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Get Over You

Write a poem about what you’ve learned about yourself whilst in prison.


I came into prison all on my own

And until recently, upon my face was a frown

I became so close to a girl called Leanne

She turned my frown upside down

I was moved from one wing to another

And very quickly I replaced her with another

This girl, she knew I liked her from the start

And out of nowhere she stole my heart

I knew her time was nearly here

For her to go live her life

I thought our love was dear and true

But fact is, I’ll never get over you


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Written by DSMiffed in portal Letters From Prison
Get Over You
Write a poem about what you’ve learned about yourself whilst in prison.

I came into prison all on my own
And until recently, upon my face was a frown
I became so close to a girl called Leanne
She turned my frown upside down
I was moved from one wing to another
And very quickly I replaced her with another
This girl, she knew I liked her from the start
And out of nowhere she stole my heart
I knew her time was nearly here
For her to go live her life
I thought our love was dear and true
But fact is, I’ll never get over you

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Addicted to Unavailability

I look at him and see depth. The type that has been untouched for years. I haven’t been the first who has tried to reach the bottom of the abyss that he is, and I won’t be the last. His love isn’t the type that is eternal. Only the type that engulfs you’re senses and halts your ability to determine right from wrong. That paralyzing heartbreak that comes over you will be as strong as the fire he lit inside of you at the start of it all.

You sit in his passenger seat in front of your house thinking if you should stand your ground and ask him *where do we go from here?*, but when you look up he meets your mouth with his. You won’t put up a fight because surely this is what you wanted… right?

Why else would you agree to accompany him tonight? Could it be because you haven’t satisfied your craving for his touch; which is his choice of weapon when fighting off women that too close. He made sure you knew he could not be saved. Is this going to be your desperate plea to not be his one-night stand? Constantly thinking about how many random hookups will you commit to until they are no longer random.

I look at him and see myself. I see all our pain and guilt hidden under jokes, smiles, laughter, lust. Its just easier to live the life you think you deserve than fight for the one deep down you know you should have.

*lets suffer together*

Suffer in silence, thats my style. Suffer in passion, thats his style. It’s intoxicating when both our hardships slip out in the midst of our entangled bodies. Something resembling what home should feel like. But I am no victim. I love the games he plays. I love how he plays his game with me. I live for the ones that will not attach themselves to me, and if they do then I will make them wish they never had.

How cruel a game to play. Get to the point where I finally find a home in someone then detach myself completely. I look at people and see their depth, and that is what attracts me. I see that depth and lust over the possibility of drowning myself in it.

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Addicted to Unavailability
I look at him and see depth. The type that has been untouched for years. I haven’t been the first who has tried to reach the bottom of the abyss that he is, and I won’t be the last. His love isn’t the type that is eternal. Only the type that engulfs you’re senses and halts your ability to determine right from wrong. That paralyzing heartbreak that comes over you will be as strong as the fire he lit inside of you at the start of it all.

You sit in his passenger seat in front of your house thinking if you should stand your ground and ask him *where do we go from here?*, but when you look up he meets your mouth with his. You won’t put up a fight because surely this is what you wanted… right?

Why else would you agree to accompany him tonight? Could it be because you haven’t satisfied your craving for his touch; which is his choice of weapon when fighting off women that too close. He made sure you knew he could not be saved. Is this going to be your desperate plea to not be his one-night stand? Constantly thinking about how many random hookups will you commit to until they are no longer random.

I look at him and see myself. I see all our pain and guilt hidden under jokes, smiles, laughter, lust. Its just easier to live the life you think you deserve than fight for the one deep down you know you should have.
*lets suffer together*
Suffer in silence, thats my style. Suffer in passion, thats his style. It’s intoxicating when both our hardships slip out in the midst of our entangled bodies. Something resembling what home should feel like. But I am no victim. I love the games he plays. I love how he plays his game with me. I live for the ones that will not attach themselves to me, and if they do then I will make them wish they never had.

How cruel a game to play. Get to the point where I finally find a home in someone then detach myself completely. I look at people and see their depth, and that is what attracts me. I see that depth and lust over the possibility of drowning myself in it.
#fiction  #romance  #love  #pain  #wanting 
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Written by kaenjelkjern in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I have tasted the rain

Falling

         e

         n

         t

         l

         y(ou too have tasted watched the stars)

And deadly,

Both

Flooding the senses

                           (ense this;

                            

                            It is general

                            Consensus

                            That we will ache

                            In life)t

                                      e

                                      r

                                      n

                                      a

                                      l

                                      l

                                      y.

I have tasted drops formed from

Mo         ai

      u    t       n

         n              s,

And dew formed upon

g    g    g    g    g

r     r    r     r    r

a     a    a    a    a

s     s     s    s    s

s     s     s    s    s(teady yourself.

You can bend

And also mend)

That grows

Taller than I do(not compare).

