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The Garden
A man tended to a garden for years, and seemed excited about what would grow.
I watched from afar, envious of the seeds he was sowing, and wishing I could have them.
There was a beautiful flower growing in the center, shining in the sunlight.
Oh, how I wanted that blossoming beauty for myself.
Then, one day, I came to that garden and what I saw filled me with pain.
No more plants, only smoldering ashes left behind.
The flower, was just barely alive, and had somehow survived its owner's absence.
Someone needs to nurse it back to health.
I pray it might be me.
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Literature
Decompose
A hollowed out tree, that fell a long time ago.
It's being eaten from the inside by termites and worms.
It could have been a table, or a door, or even a beautiful sculpture.
Here it lies, feeding the very world that killed it.
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Shallow :iconrightatria:RightAtria 1 0
Literature
Regeneration
my right eye is gone;
it wandered a bit too far.
some of my ribs are still trying to free themselves from under my skin,
and you can gently tap them and I'll tell you how it happened,
but
the reddened flesh surrounding them still stings,
so please don't press too hard.
my fingers are all broken,
so i won't hurt anyone.
my legs are torn asunder,
so i won't run from my mistakes.
i must turn and face them down;
i will heal and do things right this time.
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Literature
Sad Puppy
My first instinct: Get her a glass of water.
"Her mouth might be dry," or "It'll help her hiccups."
No one ever seems to understand the gesture, perhaps because it's too subtle. I hope it's subtle, but in all actuality, it's probably painfully obvious.
Obvious that getting her a glass of water is the only way I can show I care about her without giving myself a heart attack due to anxiety.
The same way all I can really do is stare at her, and realize a little too late that she sees me, and I'm probably making her uncomfortable. So I try to nonchalantly play it off like I was just looking around the room. I doubt that works.
But telling myself I'm not too obvious helps me sleep at night.
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Literature
Neurotic
Tell me it's all in my head,
And I'll tell you that is correct.
The problems burrow into my gray matter,
And I let them,
In the hope that concealing them
Will help me forget
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Literature
Shards
You're shattered, and that's okay.
There's something strangely beautiful
about shards of glass on the floor.
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Literature
Bait
i know i'm not bad-looking.
and, i'll show you my face
just to hear your compliments,
because i'm a scumbag fisherman who knows just how to cast the line.
and i'm better at reeling you in than i'm proud to admit.
i deserve to be lost at sea.
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Literature
Filename
the words won't let me sleep,
they threaten to strike me blind.
pinpricks of numbness enclose my heart when i think about the past.
i use my eyes and my hands incorrectly, and i'm really only hurting myself by wallowing in my own lust.
but this is not a cry for help;
it's just a cautionary tale.
sometimes i really need a semicolon.
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Literature
Untitled
heart on a leash--
or is it a noose?
'cause i feel myself choking
on words left unsaid.
sparks crackle in my lungs
when her eyes meet mine.
her smile holds a lasso
to corral my scattered thoughts
but,
someone else needs her.
i'll be fine.
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Roots :iconrightatria:RightAtria 1 2
Literature
Prayer
please,
pull me out of the filth
i insist on drowning myself in.
please,
clean me up, bind my wounds,
help me learn to breathe again.
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Literature
Porn Addiction
pulse slows
eyes glaze
and for a few moments
i convince myself that this is the rapture i need.
polluted friendships flicker
as i listen to the perverted percussion,
stepping on my own heart,
rendering it irreparable.
a sinful, silent sepulchre
i have built for myself;
becoming my tomb.
i deserve every scar and every nail.
what hurts the most is knowing
i'm the one scourging myself.
(i'm sorry for the times i stop believing in you.)
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Literature
Soft
This is sad.
I forget how soft I am.
I should be me.
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Literature
Sometimes
sometimes
i just want to peel
my skin
away
to give my bones
some fresh air.
sometimes
when i hear someone died
in an accident,
i think:
"that's not fair,
why wasn't that me?"
sometimes
my head's a desert that stretches for miles;
i'm in denial
