart on hold Winter breeze by the way you speak Sharp as a knife Delightful and sweet as honey Sour as citrus Winter harvest on my heart I’m embedded You're the coldest Still the only one that makes me feel warm I used to get you wet like grass When the morning brings the dew Autumn arrives and leaves Never did I want to switch up like the seasons on you. I’m now the storm in the Spring Butterflies in my stomach Nothing else replaces the emotional numbness My heart is torn Your love is like the seasons that come and go Winter freeze Summer hot You once kept me warm Now you're the one whom became cold.

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Dec 30, 2021

Dec 30, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC

Descovia

Seasons

It’s crazy love has many varieties like the seasons that come and go Spring Surprises Sunny Summer heat Autumn mixes things up arrives and leaves Winter time freeze Then again it’s cold I been more chill than anyone can tell. I never heard the day, it would be cool in hell. I rather play in hail Over here praying for rain When elements all reminds me of what I could not release from unrecovered pain Claim you were solid Held it down like number one always getting the prize and bringing home gold! But then you go ghost and decided to fold Your love was fake Was it real enough? Because it had my heart on hold Winter breeze by the way you speak Sharp as a knife Delightful and sweet as honey Sour as citrus Winter harvest on my heart I’m embedded You're the coldest Still the only one that makes me feel warm I used to get you wet like grass When the morning brings the dew Autumn arrives and leaves Never did I want to switch up like the seasons on you. I’m now the storm in the Spring Butterflies in my stomach Nothing else replaces the emotional numbness My heart is torn Your love is like the seasons that come and go Winter freeze Summer hot You once kept me warm Now you're the one whom became cold.

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