A-C-D-W-Z - Hello Poetry

I don't think I belong here. Mom, where'd you go? Dad, don't leave. Little sister, little sister. Deep in my head I stay. Roaming the hills of unwanted thoughts, delving the forests of secret things. Climbing the stories to reach for the sun I almost grasp a star. too late falling falling the story not enough to bear me. falling falling falling I don't think I belong here. I'd rather walk under the leaves of Lothlorien sleep under the light of Evenstar I'd rather die battling Smeagol poor, pitiable old Smeagol I'd rather speak a language no human knows deep in the Chamber of Secrets I'd rather be a Farwalker I'd rather spit at the Snake in Eden I'd rather fly and meet Oromis and Glaedr I'd rather wield a sword against whatever nameless one in what ever half forgotten world born of a dying thought I'd rather be a character to scorn. Where are you, Mom, Dad? Little sister, little sister. I don't think I belong here.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC

extraterrestrial

I don't think I belong here. Mom, where'd you go? Dad, don't leave. Little sister, little sister. Deep in my head I stay. Roaming the hills of unwanted thoughts, delving the forests of secret things. Climbing the stories to reach for the sun I almost grasp a star. too late falling falling the story not enough to bear me. falling falling falling I don't think I belong here. I'd rather walk under the leaves of Lothlorien sleep under the light of Evenstar I'd rather die battling Smeagol poor, pitiable old Smeagol I'd rather speak a language no human knows deep in the Chamber of Secrets I'd rather be a Farwalker I'd rather spit at the Snake in Eden I'd rather fly and meet Oromis and Glaedr I'd rather wield a sword against whatever nameless one in what ever half forgotten world born of a dying thought I'd rather be a character to scorn. Where are you, Mom, Dad? Little sister, little sister. I don't think I belong here.

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sitting in our little car scrunched next to the two warm little bodies I've come to love talking to the man I idolize thinking he's more than human my mind is an infinite river there are stars in my eyes dancing swirling gone there are words in my heart gleaming and writhing creating like stars there is a rawness in my veins a hatred, a pure love beauty I want, cannot have c-ca-cannot have music dances elven lights I sink like metal in water slowly all at once drifting in the tide of life, drifting, dying living awake asleep dead alive awake in some ways, asleep in others what is evil what is good what is heaven what is hell none of that matters all that matters is the heart of the Earth, soaking and pushing and struggling against us the veins in a pale wrist the patterns on a leaf's underside the dancing light glimmering off water am I dead

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC

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sitting in our little car scrunched next to the two warm little bodies I've come to love talking to the man I idolize thinking he's more than human my mind is an infinite river there are stars in my eyes dancing swirling gone there are words in my heart gleaming and writhing creating like stars there is a rawness in my veins a hatred, a pure love beauty I want, cannot have c-ca-cannot have music dances elven lights I sink like metal in water slowly all at once drifting in the tide of life, drifting, dying living awake asleep dead alive awake in some ways, asleep in others what is evil what is good what is heaven what is hell none of that matters all that matters is the heart of the Earth, soaking and pushing and struggling against us the veins in a pale wrist the patterns on a leaf's underside the dancing light glimmering off water am I dead

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*Do you remember - no, of course you don’t. Did you hear about - never mind. What are you - no, sorry. Why - nope. I - sorry.* ……. Did you say something?

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Feb 16, 2016

Feb 16, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC

Untitled

*Do you remember - no, of course you don’t. Did you hear about - never mind. What are you - no, sorry. Why - nope. I - sorry.* ……. Did you say something?

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Laughing and crying are one and the same even through life it's all just a game pain feels like hugs smiles look like scowls laughter like shouts warmth and cold are one and the same loving hate and hating love To hate someone that much there has to be a little love in there. Somewhere. To love someone that much, you don't see them clearly. Black is a shade of white, white is a shade of black Fatigue is a part of energy life is a part of death death, a part of life all extremities are just reflections of each other.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC

confusion

Laughing and crying are one and the same even through life it's all just a game pain feels like hugs smiles look like scowls laughter like shouts warmth and cold are one and the same loving hate and hating love To hate someone that much there has to be a little love in there. Somewhere. To love someone that much, you don't see them clearly. Black is a shade of white, white is a shade of black Fatigue is a part of energy life is a part of death death, a part of life all extremities are just reflections of each other.