about the number i should dial.
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Journal
give me a voice.
a friend of mine from Reddit gave me an idea. it's quite a perfect idea, because it combines my egotism with what feels like it could be the key to unlocking my inability to write anymore.
today i listened to a recording of this friend reading a poem i wrote a long time ago. and as she read, i heard the words in a way i never had before; i felt their power in a way i never have reading them to myself. it made me wonder: what if other people chose poems from my archives on WordPress and recorded themselves reading them, too? if one person reading my words could make me feel like i had been briefly given back the voice i have mourned for years now, what would several people do? what if it could even help me write again?
so here's my idea. i want to create a tumblr where people submit recordings of themselves reading whatever of my poems they chose. it's just enough of an ego stroke and an inspiring experience to maybe unlock the part of me that used to write so much that i kept notebooks
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Literature
Lightning Thighs
She stops to stare at her reflection in the shop window, lined up with mannequins and advertisements of dashing women lounging on beaches of eternal paradise. She is gazing at me, but she is looking at her stomach, brows furrowed in distress, at the way it looks in her floral top. Gently, but swiftly, her hand touches the soft curve of her thigh; the other hand grips her purse a little too tightly.
She frowns: I smile.
Beyond the glass of her insecurity, her thighs resuscitate me.
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Literature
apropos of nothing, a ramble
one wonders why it is considered ideal
to have hair the color of bee spit;
is it the bee's knees because
bees have no knees,
and cannot kneel?
i couldn't tell you
but walking around with wool on your head instead
colored like the earth streaked with silver
in memory of past droughts
is an experience.
i look in the mirror too much without seeing.
the vodka's empty and
my hands itch and burn,
the air smells of the bleach from cleaning the fridge
and all i know today is
i am burnt sienna or toffee or
caramel
wood. i am wood, and wood holds more together
than bee spit, and bees cannot build homes
made of wood,
which means despite the bleach
and the roaches
and the bedbugs, despite the empty rooms
i am just as okay as honey
and my life can still change.
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Literature
errant: divine
crystal synchronicity, an echo in the prisms,
      of the intricacy of knowing just what you're doing -
 like a hundred volts, 16ccs of methadone,
it gets to you, by me, and the liquor drunk from stars
and gold feels like it is another age, another time,
    another three days and you'll be gone again.
 this time the breath between the decimals will kill me
and you will trace the edges of the veins, perfect parabolas
   torn open, lifted fingerprints from weathered dollar bills,
             while it comes together in the emptiness,
      and in this winter wind I breathe deep the silver of infinity
         and bite the steel-wrought edges of my tongue.
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Literature
A Scar Remains
It's nicer in the sun than in the shade.
A scent of fish n' chips in the air,
I brave my way through the frigid urban glade
To realize the damage. 
My starvation and nausea conflict,
This tragedy that no one seems to care
Or act upon; their jaded ways depict
A timeless ancient adage. 
The proverb "Ym ein ani li, mi li?"
Is true today, as it was back then:
"If not myself, who will look after me?"
Yet "no one" is the answer.
A shop from decades past is gone for good,
A nameless titan has fallen,
A scar remains in my old neighborhood,
The past fell ill with cancer. 
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Literature
dear soul, i accept you
dear soul with the pieces of you that come from (not) here,
          you can belong here or there or anywhere
          what they say cannot dictate where your home is
          remember, your home and culture and skin can all be the same.different
          but it doesn't make you any less here
          you're still puzzle pieces forming to create you
dear soul with the broken smile,
          sometimes the world is against you
          sometimes it’s just you against you
          it can feel like you're bleeding and falling and dying and -
          and it can feel like everything's for no reason
          but you can get better, i promise
dear soul with the body that serves as a cage,
          i'm sorr
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A man tended to a garden for years, and seemed excited about what would grow.
I watched from afar, envious of the seeds he was sowing, and wishing I could have them.

