WhisperedThoughtsEsc - Hello Poetry

You have the prettiest eyes. Your intelligence makes you even more beautiful. I love how you never get tired of my silliness. I love that you love my humor. When we are apart it makes me happy to think about how you'll always support me from afar. In hard times you offer valuable insight into the eyes of a mother. The moment you decided to have kids, you took the oath of a mother, and I will forever be grateful that it was your arms God placed me in.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC

I Love You, Mom

You have the prettiest eyes. Your intelligence makes you even more beautiful. I love how you never get tired of my silliness. I love that you love my humor. When we are apart it makes me happy to think about how you'll always support me from afar. In hard times you offer valuable insight into the eyes of a mother. The moment you decided to have kids, you took the oath of a mother, and I will forever be grateful that it was your arms God placed me in.

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I need to get buzzed Drunk High I need to erase Hide Disappear I need to break Crumble Fall

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC

#4

I need to get buzzed Drunk High I need to erase Hide Disappear I need to break Crumble Fall

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Uneasy Falling Tumbling Continuous Movement Bottomless Pain Crashing To Oblivion

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC

#3

Uneasy Falling Tumbling Continuous Movement Bottomless Pain Crashing To Oblivion

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In the beginning, everything was normal. He picked me up, wearing a suit and bow tie, We drove through town in his red car. His dark blue eyes reminding me of the night sky When the light shown into them making stars. I think I am in love. We keep driving. Down the interstate ramp, going at least ninety. Into the night we fly, town after town. Finally, he takes an exit into a small town. He took me to a motel, threw me on the bed. Cut my arms open, and did the same To what lay under my flower dress. He stuffed me like a doll, with pieces of himself. We stained the sheets with *** and blood. "I'll take care of you forever," he said. My head goes soft. I know what's coming. He flips me to my stomach, hand around my throat, I feel his body pressed against mine. I claw at his arm, trying to get him to let go. His grip tightens, my breath is nearly gone. All goes black. As I awake I notice a red light. And motion. He's taking me somewhere. The motion stops, the red lights turn off. The trunk opens, I look up into his face. I try to speak, to ask why, but no sound comes out. He lifts my body from the trunk, crazy in his eyes. He whispers, "We're the same, no control." My head lolls back, too exhausted to hold it up. He sets me in a bed of pine needles and mud. I watch him walk away, close my eyes. I hear the footsteps return, open my eyes. I am squinting into the barrel of a gun. Bang. I feel the life drain from my body. My soul is floating, my mind drifting into the black. I relax into the earth. He waits until my breathing slows to a stop. I have lain here for days, The sun quickening the rotting of my flesh. My ribcage holds dirt and weeds, My limbs are dead and dried. No one has come to listen to my story, But I know without a doubt, someone will come. They will hear me. They will help me. They will search for answers. I know someday justice will be served. I will be found. And so will he.

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC

Capable of ******

In the beginning, everything was normal. He picked me up, wearing a suit and bow tie, We drove through town in his red car. His dark blue eyes reminding me of the night sky When the light shown into them making stars. I think I am in love. We keep driving. Down the interstate ramp, going at least ninety. Into the night we fly, town after town. Finally, he takes an exit into a small town. He took me to a motel, threw me on the bed. Cut my arms open, and did the same To what lay under my flower dress. He stuffed me like a doll, with pieces of himself. We stained the sheets with *** and blood. "I'll take care of you forever," he said. My head goes soft. I know what's coming. He flips me to my stomach, hand around my throat, I feel his body pressed against mine. I claw at his arm, trying to get him to let go. His grip tightens, my breath is nearly gone. All goes black. As I awake I notice a red light. And motion. He's taking me somewhere. The motion stops, the red lights turn off. The trunk opens, I look up into his face. I try to speak, to ask why, but no sound comes out. He lifts my body from the trunk, crazy in his eyes. He whispers, "We're the same, no control." My head lolls back, too exhausted to hold it up. He sets me in a bed of pine needles and mud. I watch him walk away, close my eyes. I hear the footsteps return, open my eyes. I am squinting into the barrel of a gun. Bang. I feel the life drain from my body. My soul is floating, my mind drifting into the black. I relax into the earth. He waits until my breathing slows to a stop. I have lain here for days, The sun quickening the rotting of my flesh. My ribcage holds dirt and weeds, My limbs are dead and dried. No one has come to listen to my story, But I know without a doubt, someone will come. They will hear me. They will help me. They will search for answers. I know someday justice will be served. I will be found. And so will he.

