The Universe is Our Poetry

By writebysyllable

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Every poet is trying to send a message to someone in secret. If you would only learn to listen, you'll know i... More

Cosmos
Metaphors
Consistency
Ashes
Snowflake
Rare and Beautiful
2AM
Strangely Familiar
Before Dawn
Expectations
Disability
Messenger
Monsters
July
Blindspot
Petition
Fumed
Breathing Ground
Falling Knives
*eyeroll*
Procrastination
Quicksand
Cancelled
Semblance
Pop Town
Either Way
Guardian
It's Been Said
Kept Feelings
Burning Stars
Liquid Gold
how else can inside jokes be built?
The Door
Have Courage, Child
Look Ahead
Ugh
Spilled Milk
Paper Clips
Full Disclosure
Re: Initials
Which One
Twelve Minutes After
Brave Kid
Rip Tide
Choosing Battles
Getting By
Panther
Humanly Selfish
That's It
The Gap
Very Willing
Probably
where are you
what a mess
Need to Recharge
Maximum People
Forged Relationship
Resolution
Running Out of Patience
Narratives You Didn't Ask For
Rain Boots For the Day
The Point
Pain Tolerance
I Thought Of
-
Masteral Degree
The Tradeoff
TMI
Rants
People We Love
Okay?
Pep Talk
Road Rage
Birthday Greeting
Hibernation
Free Time
Nomad
No One Noticed
it will get better
Notifications
Tell Me
Miss Manila
Mood Lately
Riot
Hush, Love
Therapy
1/9
Adequate
Acceptance
Adapt
Collective
Start Over
Tell Me About It
If There's Such a Term
i don't know if this is a bad thing
Subtle Hints to Ologies
Good Enough for Me
Comprende
Insulated Tumblers are FUN
One Percent
Move Forward
Pause
Rhetorical
Wake Up
Good Night
Lakeshore
Fighting Chance
Sober
Fall
Mere Borrowers
Another Monday
Until
Me, Too
Heard This From a Podcast
Cuss Words
lyrics from a favorite Mraz song
The Breaking Point
Look Close
Clarity
We are their persons, too.
Raindrops
You Can
A Summary of How My Day Went
Be fully present in living the present moment.
it's not even 11:11 yet, but
Permission to Fall
Snap Out of It
The Right Time
I am here for me, I am here for you
You Never Win
Set Sail
A Warmer Place
Once In A While
Just Me Trying
Coming Back In
Proof of Life
12-Hour Conversations
A New Page
The Day When
My Writing Process
Lovers of the Ordinary
Small Prayers, Big God
Long Arm Branches
Little Girl
I have a Lover

Glasshouse

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By writebysyllable

lately
i had been
very entitled
and sensitive
as to how
i want people
to listen to my stories

i am starting
to build on
the mentality
of what i deserve
or what should
people give me
based on
all the things
i had given them

i wanted my actions
to get reciprocated
so badly
that in any moment
i felt ignored
or was not given
the right attention
i had in mind
i get really upset
and distant

and as i continue
holding on
to these expectations
i am constantly
planting resentment
against people
i truly care for

with this
i knew
the glasshouse
that is my heart
is slowly rotting

when we only care
too much
about ourselves
when we only see
what pains us
when we only crave
for getting
what we deserve
based on what
we gave out —
that's when we
start to deterioarate

how do we
overcome this

we acknowledge
our emotions
and feel them
we play out
all these
irrational thoughts
inside our heads
and face them

it is never
an easy feat
it takes courage
to get out of the rot
than willingly
be drowned in it

as for our
never ending
expectations of people
W.H. Auden once said l
you shall love
your crooked neighbor
with your crooked heart


in the final analysis
we are all bound
to hurt one another
whether intentionally
or otherwise

having
the valiant ability
to forgive
is a character
given to those
who are eager
to receive the same

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