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Happy phase
A happy phase I call it,The little interlude between My woes,I’m not in tears having a depressive episode,And I’m not numb from feeling so much. The happy phase is neither here nor there.It doesn’t mean I’ve gotten My happy ending,It’s just that time when my hope burns brighter,Than a newly bought expensive lighter.Everything seems weightless,…
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The sound of a breaking heart
I wasn’t in love.No, this isn’t a romantic poem,Entailing details of a lover’s spat.It’s a poem that tells tales,Of lost hope and forgotten dreams.A story of despair,Filled with raw heart break and tears. The sound of a breaking heartIs quiet yet so very loud.The pain paralyses you, rendering you sad and hopeless.You lose the will…
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Someday
Bad things happen all the time.Some days I can handle them,I can show up,It looks like I’ll be alright.Other days are just dreadful,I can’t study, mess up deadlines,I don’t even want to get out of bed,Look at me right now,Still in my pajamas at twelve pm. And it sucks,Because I wish these days wouldn’t come.And…
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On the verge of breakthrough
I’ve heard a lot of news,Rumors, I’ll call them,Because I’ve been down for so long,I’m not sure if I should believe them. People tell me lots of things,About the verge of breakthrough.“That’s where you are” They tell me.But I don’t want to get my hopes up,Only for them to get dashed again. They tell me…
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Cycle
Every day it’s the same,Wake up, go out, come back, stress out.You might have noticed that I omitted something,But how can I sleep when the monotony is so distressing. I feel like I have nothing to live for anymore,Like I’ve seen it all, and nothing will change any longer.I feel like I’m just existing… In…
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Help
It’s fun.It makes my day.To help others,And makes sure they’re okI give advice,Lend a helping hand.Doing whatever I can,To make sure they’re safe and sound. What gets to me,Even though it shouldn’t,Is that I can’t always assist everyone,Every single time.I always want to know the right thing to say,the right decision to make, the right…
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Nobody gets it
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My worst nightmare
A poem (hopefully this goes well) Her worst nightmare. Increased heart rate,Shaky palms,I log in to see my results,Oxygen seems scarce,Because it just feels like,Everything has been leading up to this moment. The internet is slow,But the page finally loads.Ending the dance I share with suspense.I suddenly feel numb as it dawns on me,I missed…
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The so called balanced earth
The so-called “balanced” earth Ever stood back and looked at everything,That was going on in your life?No I don’t mean disassociation.I mean a deeper observation. Tara just had a new born baby.Life seems a lot brighter, shinier, brand new.Jeff just lost his childhood best friend.Life has never looked darker, gloomier.Nothing seems to make sense. Donald…
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Selfish
Selfish I understand.I know he’s going through a lot,I know she’s busy with school work,I know i could be handling this better.But is it really all that bad,If i want someone to pay me some attention,Whenever i cry out loud,In sheer loneliness or frustration. I’m selfish i know,To even think this way,But its the truth,…
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