Candlewood - Hello Poetry

You are my favorite poem, dear. But you are so unwritten.

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Jan 16, 2020

Jan 16, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC

You are my favorite poem, dear. But you are so unwritten.

My ankle is infected and I’m in walking class straight out of marching band. A whole show two whole hours four days straight. Marching Dancing Walking I wish my legs would just give out. Like my mind.

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC

Eating me.

My ankle is infected and I’m in walking class straight out of marching band. A whole show two whole hours four days straight. Marching Dancing Walking I wish my legs would just give out. Like my mind.

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He seems sad today. Maybe his cat died, or his girlfriend left, but there’s a sadness in him. But he still smiles big and teaches with his big, open arms.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC

9/18/19 10:32am

He seems sad today. Maybe his cat died, or his girlfriend left, but there’s a sadness in him. But he still smiles big and teaches with his big, open arms.

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My face goes a deep red, melting in like the slap of skin, leaving tension and darkened marks. Wow, more. His hands are perfect, tighter. like a noose, but you give me life.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC

Slayer.

My face goes a deep red, melting in like the slap of skin, leaving tension and darkened marks. Wow, more. His hands are perfect, tighter. like a noose, but you give me life.

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The prickly surface. Wow. My fingers always find my way to you. But your longer arms, Wow. Hold me while we watch Freedom Writers.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC

You hurts my chest, and you melt it.

The prickly surface. Wow. My fingers always find my way to you. But your longer arms, Wow. Hold me while we watch Freedom Writers.

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He’s a big man, but he’s gotten smaller. His smile and perks are radiant this 3-minutes-past morning. He shines through even though the thunder is slamming down on the roof of the labyrinth that is the School. He’s really cute, in that stylish, yet masculine man way. I’m really glad he’s here. He makes it better.

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Aug 20, 2019

Aug 20, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC

Teddy Bear man.

He’s a big man, but he’s gotten smaller. His smile and perks are radiant this 3-minutes-past morning. He shines through even though the thunder is slamming down on the roof of the labyrinth that is the School. He’s really cute, in that stylish, yet masculine man way. I’m really glad he’s here. He makes it better.

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I can’t wait to meet me. I hope they’re happier. But I am happy also. I’m sure we'll get along just fine.

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC

Home with myself.

I can’t wait to meet me. I hope they’re happier. But I am happy also. I’m sure we'll get along just fine.

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Choir room. Cold marble floors and hard plastic chairs. Blue. Just like me. But he’s there, I can see him, I can feel his scorn harshly across the room. I can smell him, even after filling my nose with others. His smell. I love it but it’s hurting me. I’m gonna explode in here, I need to leave. I take a bathroom break but I come back and his smell is ten times stronger. I wanna cry. I also want him in my arms. But he doesn’t want me, and that’s fine, but that "second chance" always sits in the back in my pocket, Whether it’s the second or not. And that’s probably the worst part. I love him.

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC

A cold, floral condition, with a sharp pinch in the front of the nose. But it’s an acquired preference I guess.

Choir room. Cold marble floors and hard plastic chairs. Blue. Just like me. But he’s there, I can see him, I can feel his scorn harshly across the room. I can smell him, even after filling my nose with others. His smell. I love it but it’s hurting me. I’m gonna explode in here, I need to leave. I take a bathroom break but I come back and his smell is ten times stronger. I wanna cry. I also want him in my arms. But he doesn’t want me, and that’s fine, but that "second chance" always sits in the back in my pocket, Whether it’s the second or not. And that’s probably the worst part. I love him.

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I look to you a smile. Why is that? I don’t even know your last name. But I turn to you in the middle of our geometry lesson and that stubbly face and gap between your teeth, I always smile.

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC

The boy to the left?

I look to you a smile. Why is that? I don’t even know your last name. But I turn to you in the middle of our geometry lesson and that stubbly face and gap between your teeth, I always smile.

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I don’t like happy poetry. People loving and laughing and smiling. I like it when people twist through their ever existing thoughts and manage to tear out shreds of the universe. I like it when people cry so hard they wake up the next day feeling like they could climb a mountain. It’s not healthy. But poetry is life. And a happy and perfect life is boring. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re sad. But I hope it’s the best sad. Get sad, write some good poems. I’d love to read them.

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC

I don’t know what to title this but you can read it if you want.

I don’t like happy poetry. People loving and laughing and smiling. I like it when people twist through their ever existing thoughts and manage to tear out shreds of the universe. I like it when people cry so hard they wake up the next day feeling like they could climb a mountain. It’s not healthy. But poetry is life. And a happy and perfect life is boring. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re sad. But I hope it’s the best sad. Get sad, write some good poems. I’d love to read them.

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