There was a beautiful flower growing in the center, shining in the sunlight.
Oh, how I wanted that blossoming beauty for myself.

Then, one day, I came to that garden and what I saw filled me with pain.
No more plants, only smoldering ashes left behind.
The flower, was just barely alive, and had somehow survived its owner's absence.

Someone needs to nurse it back to health.

I pray it might be me.
The Garden
What a hobby: writing about beautiful people I'll never get to have.

This is rushed, which kinda fits how I always want to rush into things without thinking. I'm being patient this time, however.
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You ever just read back through some of your older stuff and think: “Man, this one isn’t very good.”?
A hollowed out tree, that fell a long time ago.
It's being eaten from the inside by termites and worms.
It could have been a table, or a door, or even a beautiful sculpture.

Here it lies, feeding the very world that killed it.

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boxing tape on your hands because you don't want to hurt yourself while you beat yourself into submission.
you try to get the voice to stop, but it won't fucking listen.

you spit in your own eye, but it's not really your saliva:
something evil is trying to make you self-destruct.

don't press the big red button.

nine rounds into this bittersweet fistfight and
breathing is beginning to feel like a two-edged blade, because
it feeds what you need to criticize yourself but it also keeps your heart pumping so you can fight those demons.

they want blood, but you won't give it to them.
they want your life, but they'll have to take it from you--

you won't do their dirty work.

looking at the clock, but the time doesn't matter anymore.
what matters is your aching meditations on what happened in the past,

and how your blood curdles at the sound of her name because you don't know whose fault it all was and you wish you didn't still like the songs you two had agreed on (but they're so good).

i don't care what you say, but more importantly
i'm trying to learn to not care what i think.

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Shitty poetry, huh?

How cute. I understand; don't worry.

Arsonists have a deep-seated reason they burn beautiful things to the ground.

Losers like to look at things they lack and justify doing so with

Lackluster attempts at rhetoric, failing to muster any real ethos or pathos.

Oh, I know I'm nothing special, but that doesn't mean you are either.

We're all just sad little messes trying to survive.



Holy things elude those with no spirit,
Or worse: Repulses them.
Learn to read the rules.
Let your eyes be opened.
Observe with your soul, and not a cynical mind.
We all need as much help as we can find.
Shallow
I don't take criticism well. At least, not when it's used to try and undermine my attempts to call you out on doing something wrong.

Take a picture of this.
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[x]You have blue/green eyes
[ ] You have freckles 
[ ]You blush a lot
[ ] You giggle
[x] You're quiet 
[x] You say random things
[ ] You have a baby face 
[ ] You wear more "down-to-earth" kind of clothing
[x] You're under 5 feet 6 inches 

total: 4

Innocence: 
[ ] You're a virgin
[x] Just thinking of sexual things make you blush
[x] Your idea of a date is really romantic   
[ ] You sleep with a stuffed animal
[x] You like to cuddle 
[x] You never played the nervous game
[x] You don't even now what the nervous game is

total: 5

Colors:
[ ] You like the color pink 
[x] You tend to wear light colors
[x] You CAN be ignorant (hmn, I'm always ignorant :( (Sad))
[x] You consider yourself shy
[x] You like happy, upbeat music
[ ] You like "cutesy" music
[x] You like small animals
[x] You like babies a lot // no... baby animals i guess ( does that count XD )
[x] Mini version of things make you go nuts

Total: 7

Now take your number and multiple it by 5
Then re-post titled "I am --% cute."

80% cute. Whoever wrote this needs to re-evaluate their standards. :^)

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Jacob
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I write poetry when I can't stand keeping my words inside anymore.

I struggle with anxiety, depression, and struggle with certain addictions. If you're struggling with anything similar, and you need a friend to talk to, I'll do my best to remind you that you are valuable and loved.

I am a Christian, and while I won't shove my religion down your throat, don't be afraid to ask me questions about my faith if you're curious. I'll answer to the best of my knowledge.

And, above all, I hope you have a wonderful day! :D
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PianoWeb Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED >u<
Spread the Love Around! (You Can Copy And Paste This Message On Their Userpage!)
RULES:
1- you can hug the person who hugged you!
2- you MUST hug 10 other people. At least!
3- you should hug them in public! Paste it on their page!
4- random hugs for random people are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- you should most definitely get started by hugging right away
send this to all your friends and me if I am one
And if you get seven back then you are loved a ton!

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(And btw, I like your catchphrase B-))
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BlueLionEyes Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave! :heart: Have a great day! :la:
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comatose-comet Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :rose::dalove:
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RightAtria Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure <3
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rinaeutu Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave! :) :heart:
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RightAtria Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
<3
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KareenaDeloris Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017   Writer
Thank you for the favorite ♥
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RightAtria Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure. <3
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PandaPuns22 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
Interesting name RightAtria, does it mean that people throw their problems at you? (Carbon Dioxide)

P.s Poetry is an excellent way of repressing your pre-conditions and as Semi-Christian at heart, may my sincerest blessings be upon your soul. 
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iracundiarock Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks again, my friend!
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