alex-hedly - Hello Poetry

You told me to stay, but I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. I wish I could have called you last night when I was crying, but I couldn't seem to find your number. Baby, you were the best cup of coffee I've ever had, but I was your 8th shot of whiskey. But that's the kind of thing you're into and I know I'm not. And you say I'm too smart for you, but you don't realize how intelligently you put it. And I may be a well-running Volkswagon, but you're a shiny, new Mustang. And I may be good, but you're better. So what I'm trying to say is: we may not be good together, but I think I might love you. But like I said: I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. So I'm taking your jacket and leaving

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC

But

You told me to stay, but I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. I wish I could have called you last night when I was crying, but I couldn't seem to find your number. Baby, you were the best cup of coffee I've ever had, but I was your 8th shot of whiskey. But that's the kind of thing you're into and I know I'm not. And you say I'm too smart for you, but you don't realize how intelligently you put it. And I may be a well-running Volkswagon, but you're a shiny, new Mustang. And I may be good, but you're better. So what I'm trying to say is: we may not be good together, but I think I might love you. But like I said: I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. So I'm taking your jacket and leaving

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what's up? I love you no you don't yes I do I love you more than the stars in the sky. I love you more than the drops in the ocean. I love you more than the words in my favorite book. I love you more than the flowers in a meadow. I love you more than the hairs on my head. I love you more than the times I've kissed you. I love you more than the times I WANTED to kiss you. I love you more than anything. I have an endless love for you Message Canceled you're right, I don't

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May 25, 2014

May 25, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC

text message

what's up? I love you no you don't yes I do I love you more than the stars in the sky. I love you more than the drops in the ocean. I love you more than the words in my favorite book. I love you more than the flowers in a meadow. I love you more than the hairs on my head. I love you more than the times I've kissed you. I love you more than the times I WANTED to kiss you. I love you more than anything. I have an endless love for you Message Canceled you're right, I don't

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My friend today passed by the place where her best friend crashed "Hi" she said as she passed by She laughed but I could hear the tears in her voice She missed him more than anything So you can understand my anxiety when you told me tonight that you crashed your car "I'm fine" you said when you called me You laughed but I could hear the anger in your voice I would have missed you more than anything

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC

Car Crash

My friend today passed by the place where her best friend crashed "Hi" she said as she passed by She laughed but I could hear the tears in her voice She missed him more than anything So you can understand my anxiety when you told me tonight that you crashed your car "I'm fine" you said when you called me You laughed but I could hear the anger in your voice I would have missed you more than anything

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Marguerite blanche, petite croissant, fleurant, vivant J'adore les marguerites balançant dans la brise fleur

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC

So we had to write a poem in french class, so here's mine

Marguerite blanche, petite croissant, fleurant, vivant J'adore les marguerites balançant dans la brise fleur

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Jaide tall, smart laughing, singing, writing Jaide steals my drinks ; ) Jaide

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC

Jaide

Jaide tall, smart laughing, singing, writing Jaide steals my drinks ; ) Jaide

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I am extraordinarily unextraordinary but the way he looked at me made me feel the complete opposite

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC

opposite

I am extraordinarily unextraordinary but the way he looked at me made me feel the complete opposite

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you used to tell me that death was nothing to fear but that's not true and it's not actual death that I'm afraid of though it's what happens afterwards where will I go? what will happen to my spirit? will there be a heaven waiting for me? or am I destine to sit in eternal darkness? I like to imagine that we all become stars shining down on the earth and guiding our loved ones through the forest looking down on everyone and smiling because you know they admire you I also think a lot about what will happen to me physically I mean, I know that I will decompose but what will happen after that? I like to believe that flowers will sprout from my remains covering the ground in beauty and joy people will look at my garden and know I was loved some might not be as lucky though weeds might grow from them they're poison will cover the ground and create landfills they're toxins will spread into the hearts of everyone that sees their grave it doesn't matter what happens once your dead though what matters is what happens when your alive and maybe that's what I'm most terrified of that what I do while I'm living won't get me stars or flowers maybe I'll leave scars and be destine to have a poisoned grave the few who come to my funeral will spit to the ground hoping that my soul will still be there to feel it hoping that I live in eternal darkness so the next time you tell me that death in nothing to fear I will simply laugh and reply with 4 words "you're right, life is"

