Hello World Poetry

i write very sad poems

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My Reverie - 2. Moon (on Wattpad)  My second book of poems Reverie: A reverie is a state of imagining or thinking about pleasant things, as if you are dreaming.

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My Reverie - 3. Cellar My second book of poems Reverie: A reverie is a state of imagining or thinking about pleasant things, as if you are dreaming.

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I RAN

You didn't want me.

So I convinced myself, you wanted another or you had.

'Only break up when he likes another, I'll only leave if he likes another , I'll only run away if there is someone else he wants to run to.'

Still I ran, because you would love another.

Me, who was nothing compared to everyone you were surrounded with.

How could you love me?

Not the rose, I was the thorn.

You pricked yourself, but still would love a rose not me.

'Only break up when he likes another, I'll only leave if he loves another , I'll only run away if there is someone else he wants to run to.'

Still I ran, I ran away.

Scared to confront you, what if I scream, what if I shout and you leave.

But you left anyway.

I knew, I wasn't enough.

I couldn't take it away. Couldn't take out the bullet or the pain.

Couldn't take it away, your sadness, your anxiety, insecurities.

Couldn't make you happy.

Couldn't take away anything but the memories of me.

'Only break up when he sees another, I'll only leave if he likes another. I'll only run when he wants to, to someone else.'

But I ran away, because the hate in his your eyes was too much. I ran away, you told me to leave, I left.

I write my sadness in ink but the ink fades away, day to day,

I write it on the walls, I saw it in the water beneath me.

This was to come, I knew, I didn't.

I wrote my sadness in ink.

I wanted you to see it, even though you left me, even though you forgot me.

Even though I'm just a faded memory, I want you to remember everything, hurtful and sad.

I want you to remember the sun that shone under us, want you to remember the dreams we dreamt together.

'I said, I'd only break up, if you see another, said I'd only leave if you love another. '

I felt homeless, I felt lost.

I ran away too far and now its just the sound of the darkness, the forest, the rain and the fog, it envelopes me.

When I wanted you to hug me. I wanted you to call my name.

I ran but you didn't stop me. When I begged to be let in you didn't want me.

Now it's just too late.

I'll close my eyes, than to see you with another.

I'll close my ears than to hear you talking to another.

I'll close my heart, so it won't hurt to see you with her.

I'll close myself so I can breathe, once again.

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My Reverie - 1. I Ran  My second book of poems, Reverie: A reverie is a state of imagining or thinking about pleasant things, as if you are dreaming.

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Oblivion Everything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. 

Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. 

''We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.'' -Dead Poets Society

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HEADLESS

Once upon a time, long ago. A girl barely breathed.

She wanted a hand to hold. She wanted friends, she wanted acceptance.  

Once a enchantress came by her abode and said, ''throw your head into the river, by the  bridge. And you shall be loved.''

Without a dither, the girl went away, to the bridge. She threw off her head and then returned again. She could not speak, she could not look. she could not hear, the laugh of her peers or the mirth in their eyes she could not see.

The headless girl, looked for the enchantress again and again.

The headless girl walked the street, everyone looked at her, amazed were they, to see the place where her head should've  been, or the blood that dripped down the street.

The enchantress was there again,'' throw your arms into the sea, you will be loved.''

Delighted, the girl went away, she sat on the shore, saw her arms float by, she went away.

The armless girl searched for love, she couldn't love herself. she couldn't help herself. When hunger struck, she could not eat. So she starved.

She starved for love, she starved to be accepted.

Like it even mattered. Like they cared.

She was the monster, bloodshot eyes, skinny her, blood that dripped everywhere.

The enchantress came again, ''throw your feet into the ocean, the ocean goddess will hear you.''

Now nothing but the torso remained, but the girl still heaved, heavy breaths.

Now everyone was here, whoever she wanted. They came to bury the monstrosity. They came to kill. The girl was happy, the enchantress was right.

They would finally love her. They would finally except her.

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