I aspire to be such grass,

Even as I taste rain

That

t m u o l s t u u l u y

Drowns even the ocean

(I fear the water

But oh I know it is passionate).

It waters these roots

                            (u

                             n

                             will come again)

And I fasten myself further

And my limbs Ache such an Ache

And it is in the Aching

That I am

Making myself(or the

B   eaking

   r

never lasts)

And I follow my mothers

(the mothers, the daughters, how holy are our

Spirits)

Who have bathed in the rain.

Earth is a woman of virtue leading the raindance

jump love song

Within the stars(hethey have watched the stars

                                                                      o

                                                                      eagerly)

And I am a mere virgin born from her and Mercury,

Virgin to myself,

My messages,

My rains(o many are yet to come.

So many have been weathered),

My pains.

So it seems.

My hair has turned green

And I find new names

And grow gr

                    a

                        s

                            Strong roots

(They say it is greener

But familiar dewdroprains

Scale the blades of our eyes

With Emerald hues if we open them)

When I practice

(oh it takes practice.

All in due time) the raindance

jump love song.

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Written by kaenjelkjern in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I have tasted the rain
Falling
         e
         n
         t
         l
         y(ou too have tasted watched the stars)
And deadly,
Both
Flooding the senses
                           (ense this;
                            
                            It is general
                            Consensus
                            That we will ache
                            In life)t
                                      e
                                      r
                                      n
                                      a
                                      l
                                      l
                                      y.

I have tasted drops formed from
Mo         ai
      u    t       n
         n              s,
And dew formed upon
g    g    g    g    g
r     r    r     r    r
a     a    a    a    a
s     s     s    s    s
s     s     s    s    s(teady yourself.

You can bend
And also mend)

That grows
Taller than I do(not compare).

I aspire to be such grass,
Even as I taste rain
That
t m u o l s t u u l u y
Drowns even the ocean
(I fear the water
But oh I know it is passionate).

It waters these roots
                            (u
                             n
                             will come again)
And I fasten myself further

And my limbs Ache such an Ache
And it is in the Aching
That I am
Making myself(or the
B   eaking
   r
never lasts)

And I follow my mothers
(the mothers, the daughters, how holy are our
Spirits)
Who have bathed in the rain.

Earth is a woman of virtue leading the raindance
jump love song
Within the stars(hethey have watched the stars
                                                                      o
                                                                      eagerly)
And I am a mere virgin born from her and Mercury,
Virgin to myself,
My messages,
My rains(o many are yet to come.
So many have been weathered),
My pains.

So it seems.

My hair has turned green
And I find new names
And grow gr
                    a
                        s
                            Strong roots
(They say it is greener
But familiar dewdroprains
Scale the blades of our eyes
With Emerald hues if we open them)

When I practice
(oh it takes practice.

All in due time) the raindance
jump love song.
#nonfiction  #poetry  #love  #spirituality  #culture 
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Are you really afraid of losing me? Or you’re just afraid of being lonely?

Do you really want me to stay because you love me? Or you just want more of my body?

Are you really scared of letting me go? Or you’re just scared of being alone?

Is your love for me real? Is that what you really feel?

Are we really in love tonight? Or are we just losing our minds?

It’s time for me to let you go, because I know you won’t do it for me.

Because darling, you’re scared of being lonely.

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Are you really afraid of losing me? Or you’re just afraid of being lonely?

Do you really want me to stay because you love me? Or you just want more of my body?

Are you really scared of letting me go? Or you’re just scared of being alone?

Is your love for me real? Is that what you really feel?

Are we really in love tonight? Or are we just losing our minds?

It’s time for me to let you go, because I know you won’t do it for me.
Because darling, you’re scared of being lonely.
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I was once broken, but you picked up the shattered pieces of me and made me whole–made me feel brand new. It left you with bruises on your hand. You didn’t mind them anyway.

But weeks have passed, months even, and the bruises became scars–scars that were too visible to bear. There you realized I wasn’t worth the pain, then you let me go–leaving me broken again.

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I was once broken, but you picked up the shattered pieces of me and made me whole–made me feel brand new. It left you with bruises on your hand. You didn’t mind them anyway.

But weeks have passed, months even, and the bruises became scars–scars that were too visible to bear. There you realized I wasn’t worth the pain, then you let me go–leaving me broken again.
#romance  #poetry  #prose  #love  #sad  #spilledink 
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They were standing in front of each other as he was catching his breath, and she was catching her tears.

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

She didn’t expect this question. Although she is very sure of her answer.

“I never stopped loving you.

Ever since we broke up, it was still you. In the morning when I wake up. In the afternoon when I drink our coffee. In the evening before I go to sleep. Every time I pass by our favorite street. Even every song I hear reminds me of you.”

He didn’t utter a single word. He stared blankly to her eyes, waiting. It was pure silence. Until she can bare the silence no more.

