#poetry on life

[thehumbleonewrites]

I was asked how I take my coffee,

To which I replied..

I like mine sweet with a touch of bitter. To remind me that things that are often sweet, when they leave, will still stain a dirty taste in your mouth while they're gone..

but the taste will never compare to anything else and will forever be craved each day again..

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[thoughts-of-a-caterpillar]

Child, oh child,

Am I raising you well?

Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?

I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.

I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.

But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.

I love you, though it wasn't something I got.

Is that enough?

For me, it was the only thing lacking.

Voiceless child,

I hear your cries.

I hear your pleas.

I try to help.

Sightless child,

I'll be your eyes.

I'll tell you what is

wrong and right.

Overhearing child,

I'll cover your ears.

So you do not hear

what your father says.

Broken child,

I will love you.

Crying child,

I will hug you.

Lonely child,

I will try,

try to heal you, try to raise you.

Even if you exist

In a mirror only.

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[mycosmicbackyard]

The Heir of Addiction

These patterns, whom I think I know

which held me up

but pulled me down

which killed me, yet they gave me ground

to stand, and grasp for air

; whom which I am their heir

These patterns whom I grew up with

they’re dangerous

real dangerous

my young, decaying hands of filth

these frantic hands are pale;

while scribbling mystic tales

These patterns, they are all I know

they keep me held

then let me go

seducing my hidden shadow

to come and have some tea

while playing catch with me

These patterns show me what I owe

protecting me

and strangling me

they tell me what I need to know

that I have no real worth

; a message told at birth

And then I fell to ground

because of this, I turned around

and I have grown;

Yes, I have grown,

I’ll tell you now

what I’ve been shown

Now I know the truth, I’ve learned to see

these patterns are

a gift to me

but they are not in charge of me

they saved my Life of Old,

for this, they are my gold

Though they are not my Inner Truth

my blueprints? Yes

though Inner Truth

is not for them to grasp and know

their role is: my shadow

that’s all it needs to know

But one more thing; it needs to be

in regular

contact with me

for it’s my Inner Child of Dark

my love for her is deep

it makes my life complete

Though I’m Addictions Proper Heir

I do not weep

am not despaired

I know it’s not my cracks to fix

in truth, and with my soul

I’ll find The Life of Whole

The Heir of Addiction

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[sagegreythehazelpirate]

Why is it

That everytime

I stop and close my eyes

I realize

That

I want to cry

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[jadedpoetry]

I'm Fine

When you ask, I'll say I'm fine. Simply because I do not have The luxury To be anything But okay.

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[eefrostpoetry]

i am the universe made of stardust and light burning forever bright

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[asphodelpoetry]

my soul is a starving man;

it takes without asking, bleeding dry its lovers

it knows only the feeling of hunger

of pleading for forgiveness, relief, mercy

but only listens for the silence of its mother

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[ashlee-rae]

Innocent bleeds through the pages I used to write

I miss that girl I was

But she doesn't live here anymore

She has grown; but still depressed

A beautiful and tragic mess

I would look through the glass

And long to be myself again

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[thepastisapebbleinmyshoe]

Walking past the loudest voice in the room, feels effortless and familiar, in many ways it still feels safe, but it only works behind those iron gates. A beautiful mind is often revealed over time and by life. I can’t get back all the nights, I spent trying to deconstruct the depravity of the criminal mind. It helped pass all the countless hours spent glancing down, to hide from the eyes, I found looking back into mine.

After a while, it all fails to ignite, any sense of natural fear, and toxic shame begins to smell the same, a different story for every face, it all feels the same. I am thankful for the sunrises that happened anyway, and the nights I found comfort in the stars that still shine bright, on either side of the thin grey line. Keep walking past the loudest voices in every room. After all, that’s what I spent most of those years learning how to do.

The Thin Grey Line

“She Planted Her Own Flowers”

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[abrighterspark]

we crave a kind of loving

not everyone can give;

a certain kind of something

that reminds us how to live

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[hayatheauthor]

When I was a kid I used to hate being compared to my sisters. I used to think it meant that people only saw me as a second version of them.

But now I feel so silly for thinking that way. Because I realised I have parts of them just as they have parts of me.

They are the ones that taught me it was okay to be myself because I saw them be that way.

They taught me to accept myself and helped me grow into who I am.

Some of us are so awfully alike. And some of us are so different but have small similarities others won't notice. And that's okay.

Because the parts that we hold of each other is a testimony to our love and childhood bond.

It doesn't mean that I'm a second them. It means I hold parts of their personality that helped me form myself. It means I am their younger sister.

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[theprettybluedreams]

Replay

Brown eyes

Marlboro cigarettes

Stormy fights

Late-night regrets

Heavy minds

But vacant hearts

Broken dreams

We fall apart

Feeling free

But never whole

Turning back

Where you belong

It's different this time

You say while pressing replay

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[ltphoenixpoetry]

Share this or comment below if you agree.

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[escitalopram-fanatic]

Freedom Grey clouds above your head like angels wishing you peace, The shaking of the car feels new, You're getting home soon, boy. Grey clouds that open up like flowers for the sun, You can feel the heat of the sun inside your body, Are you scared to go home, boy? But still. You yearn for your home. Yearn for the walls that don't grip around your wrists and keep you in. Yearn for your neighbours you've never seen the faces of.  Yearn for your dusty room that keeps your secrets. The bland taste of your everyday home. A taste that keeps you real. A taste that is free. You're free, sweet boy.

(photo taken on my nintendo 3DS)

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[stratospheric-bebop]

— By Wendy Videlock, Poetry (January 2009)

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[jadedpoetry]

Hidden

If I paint on mirrors To hide my reflection And avoid warmth To stay in my sweaters, Maybe I can forget That what I see Will never reflect What I want to be.

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