catherine-elizabeth-1Whisper

French

When I was LittleWhen I was little / and innocent / I thought the world my friend

@katie-gablick20

Aug 19, 2014

post-it notes installment 3i. Soft, pink petals drift in circles on the lazy breeze. / Birds sing as they chase each other across the blue sky. / Sharp, green blades of grass tickle the back of my neck.

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May 7, 2013

knees bleedingWe fall so hard. We dust ourselves off. We pretend that it doesn't hurt, that our knees aren't bleeding. We walk on, our heads held high, trying to exude a dignity we lost long ago. We look at the others and think that they are different. We want to believe that they are stronger, yet we wait for them to fail. We rationalize. If the superior, the brave, the proud, the unbroken, can stumble, maybe we don't have to be ashamed. We all crave love as we make ourselves hard to love. We're all the same. We turn a blind eye. We pity ourselves. We loathe who we are. We make unfair comparisons. We make excuses. We accuse. We playact. Sometimes I can hardly stand.

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May 7, 2013

and he will never knowBreaking my heart inadvertently, you pull me close to yours. I can hear it beating, but not for me.. / Effortlessly taking my breath, fingers lightly dancing on my shoulder, you make me remember.. / The memory of being held so gently against his chest, his chin resting on my forehead, floods my mind..

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May 7, 2013

more post-it notes..viii. / one hour spent and you couldn't decide.. / why does everything you do need a confirmation from someone?

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Oct 2, 2012

really..There is a girl in my class, who up until yesterday had never seen a stamp that wasn't peel-off with sticky backing. / I watched for 5 minutes as she tried to find the non-existent edge to pull before I told her to lick it. / There is another girl, stereotypical blonde, who thought Brazil was in Europe.

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Oct 1, 2012

post-it notes on my windowi. / how can it be that they simply walk by, / while I, in contrast, stand stupid in awe.

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Oct 1, 2012

UntitledI miss the warmth that comes from being held. / I miss the gentleness of arms wrapped around my waist, / and the feeling of a rough cheek pressed against my neck.

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Sep 29, 2012

life? or stupidityEverything happens for a reason, and people change. / But sometimes the reason is that you're stupid, / and often change is for the worst.

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May 24, 2012

**** it!There is a rage that fills me so quickly that I think I might just choke. My fists clench tightly, involuntarily. I want to slam my clenched fist right into your face. But I don't. I know it would just cause more strife. But the urge to hurt you is almost overpowering. I can feel the anger and the hurt sitting in my chest, right on top of my diaphragm. It keeps me from breathing properly. I know I should let go of it, **** it. But in a way it feels so fulfilling to cling to this emotion. I feel like I am on the brink of doing something stupid, of losing control, of saying what I think. / Were you ever scared to jump into the pool as a child? Did you stand on the edge and prepare yourself again and again? Did you FEEL yourself about to jump, every muscle tense, even holding your breath, but the part of your mind you can't oppose said no? That's what this feels like. I am prepared to let all hell break loose. To give you a piece of my mind. Every other cliche you can think of. Why the hell do you make me so crazy? / And when you are done with your anger you discard it. It disappears as if it never was. That makes me crazier than your anger, sarcasm, condescension, idiocy, inability to comprehend. I am not done being angry yet, **** it! Let me be angry. Don't take this from me too.

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Dec 24, 2011

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