HannahC - Hello Poetry

you know for a fact that you are corporeal, that you and your arms and your legs are real. you have hopes and dreams and aspirations strong enough that not a soul could steal what is held so tightly in your tiny hands, mind whirring so quickly with unspoken plans. but slowly, surely, they break you to pieces, grind you to particles the size of sand and you try to gather yourself to become whole once more to follow the vision that resonated in your core, but their words are too tiresome, bothersome, ruthless, your muscles and mind too fatigued, too sore. so you let yourself drip like melted wax down a candle, your dreams now flimsy and useless as a cheap summer sandal. holes, too big, too wide, poked in what is to be, and all of it just becomes too much to handle. so you make yourself smaller from the outside and curl up your consciousness, deep, deep inside, because all of them have convinced you that you should vanish and by everyone else's rules, never your own, you always abide.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC

Vanish

you know for a fact that you are corporeal, that you and your arms and your legs are real. you have hopes and dreams and aspirations strong enough that not a soul could steal what is held so tightly in your tiny hands, mind whirring so quickly with unspoken plans. but slowly, surely, they break you to pieces, grind you to particles the size of sand and you try to gather yourself to become whole once more to follow the vision that resonated in your core, but their words are too tiresome, bothersome, ruthless, your muscles and mind too fatigued, too sore. so you let yourself drip like melted wax down a candle, your dreams now flimsy and useless as a cheap summer sandal. holes, too big, too wide, poked in what is to be, and all of it just becomes too much to handle. so you make yourself smaller from the outside and curl up your consciousness, deep, deep inside, because all of them have convinced you that you should vanish and by everyone else's rules, never your own, you always abide.

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life is rock bottom when you lie awake and think what you used to have when you try and take more to numb the pain but instead it becomes a flood

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC

Bottom

life is rock bottom when you lie awake and think what you used to have when you try and take more to numb the pain but instead it becomes a flood

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"it's not fair!" i scream "how could you take this from me..." how could you deal such uncertainty my future is undeniable pliable perfect all the work i'm doing is supposed to be worth it yet by 2100 there will be 10 billion and what will it mean to be a civilian? the world which i hold as my own, my dominion, is no longer the haven of my sheltered opinion.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC

Uncertainty

"it's not fair!" i scream "how could you take this from me..." how could you deal such uncertainty my future is undeniable pliable perfect all the work i'm doing is supposed to be worth it yet by 2100 there will be 10 billion and what will it mean to be a civilian? the world which i hold as my own, my dominion, is no longer the haven of my sheltered opinion.

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what if i could shed my skin reveal the person i hide within hold her up on her two wobbly feet the confident soul i wish i could be.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC

Shed