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As sudden as an ocean wave, the valve in his heart gave up. Standing at the cemetery gates I finally understood. He is gone. He is missed. But he is not coming back. In the blink of an eye, he was under the truck. Standing at the cemetery gates I finally found peace. Peace with the truck driver and peace with myself. Most importantly peace with God. As the bullet hit the gun dropped from his head to the floor. Standing at the cemetery gates I was angry. Angry as his parents, angry at the school. Angry with myself. But mostly angry at him. Her car veered off the road, down the ledge and into the water but it wasn't an accident. Standing at the cemetery gates I was lost. I couldn't understand why this happened. I couldn't fathom why she did this to herself. Thanksgiving morning, metal on metal, laughter dies. Standing at the cemetery gates I was broken. My soul so tired, holding those around me. One life was gone and another hung in the balance. His father saw him drop the gun as his body fell, wanted to run and save his son. Standing at the cemetery gates I was numb. Numb with shock and fear and cold During that frigid and depressing December. You can't beat the train. He knew but didn't listen. Standing at the cemetery gates I was empty. So many pieces of my heart were taken during the year I wasn't sure there was anything left. Standing at the cemetery gates I look around at all the friends I have buried. I thought high school was supposed to be the simple time in life, but if that's the case, why did they all have to go?

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC

Cemetery Gates

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He is always there, always taunting, always waiting. Leading me round and round, killing me slowly. Everyday I am ready for him to find my secret, A sin so dark he has no choice but to take me.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC

Death

He is always there, always taunting, always waiting. Leading me round and round, killing me slowly. Everyday I am ready for him to find my secret, A sin so dark he has no choice but to take me.

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Death is a promise, not a threat. Everyone dies. And there is no way to escape it. Death will find you. Count your days, our time here is limited.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC

The Time We Have

Death is a promise, not a threat. Everyone dies. And there is no way to escape it. Death will find you. Count your days, our time here is limited.

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just need someone to talk to. Sometimes I can't do this on my own. Sometimes I can't bear this pain by myself. Sometimes I need to have a serious conversation with someone. Sometimes I realize that I need to let someone in. Sometimes I need someone to be there. Sometimes I want anyone, but usually I want only you. Sometimes I just wanna yell at you, other times I wanna kiss you. Sometimes I just want you.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC

Sometimes I

just need someone to talk to. Sometimes I can't do this on my own. Sometimes I can't bear this pain by myself. Sometimes I need to have a serious conversation with someone. Sometimes I realize that I need to let someone in. Sometimes I need someone to be there. Sometimes I want anyone, but usually I want only you. Sometimes I just wanna yell at you, other times I wanna kiss you. Sometimes I just want you.

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I was walking along the river bank, thinking of her, when a white bird caught my eye. I wanted to get closer to get a better view. I jumped onto a rock in the river to begin my crossing. As I jumped to the second rock, I slipped, falling into the rushing water. The current kept pushing me down the river, dragging me under. Water fills my lungs as I see the bird flying through the treetops. The bird and everything else fade away into unthinkable darkness as my lungs burst.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC

The Bird

I was walking along the river bank, thinking of her, when a white bird caught my eye. I wanted to get closer to get a better view. I jumped onto a rock in the river to begin my crossing. As I jumped to the second rock, I slipped, falling into the rushing water. The current kept pushing me down the river, dragging me under. Water fills my lungs as I see the bird flying through the treetops. The bird and everything else fade away into unthinkable darkness as my lungs burst.

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Loving him was beautiful. I was overwhelmed with emotion, Showing my heart to him, Piece by emotional piece. Every night, he was the last person I talked to. He made me so full of worth, so amazing, so perfect. Our love was so pure. Then something shifted. Another girl, more amazing and perfect, caught his eye. It was the most painful goodbye I had been through. I knew then that I would never again fall in love, Never give someone the power to crush me.

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC

Love is Pain

Loving him was beautiful. I was overwhelmed with emotion, Showing my heart to him, Piece by emotional piece. Every night, he was the last person I talked to. He made me so full of worth, so amazing, so perfect. Our love was so pure. Then something shifted. Another girl, more amazing and perfect, caught his eye. It was the most painful goodbye I had been through. I knew then that I would never again fall in love, Never give someone the power to crush me.

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