“I’m sorry, but I still haven’t learned to stop loving you.” she finally said, then walked away.

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They were standing in front of each other as he was catching his breath, and she was catching her tears.

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

She didn’t expect this question. Although she is very sure of her answer.

“I never stopped loving you.

Ever since we broke up, it was still you. In the morning when I wake up. In the afternoon when I drink our coffee. In the evening before I go to sleep. Every time I pass by our favorite street. Even every song I hear reminds me of you.”

He didn’t utter a single word. He stared blankly to her eyes, waiting. It was pure silence. Until she can bare the silence no more.

“I’m sorry, but I still haven’t learned to stop loving you.” she finally said, then walked away.
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I remember how it all began. I remember how we talked for the first time like we’ve known each other for long. I remember how we laughed together during silly times. I remember how we exchanged messages all throughout the day. I remember all the times I ranted at you over nonsense things. I remember how you got mad at me when I skipped eating and overslept. I remember how we went to different places together.

And even though all of these are nothing but memories now, I still love to remember how it all started. But I don’t want to remember how it all ended.

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I remember how it all began. I remember how we talked for the first time like we’ve known each other for long. I remember how we laughed together during silly times. I remember how we exchanged messages all throughout the day. I remember all the times I ranted at you over nonsense things. I remember how you got mad at me when I skipped eating and overslept. I remember how we went to different places together.

And even though all of these are nothing but memories now, I still love to remember how it all started. But I don’t want to remember how it all ended.
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They say sometimes, holding on does more damage than letting go. Maybe this is the reason why you stopped holding on to what kept us together. Maybe I’ve been causing you too much pain and damage that letting me go was better. Maybe, I’m not the one you deserve.

Maybe, just maybe, we’re not really for each other

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They say sometimes, holding on does more damage than letting go. Maybe this is the reason why you stopped holding on to what kept us together. Maybe I’ve been causing you too much pain and damage that letting me go was better. Maybe, I’m not the one you deserve.

Maybe, just maybe, we’re not really for each other
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I love how you make me laugh and mimic it after. I love how you pronounce my name. I love how you hold my waste and grab my thighs in a non-sexual way, like someone’s gonna take me away from you. I love how you play with my hair. I love how you imitate my crazy dance moves. I love how you always tell me that I am beautiful and sincerely compliment me over the small things. I love how you fill the spaces between my fingers with yours. I love the sound of your voice.

I love you and your every little thing, and that’s all I ever know.

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I love how you make me laugh and mimic it after. I love how you pronounce my name. I love how you hold my waste and grab my thighs in a non-sexual way, like someone’s gonna take me away from you. I love how you play with my hair. I love how you imitate my crazy dance moves. I love how you always tell me that I am beautiful and sincerely compliment me over the small things. I love how you fill the spaces between my fingers with yours. I love the sound of your voice.

I love you and your every little thing, and that’s all I ever know.
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Written by Kiki51989 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Sow To Reap

We fell in love and in each other we vowed

Till death do us part, well, that was a good start

I was and may be still am a wild and free soul

You are and will remain the tall mountain pole

I love an evening stroll and morning coffee

You chose a night at home and popcorn with toffee

I enjoy loud beats and the option to be an open book

You were always the guard behind the wall,would never allow any one to look

I love everything expressive including happy surprises

To you they were pointless and meaningless chances

I decided to lean a bit to your unknown new world

I thought despite the dirt on the way I'd still find gold

Alas, I forgot that expectations lead to disappointments

I was told that 'it is your duty', I obeyed unaware of the predicaments

Yet I want all those in this ship to learn and recognise

That it is always our choice to love and make them realise

It takes time for a farmer to enjoy the benefits from sow to reap

Only because of his patience and trust that sweet fruit was his to keep

Be the farmer dear girl, and though it takes persistence

Your land will look up and respect you for your undying persistence

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Written by Kiki51989 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Sow To Reap
We fell in love and in each other we vowed
Till death do us part, well, that was a good start
I was and may be still am a wild and free soul
You are and will remain the tall mountain pole

I love an evening stroll and morning coffee
You chose a night at home and popcorn with toffee
I enjoy loud beats and the option to be an open book
You were always the guard behind the wall,would never allow any one to look

I love everything expressive including happy surprises
To you they were pointless and meaningless chances
I decided to lean a bit to your unknown new world
I thought despite the dirt on the way I'd still find gold

Alas, I forgot that expectations lead to disappointments
I was told that 'it is your duty', I obeyed unaware of the predicaments
Yet I want all those in this ship to learn and recognise
That it is always our choice to love and make them realise

It takes time for a farmer to enjoy the benefits from sow to reap
Only because of his patience and trust that sweet fruit was his to keep
Be the farmer dear girl, and though it takes persistence
Your land will look up and respect you for your undying persistence
#fiction  #romance  #poetry  #mystery  #love  #marraige 
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