"whati" poems - Hello Poetry

deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

Poet-i-t-m

the battle within

deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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Starting to focus. Using another's strength. Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. I'm noticed. More so as working watches. This familiar city closes my eyes. Time is now kinder and kinder. Close your eyes beautiful. You've read every page. Skipping whatI read most. I swim in your sleep. Waking with flushed skin. Warm and with night's air included. You ask if I'm dreaming. With silence, your day begins. Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. Awake listening to all. Those before me, coming and going. And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. I am told you have two hearts. One from before and one in your bed. Saved for later.

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC

wordsalwayshurt

A skull for two.

Starting to focus. Using another's strength. Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. I'm noticed. More so as working watches. This familiar city closes my eyes. Time is now kinder and kinder. Close your eyes beautiful. You've read every page. Skipping whatI read most. I swim in your sleep. Waking with flushed skin. Warm and with night's air included. You ask if I'm dreaming. With silence, your day begins. Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. Awake listening to all. Those before me, coming and going. And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. I am told you have two hearts. One from before and one in your bed. Saved for later.

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its been along time but all i have is watching your life crumble like a building with pretty marble. what do you want me to say. if i don't have any thing to say to your face at all. these walls fill the room with big glising shadows that just leave a perment scare on the wall. what do you want me to say to you if all you are nothing but lies to the world. are you calling me insane or crazy? cause thats whati have to say to people and all of yu.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC

vladimir-s-krebs

what do you want me to say

its been along time but all i have is watching your life crumble like a building with pretty marble. what do you want me to say. if i don't have any thing to say to your face at all. these walls fill the room with big glising shadows that just leave a perment scare on the wall. what do you want me to say to you if all you are nothing but lies to the world. are you calling me insane or crazy? cause thats whati have to say to people and all of yu.

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Starting to focus. Using my mother's strength. Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. I'm noticed. More important than working watches. New York City closes my eyes. Time is now kinder and kinder. Close your eyes beautiful. You've read every page. Skipping whatI read most. I swim in your sleep. Waking with flushed skin. Warm and with night's air included. You ask if I'm dreaming. With silence, your day begins. Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. Awake listening to all. Those before me, coming and going. And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. I am told you have two hearts. One from before and one in your bed. Saved for later.

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC

wordsalwayshurt

Every page.

Starting to focus. Using my mother's strength. Converting a wrinkle's shadow into presence. I'm noticed. More important than working watches. New York City closes my eyes. Time is now kinder and kinder. Close your eyes beautiful. You've read every page. Skipping whatI read most. I swim in your sleep. Waking with flushed skin. Warm and with night's air included. You ask if I'm dreaming. With silence, your day begins. Eyeshadow saved for these soiled days. The darkness above your eyes, convincing that I am the thief in your purse. Awake listening to all. Those before me, coming and going. And it feels to me, to be the correct way for this. I am told you have two hearts. One from before and one in your bed. Saved for later.

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