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She's still there. Why is she still there? After all that's happened... She's the same. I blew up. I think I took her damage for her. My mind's a mess My life's a mess I am a walking broken soul She hurt me, she hurt me badly And I'll never be perfectly whole again. I miss the way I used to be A flying kite nowhere near the sea My family and friends don't recognize me Because I'm a walking broken soul. They say Do this, and then, Work on that, as though business will heal me, make me forget. I say, Look at me, I say, Help me, I say, *Ask me what's wrong. I'm a broken melody in a beautiful song. How can you not see I'm a half, not a whole? How can you not see, My heart's made of coal?* How can you not see, I don't want this, Anymore? How can you not see your daughter knocking at your door?

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC

Sea of Sorrow

She's still there. Why is she still there? After all that's happened... She's the same. I blew up. I think I took her damage for her. My mind's a mess My life's a mess I am a walking broken soul She hurt me, she hurt me badly And I'll never be perfectly whole again. I miss the way I used to be A flying kite nowhere near the sea My family and friends don't recognize me Because I'm a walking broken soul. They say Do this, and then, Work on that, as though business will heal me, make me forget. I say, Look at me, I say, Help me, I say, *Ask me what's wrong. I'm a broken melody in a beautiful song. How can you not see I'm a half, not a whole? How can you not see, My heart's made of coal?* How can you not see, I don't want this, Anymore? How can you not see your daughter knocking at your door?

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Do you remember when I befriended you? Do you remember when we were a team, unbreakable, unstoppable? Do you remember when I loved you enough to share my poetry? And then you tore my heart open stole my words with my breath and left me there. Now I'm shattered. I'm broken inside, and my shards still pierce me still **** me until I dream of death every night? I'm a ruin. I dream of death, destruction, suicide. My very mind is under pressure. Someday I might not wake up. But you won't be there.

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC

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Do you remember when I befriended you? Do you remember when we were a team, unbreakable, unstoppable? Do you remember when I loved you enough to share my poetry? And then you tore my heart open stole my words with my breath and left me there. Now I'm shattered. I'm broken inside, and my shards still pierce me still **** me until I dream of death every night? I'm a ruin. I dream of death, destruction, suicide. My very mind is under pressure. Someday I might not wake up. But you won't be there.

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*"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."* Sticks and Stones may break my bones and leave a bruise, that's tender. But words themselves and scars as well now, that's what I'll remember.

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC

stones and bones

*"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."* Sticks and Stones may break my bones and leave a bruise, that's tender. But words themselves and scars as well now, that's what I'll remember.

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A face slick with tears. A hand thin with fear. An eye red with anger. An attempt to scream out at the world, A string of symbols woven together made to conquer the empty page. A realization; the letters are small on the page, vulnerable. They may as well not be there. A sigh, a cry, a pen dropped, a door slammed.

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC

Insignificance

A face slick with tears. A hand thin with fear. An eye red with anger. An attempt to scream out at the world, A string of symbols woven together made to conquer the empty page. A realization; the letters are small on the page, vulnerable. They may as well not be there. A sigh, a cry, a pen dropped, a door slammed.

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just another standard person. same color same school same hair same grades same struggles. If I were to vanish, and no one noticed, would my pain still matter?

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

same old same old

just another standard person. same color same school same hair same grades same struggles. If I were to vanish, and no one noticed, would my pain still matter?

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I reworked myself so you would notice my words, not my face. Now you remark the change and stare all the more closely.

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Faces, Many Faces

I reworked myself so you would notice my words, not my face. Now you remark the change and stare all the more closely.

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