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Idontevenknow in Poetry & Free Verse

Grief in praise

Cry hard for others,

Cry deeply—

not as a sign of weakness,

but as a quiet companion of love.

So weep, deeply and true,

let your river of tears

guide you toward

the safe passage of peace.

Cover image for post Unrealistic expectations, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Poetry & Free Verse

Unrealistic expectations

I want people to see my pain

Without seeing my tears

Hear me calling out for help

Without any words

And I want to be given comfort

Without being told

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Idontevenknow

Unrealistic expectations

I want people to see my pain

Without seeing my tears

Hear me calling out for help

Without any words

And I want to be given comfort

Without being told

Cover image for post A quick lesson, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Poetry & Free Verse

A quick lesson

Never underestimate

the next person

Because people love

to prove a point

Cover image for post A quick lesson, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Micropoetry

A quick lesson

Never underestimate

the next person

Because people love

to prove a point

Cover image for post Untitled, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow

Never underestimate

the next person

Because people love

to prove a point

Cover image for post Reality punch slow, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Poetry & Free Verse

Reality punch slow

Dreams are what we feed ourselves

in our moments of weakness

It’s what define us as an whole

Or else, we become stagnant in our perpetual darkness...

Cover image for post Reality hit slow, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Micropoetry

Reality hit slow

Dreams are what we feed ourselves

in our moments of weakness

It’s what define us as an whole

Or else, we become stagnant in our perpetual darkness...

Cover image for post It muSt have been, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow in Poetry & Free Verse

It muSt have been

It must have been funny taken advantage of me

I bet that those laugh you felt made you clever

I bet the excitement you felt made you feel important

Worthy-even, a release from the past disappointment in your life

But I need to know

When your took advantage of me did it feed your soul?

Cover image for post Love me, by Idontevenknow
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Idontevenknow

Love me

I need to write something-anything right now. I feel heavy and sad today, now I’m good for a self loathing session as the next person, but this ain’t it. I feel inadequate to the extent that I’m not so sure I’ll grow. Like this is what my fear, doubt, and self esteem have given me. My own mind cage and is it semi pitiful and disappointing!! I’m at the point in my life that I can’t fake having everything together anymore. This years long facade that I created for myself is crumpling by the months. I don’t think I know who I am anymore. No correction I do at my core, and I just don’t like it. Or see any value of it. Like what’s the point in having kindness when it doesn’t lead to respect? Yeah I’m empathetic but that’s doesn’t stop the next person hurting my feelings now. What I have isn’t what valued in everyday society. Even the good qualities are longer can be acceptable.

So I tried to be someone else, or let my my bad qualities show itself brazenly, thinking it was the answer to all, but all that led to a weed addiction and bad credit.

In summary, I went through life thinking if I could be understanding and nice, people will value me more than anything. By being dependable, people will include me more. Now at 26, I looked back and wished I fought for respect and not likeness.

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