Poetry Dystopian

“I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease.”

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"Very early in my life, it was too late."

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It's may again.

May I have to go.

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"Of all things to abandon me, why couldn't it have been the grief?"

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I don't smoke to look cool

I smoke to give my hands

Something to do when they miss you

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"I am haunted by the lives I never lived, by the words I never spoke, and the dreams I abandoned. Loneliness has become my only companion."

- Franz Kafka

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The grief arrived like weather changing, unannounced, a gray sky folding itself over the bright fields of ordinary days.

Before I shut the windows, memory is rising against my chest, even if I tell the wind to leave.

But grief is patient, and It sat beside me in the quiet chair where joy once lived, set its heavy coat on the floor, and waited for my tears to run down slow.

I thought I learned its language, in the way it speaks through small things, through a song half-heard, in a name written where it shouldn't be, but deep down, I know that besides me stands an empty seat.

It did not ask me to forget, It did not ask me to stop loving, it didn't even ask to be invited, It only came in and stayed within.

So I cleared a room inside me, made a home where now we live together, grief and I, and sometimes, when the light leans just right, I swear I can hear both, sorrow and love, breathing in the same chest.

-VinceHollow

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Pablo Neruda, from a poem titled "We Have Lost Even," featured in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

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I yearn for a hand I cannot hold

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Since we said goodbye, we haven't crossed paths anywhere, it's clear that we came from worlds that were too different.

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Maybe the wait is longer. But if the destination is you, I don't mind the time or the distance.

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And the love that I thought would save me from all the world's tortures, tortured me more than the world did.

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Someone asked me today

If I missed you

And all I could say was that

There will never be a day

Where I don't

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Your silence has been with me and I have let it have its say.

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I miss her. And I'm telling her with all the silence I am capable of.

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How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?

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How mortifying to be the only one who remembers.

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"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away."