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Loree
Trying to weave together just the right biography for you to understand who the author is behind these words, but then again I think the poems say just enough
Im clinging on I have been for God knows how long And i dont know why I just am Hopeful Tired maybe But still trying Im clinging on My hands are shaking My soul is weary But i won't let go Im holding on And i wont let go Im clinging on
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Hopeful
It was a sunny afternoon. The sun was as bright as Stevenson's hair. Despite the piercing heat, there was a tender wind, brushing and kissing the skin of the kids, saving them from feeling overpowered by the sun. The soft wind was helping the waves dance to its rhythm, and with every move the sea seemed to be telling another story. The golden grains of sand shining under the rays intertwined with the kids' skin and now they were a part of the musical. Seeing as the day was so beautiful, violet could not contain herself. Her hands and feet pranced around, and she played with schools of fish passing by every now and then. She was absolutely, entirely engulfed in something so absolute, and that made her just as so. Stevenson was sitting on the golden layer of magic next to his grandma Rose, and they were both watching this crazy girl portraying such innocence and beauty. The wind was crippling and the sounds of the soft waves crashing were heavenly. Even the silence could not silence the underlying beauty of the world. Suddenly grandma rose with such a sweet voice said "Why do you love her Stevenson? Why do you think you'll marry her?" And Steve just smiled. He put his hand on his heart and said, "the way i love her is no ordinary love. People love each other but the way i love her can not fit into labels. With my so limited time all i want and all i need is her. I would die for her. I would live for her. It is not a case of life and death, but it is a case of love. You know someone means something to you when they're on you're mind. Well she isn't just on my mind. I think about her every minute every day. I think of her in times of happiness or sadness. I even think of her when im incapable of forming real thoughts. You know someone means something to you when with your very last dying breathe you manage to call out their name. You manage to cling to the overpowering sensation of not love, but need. I need her. I love her. So just when you ask why i think I'll marry her. She gave me a part of me i so desperately needed to find, she saved me from my sorrow, she gave a new meaning to my life. She is my life. Plus, just look at her, who in the right mind won't fall for a person so angelic."
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Violet
It was a sunny afternoon. The sun was as bright as Stevenson's hair. Despite the piercing heat, there was a tender wind, brushing and kissing the skin of the kids, saving them from feeling overpowered by the sun. The soft wind was helping the waves dance to its rhythm, and with every move the sea seemed to be telling another story. The golden grains of sand shining under the rays intertwined with the kids' skin and now they were a part of the musical. Seeing as the day was so beautiful, violet could not contain herself. Her hands and feet pranced around, and she played with schools of fish passing by every now and then. She was absolutely, entirely engulfed in something so absolute, and that made her just as so. Stevenson was sitting on the golden layer of magic next to his grandma Rose, and they were both watching this crazy girl portraying such innocence and beauty. The wind was crippling and the sounds of the soft waves crashing were heavenly. Even the silence could not silence the underlying beauty of the world. Suddenly grandma rose with such a sweet voice said "Why do you love her Stevenson? Why do you think you'll marry her?" And Steve just smiled. He put his hand on his heart and said, "the way i love her is no ordinary love. People love each other but the way i love her can not fit into labels. With my so limited time all i want and all i need is her. I would die for her. I would live for her. It is not a case of life and death, but it is a case of love. You know someone means something to you when they're on you're mind. Well she isn't just on my mind. I think about her every minute every day. I think of her in times of happiness or sadness. I even think of her when im incapable of forming real thoughts. You know someone means something to you when with your very last dying breathe you manage to call out their name. You manage to cling to the overpowering sensation of not love, but need. I need her. I love her. So just when you ask why i think I'll marry her. She gave me a part of me i so desperately needed to find, she saved me from my sorrow, she gave a new meaning to my life. She is my life. Plus, just look at her, who in the right mind won't fall for a person so angelic."
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Take my hand shall we dance He said as he reached out for me His hands so cold against my skin But still i could not really see What was hidden behind This mask of content And that untroubled smile so i didnt really think twice And danced for a good enough while With every step i pranced around I fell into his trap And now i am stuck in an endless loop Full of an endless amount of crap Now every day at 3:45 i attend my dance session And honestly it hurts to say, to admit That I'm in a relationship with depression
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
In a relationship with depression
I dont think people quite understand the concept of depression. Sadness, they say. If it were to be sadness, one would say i am sad instead of i am depressed. And honestly the way i would like to describe depression is a friend. That one toxic friend holding your hand chaining you down never leaving you alone making you feel incompatible with yourself making you lose all sense of happiness and freedom from within yourself Making you desperate for an ounce of love from anyone just so your heart can feel alive again Making life as a whole seem so empty Making life as a whole seem so worthless Making you as a whole so sorrowful And turning everything you knew to be, upside down.
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Depression
I once told my lover "leave me" "why?" She asked - well im a poet - and so? - i will hurt you - how? - i will - and how are you so certain that you will? - a poet can not keep inside of his hands something that is for themselves - meaning ? - i will hurt you , use you - but how? - i will use your cries as lyrics for my next poem - and so you'll turn me to art - but you already are art - what if i dont leave? - then you'll face my blood thirsty demons - but what if i can tame them? - you can't - i can - but i am certain you won't - and why are you so certian? - because i can't even tame them - what if thats why im here... to hold you when you're hurt, or when you're unstable. - love is not a job - but love requires work - are you up for it though? - ive been up for it since the very begining - how could you be so sure? - well love can be quite a sensation, but i know it when i feel it - but how do you love a mess of a poet i am? feeding on you, on your "love" - how do i love someone who is just the epiphany of everything i feel inside? Well that is very easy. - but i won't be good for you - dont be, I'll be good for you
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Im a poet
Just like that I fell I fell into your arms Wrapped around my skeletal body Wrapped around my soul You held my heart so tight As tears fell right on top And burnt my skin My blood raging in fury And demons circulating in my veins It happened so suddenly I shut my eyes and when i opened them uʍop ǝpısdn sɐʍ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
uʍop ǝpısdn
life /lʌɪf/ noun A rotten hole of indescribable pain
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
A rotten hole
Love A strange concept for someone who's never felt it within herself And even a stranger one to apply How can i love when my heart has never seen a bright day How can i love when with every breathe i take i achingly search for love itself How can i love when i dont know how to So forgive me my lover Forgive me my brother Forgive me my friend For my heart has no room for another For My heart is too full of pain For I do not know how to love
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Forgive me
I cried myself to sleep as the thoughts of my fingertips on your skin lingered in my mind and how every time I'd think of our love I'd think of a taboo
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Our love was a taboo
I take deep breathes None that will stop my endless tears And none that will heal my broken heart I try to speak, call out for help But my voice cracks as every word leaving my body comes out broken and it is painful for me to know that as I try to reach out I get chained to the ground And it is painful for me to know that no one will even try to glue together all my broken pieces And what is painful to know is that in the universe of happiness and hope i am sitting on the ground of my bathroom at 1 a.m. crying myself to sleep So again i try to take deep breathes I try to hold on to that only speck of happiness i can find in this entity of sadness and brokeness But yet again i fail I fail to save myself from myself I fail to smile And dare i say i fail to live
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
I take deep breathes