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TheAnonymouse
18/F/USA Poetry to me is a novel that focuses on a moment or feeling. I want my life written out on a plain with all its rugged edges that can never be smoothed out.
manic life is new I've been sad for years it's the longest its ever lasted I hope this never ends I'm dancing like a queen I'm always speeding on the streets boys follow me and kiss me sweet It may be raining and dark all around but **** that I'm having a blast in town they kick me out the club when they see I'm 18 but I talk my into staying late every week I love my life and I love my sugar daddy my boy became my ex but now I'm stunning life took a turn ever since I took that trip I can't wait to go back and recharge my whip i'm trippin' living living life like I want I don't know how they all held me down so ******* long i'm trippin' living living like I dreamed I'm on top of the world I can't be beat try me
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Manic
My manic is manic eyes are glossy and dry lungs filled with smoke anger inside I want to scream but no energy resides it's a bad brain day nothing to argue nothing to hide
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
Bad Brain Day
Another day of checking in another day of school I spoke to the kid that I spoke to once before same routine day after day ***** about waking up for 20 minutes get out of bed shower stare into the water stream blinding myself hoping ill wipe the water to see something new get dressed make coffee catch the bus 40 minutes of music school memorize 8 hours of music or silence catch bus 40 minutes home smoke laugh hopefully I didn't today the thing I call life is just a broken record I'm 18 and life ******* ***** Please be more Please DONT ******* LEAVE ME HERE on this loop of losing my ******* mind
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
May 1st
I have been a girl since the day I was born I am a jewish girl at that I am also Puerto Rican Why can't I strong Why can't I openly express my beliefs Why can't I dance without it being ****** Why can't I yell when you are being unfair Today on the bus these boys were talking talking about girls they disrespect or want to sleep with or don't even want to touch They way they said the things they said made me mad "If a girl has *** she's a ***** if she doesn't she's a ***** why can't I just be happy A wise woman told me women are not considered better than men because we are too busy putting eachother down She's right I see it all around I want to be friends I want to hear your opinions and beliefs I don't want to judge you I don't want to disrespect you or mess with your head Why can't you try just try to do the same. Please be nice. Please think. Please consider not being you for just one minute. Please Please Try.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
DNA in a Cruel World
At 18 I have been hit on by my friend's father. Starred at by my local gas station owner and told how much I've changed. **** them. Deadlines never seem to end. Work pours in at every corner. My boyfriend wants attention, but so does all my teachers. I spend time with him to pull an all-nighter at home. Why does my happiness come at a cost for my work? Why does my work slow down me developing as a person? I have no money. I hate high school. At least I haven't peaked yet. Hopefully... It will get better.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Senior Year
I am young. I am confused. At the same time, I couldn't be more sure. I have a dream. I have goals. I have love. I have happiness. I have anger and angst and anxiety. I want to be alone, but sometimes the silence scares me more than anything. I fear what lurks in the dark while I am isolated. I run into the dark in celebration with freedom holding my hand. The part of life that actually matters for the duration is starting soon. I can see it peaking over the horizon. I am no fighter but, come at me!
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Seventeen
There are four kinds of friends you could find in this world. Bridges, tunnels, wells, or grounds. A bridge is a friend that helps you get over something. A traumatic event, an insecurity, perhaps even temporary loneliness or boredom. A tunnel is a friend that helps you hide. You hide from your issues, your feelings, your failures. A well is a friend (if you can even call them that) that ***** you down into their world. Down to a dark place that's hard to escape. A ground is hard to come by. The ground is a friend that is always there for you. Keeps you level-headed when the world seems to spin too fast. Don't mix them up even though it may be tricky. Some people shouldn't stay forever, but those that deserve you, appreciate them.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
Friend Philosophies
This man I once met stays by my side through the wrecks. He lifts me like I'm weightless. Kisses me with conviction. It's been a few years and I want to clear be, perfection isn't near. I'm a ***** and he's child. Together we make minor issues colossal. I've wanted to explore since the beginning. He won't grow up by the time I'm leaving. He will always be in my heart. Will he stay by my side despite the ride?
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
My man
I call myself a feminist. I call myself proud. I see "big and beautiful" or *** marked along the walls. I see "plus size" as a label for a woman with hips. I watch loving compliments, but.. I also watch heartless hateful commentaries. We label everything between fruit, office supplies, or people. That's how humans understand, to categorize. How can we call ourselves people if we label to give pain and not for simple understanding. People are not plus sized. We are all sizes. We are all skinny for we are all covered in skin. Thin and thick are not meant to be judgements. We are all beautiful. We should all spread love. Label to learn. Leave hate for hell.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Plus Size?
What is reality when my life is a sham? I do nothing all day but sleep and daze off trying to find hope. A hope that will drive me to get done what needs my attention. These assignments stack up like a landfill of dreams and I make them wait until the last minute with procrastinating tendencies. I constantly ask myself what is real because consciousness is allegorically a state of mind. I'm in a state where I try to feel, but instead, I am held in this lame *** stand still. I stand before myself with an unloaded pistol waiting for something... anything. My life is nonexistent and I am barely present. When will I awake from this pathetic dream I call reality?
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
Reality