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At school I have many friends yet I’m lonely
I speak to them every day yet none of them know me
At street I see many humans but no humanity
You all talk about money but not about morality
There is a tear between each smile
Why to pretend that it is fine, my heart?
Hoping it will be just for a while
But I know it is tearing me apart.
Stop looking at me like I’m the monster
Each of you give my heart another fracture
Happiness, why not able to capture?
I tried and tried and tried again.
....I’m tired.
I speak to them every day yet none of them know me
At street I see many humans but no humanity
You all talk about money but not about morality
There is a tear between each smile
Why to pretend that it is fine, my heart?
Hoping it will be just for a while
But I know it is tearing me apart.
Stop looking at me like I’m the monster
Each of you give my heart another fracture
Happiness, why not able to capture?
I tried and tried and tried again.
....I’m tired.
Literature
And Just Like That Letting Go Feels So Much Easier
There's something life changing in the way you tap your pen against the desk.
I'm not just saying so to sound poetically nice on page,
but because with the click of your pen meeting wood I can see myself on the other side, being caught in your gaze when you look out over your glasses.
I see myself telling you how annoying it is.
You sticking your tongue out and laughing.
I would say it not because the sound drives me crazy,
but because seeing you laughing does.
When I say something as small as a nervous tick is life changing it's because I can feel you changing my life.
Even in the small moments.
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Letting the Past Die
Letting the Past Die
11/4/18
The past—everyone says to let it go
Despite being its present descendants
And resulting culminations—echoes
Pictures paused, prompting pensive reminiscence
And subsequent self-reflection. It stores
Memories fleeting adrift in oceans
Flooded from the stress of living life coursed
In cutthroat waters, chasing promotions
Or raises—hooked as soon as we taste it
Just once. While revisiting my past, I
Recovered fragments, memories lost in
The growing countless chapters cast aside
Ignored: old friends, faces I'd forgotten
Unclaimed treasures of moments I’d have cherished
Forever had I known what
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When I Come to See You
When I come to see you
I’ll bring sparkling wine
And we’ll spill it on the floor.
I’ll be ready for your smile.
When your arms are round me
With my belly pressed to yours,
I’ll close my longing eyes.
I’ll be ready for your soul.
And in the early morning
I will open out our fingers
And silently I’ll go.
Deep breath.
Not ready yet.
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The poem is called Tired and not the whole content are my thought.
"At street I see many humans but no humanity" is something I often think about. I see how people look away at street, when some strangers touches me or make a racist comment. I see how they look away when a homeless people walk by. I see people bullying each other and not helping each other. I see how people want something in return when they helped me. It is weird and almost everything is now about money..
I'm sorry that I started to complain a bit but it is just what I think something. I don't want to imply that the actions mentioned before are all inhuman and wrong, but I just want to make you think for a bit..
"At street I see many humans but no humanity" is something I often think about. I see how people look away at street, when some strangers touches me or make a racist comment. I see how they look away when a homeless people walk by. I see people bullying each other and not helping each other. I see how people want something in return when they helped me. It is weird and almost everything is now about money..
I'm sorry that I started to complain a bit but it is just what I think something. I don't want to imply that the actions mentioned before are all inhuman and wrong, but I just want to make you think for a bit..
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Ist es eigentlich gewollt, dass der erste und zweite Vers aus einem ganz anderem Gedicht stammt?