BitterB - Hello Poetry

My friends all think I'm crazy because I stand in the middle of the street and talk to a God that doesn't exist while high-fiving the windshields of passing school buses. I stopped taking my medication again because guilt taste a lot better than artificial happiness, and I stopped wearing that cross you bought me for my eight birthday because it contradicted the sense of uselessness I received for my twelfth. Life seems a lot less precious when you're talking to your parents in the TV room of a psychiatric unit and look them in the eyes while they tell me not to cry and say that 'pain is only temporary'. All I do is write letters to a man on the moon about the time I realized how hard and easy it is to die. Send me to therapy and make me take pills. I'll smile, but I'll always remember how to tie a noose

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BitterB

Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC

Enigmuse

Things I'll Never Tell My Parents (No. 1)

My friends all think I'm crazy because I stand in the middle of the street and talk to a God that doesn't exist while high-fiving the windshields of passing school buses. I stopped taking my medication again because guilt taste a lot better than artificial happiness, and I stopped wearing that cross you bought me for my eight birthday because it contradicted the sense of uselessness I received for my twelfth. Life seems a lot less precious when you're talking to your parents in the TV room of a psychiatric unit and look them in the eyes while they tell me not to cry and say that 'pain is only temporary'. All I do is write letters to a man on the moon about the time I realized how hard and easy it is to die. Send me to therapy and make me take pills. I'll smile, but I'll always remember how to tie a noose

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Woman. You are a band of instruments playing autumn inspired symphonies Your tears are as pure and sweet as ice-cream And your lips have butterflies pulling at either corner so when you smile the entire world feels the flutters in the pits their stomach. You are the personification of love. You are the skeleton to the story of peace You piece together broken promises with your nurturing trachea, Cause your voice is the physiotherapy urging crippled emotions to walk on and possibly run into the arms of your affection. Woman you are a dormant spring that has come to life in a man’s desert heart That’s why they drown in your gaze, woman you deserve praise. You are a bouquet of beauty. The metaphor behind the word integrity, grace is your only disability and unconditional love is still a possibility as long as you exist. Cultural roots are embedded deep within your umbilical cord So you were cordially invited by mother nature to plant a seed, she poured you out into this earth You were birthed through the canal of a rose and you blossomed filling this earth with your sweet fragrance You are not just a diamond; you are the rough embracing and creating greatness You are a rock, strong and unbreakable Your passion is as tangible as your curves You’re the entrepreneur to encouraging words Your vision is as clear as your diction All the lost and unloved run to you because you woman, are the most effective prescription.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

BitterB

Woman

Woman. You are a band of instruments playing autumn inspired symphonies Your tears are as pure and sweet as ice-cream And your lips have butterflies pulling at either corner so when you smile the entire world feels the flutters in the pits their stomach. You are the personification of love. You are the skeleton to the story of peace You piece together broken promises with your nurturing trachea, Cause your voice is the physiotherapy urging crippled emotions to walk on and possibly run into the arms of your affection. Woman you are a dormant spring that has come to life in a man’s desert heart That’s why they drown in your gaze, woman you deserve praise. You are a bouquet of beauty. The metaphor behind the word integrity, grace is your only disability and unconditional love is still a possibility as long as you exist. Cultural roots are embedded deep within your umbilical cord So you were cordially invited by mother nature to plant a seed, she poured you out into this earth You were birthed through the canal of a rose and you blossomed filling this earth with your sweet fragrance You are not just a diamond; you are the rough embracing and creating greatness You are a rock, strong and unbreakable Your passion is as tangible as your curves You’re the entrepreneur to encouraging words Your vision is as clear as your diction All the lost and unloved run to you because you woman, are the most effective prescription.

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Do you know how much I want you? I yearn for a spiritual connection with you, bound with strings of trust You’re the sunshine to my day, my craving for coffee in the morning I think about you while breaking up blueberry muffins and sipping on freshly squeezed orange juice You’re the ginger to my tea, the extra sugar that I sneak in on the days I feel like I need the extra rush I long to crush you in my palms, remove the buds of uncertainty, roll you up in affection and inhale you like you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a **** chamber I want you. Thinking of you is as sacred as my cups of Milo on a rainy day The smell of rain drops colliding with the soil make me coil up into the corner of my mind that you’ve rightfully claimed as your own I crave you Crushers and ice cream do not compare Our conversations fulfill me, I’m satisfied by your every thought Your eyebrows are the interpreters of your deepest ponderings. Your smile Is the wrecking ball smashing down wall of security, you tumbled into my life knocking me over in the process. I landed face first.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC

BitterB

Letters To Ginger- The Wanting

Do you know how much I want you? I yearn for a spiritual connection with you, bound with strings of trust You’re the sunshine to my day, my craving for coffee in the morning I think about you while breaking up blueberry muffins and sipping on freshly squeezed orange juice You’re the ginger to my tea, the extra sugar that I sneak in on the days I feel like I need the extra rush I long to crush you in my palms, remove the buds of uncertainty, roll you up in affection and inhale you like you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a **** chamber I want you. Thinking of you is as sacred as my cups of Milo on a rainy day The smell of rain drops colliding with the soil make me coil up into the corner of my mind that you’ve rightfully claimed as your own I crave you Crushers and ice cream do not compare Our conversations fulfill me, I’m satisfied by your every thought Your eyebrows are the interpreters of your deepest ponderings. Your smile Is the wrecking ball smashing down wall of security, you tumbled into my life knocking me over in the process. I landed face first.

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