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC

I think about death a lot

you used to tell me that death was nothing to fear but that's not true and it's not actual death that I'm afraid of though it's what happens afterwards where will I go? what will happen to my spirit? will there be a heaven waiting for me? or am I destine to sit in eternal darkness? I like to imagine that we all become stars shining down on the earth and guiding our loved ones through the forest looking down on everyone and smiling because you know they admire you I also think a lot about what will happen to me physically I mean, I know that I will decompose but what will happen after that? I like to believe that flowers will sprout from my remains covering the ground in beauty and joy people will look at my garden and know I was loved some might not be as lucky though weeds might grow from them they're poison will cover the ground and create landfills they're toxins will spread into the hearts of everyone that sees their grave it doesn't matter what happens once your dead though what matters is what happens when your alive and maybe that's what I'm most terrified of that what I do while I'm living won't get me stars or flowers maybe I'll leave scars and be destine to have a poisoned grave the few who come to my funeral will spit to the ground hoping that my soul will still be there to feel it hoping that I live in eternal darkness so the next time you tell me that death in nothing to fear I will simply laugh and reply with 4 words "you're right, life is"

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My family asks why I leave mugs around my room Well it's because they remind me of you Filling me up And then draining everything from me So I can't bear to move them

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC

Mugs

My family asks why I leave mugs around my room Well it's because they remind me of you Filling me up And then draining everything from me So I can't bear to move them

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The first time I saw you, you were eating candy Which is ironic because you couldn't have been less sweet The more I think about it, The more I realize that you must have been eating sour patch kids First they're sour Then they're sweet Then you so full of regret because you knew it wasn't good for you The first time I talked to you, you told me I was beautiful Which was pointless because clearly I wasn't as beautiful as her I noticed you had an every-changing taste in candy You must have also had an ever-changing taste in girls You must have been full of jaw-breakers when I kissed you Because you made mouth ache Or maybe it was from the endless yelling Nights I flossed with cotton candy Wishing it would cause my teeth to rot and fall out So I never had to speak to you again But the truth is you were my candy Rotting me from the inside out And yet I thought you were so sweet How could something so delicious be so bad for you? You're still my guilty pleasure I still sneak down at midnight to have a taste of you You still melt in my mouth Spreading addicting poison through my body Giving me a sugar high Making me think everything is sweet Then letting me crash You let me crash Just like a candy man, you make me sick if I have too much

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC

Candy Man

The first time I saw you, you were eating candy Which is ironic because you couldn't have been less sweet The more I think about it, The more I realize that you must have been eating sour patch kids First they're sour Then they're sweet Then you so full of regret because you knew it wasn't good for you The first time I talked to you, you told me I was beautiful Which was pointless because clearly I wasn't as beautiful as her I noticed you had an every-changing taste in candy You must have also had an ever-changing taste in girls You must have been full of jaw-breakers when I kissed you Because you made mouth ache Or maybe it was from the endless yelling Nights I flossed with cotton candy Wishing it would cause my teeth to rot and fall out So I never had to speak to you again But the truth is you were my candy Rotting me from the inside out And yet I thought you were so sweet How could something so delicious be so bad for you? You're still my guilty pleasure I still sneak down at midnight to have a taste of you You still melt in my mouth Spreading addicting poison through my body Giving me a sugar high Making me think everything is sweet Then letting me crash You let me crash Just like a candy man, you make me sick if I have too much

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'Feminism' A word poisoned with stereotypes A noun sprinkled with hate A collection of letters looked at as a curse We are taught at a very young age how society works Where men and women stand Men are meant to climb the social ladder to the highest point While women 'stay in the kitchen' A sentence thrown around like an old baseball A constellation of words that has been whipped at women since the beginning of time Have you ever been hit by a ball? It stings Guess what So do those words Susan B. Anthony fought long and hard to get women equal rights Susan B. Anthony did not fight long and hard for women to be accused for wearing a skirt that is too short Elizabeth Blackwell became a doctor to prove that women can do any job a man can do Elizabeth Blackwell did not become a doctor to get paid less than a man for doing the same job Judy Chicago wrote a book on feminism to create a movement Judy Chicago did not write a book on feminism to have feminists looked at like criminals We do not belong in the kitchen We belong exactly where men belong Right next to them Wherever they may be We are not creatures We are not servants We are not your cat so please stop calling at us like we are one on the street We are women We are strong We are brave We feel We hurt Have you noticed that men are all those things too? We are equals

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC

Feminism

'Feminism' A word poisoned with stereotypes A noun sprinkled with hate A collection of letters looked at as a curse We are taught at a very young age how society works Where men and women stand Men are meant to climb the social ladder to the highest point While women 'stay in the kitchen' A sentence thrown around like an old baseball A constellation of words that has been whipped at women since the beginning of time Have you ever been hit by a ball? It stings Guess what So do those words Susan B. Anthony fought long and hard to get women equal rights Susan B. Anthony did not fight long and hard for women to be accused for wearing a skirt that is too short Elizabeth Blackwell became a doctor to prove that women can do any job a man can do Elizabeth Blackwell did not become a doctor to get paid less than a man for doing the same job Judy Chicago wrote a book on feminism to create a movement Judy Chicago did not write a book on feminism to have feminists looked at like criminals We do not belong in the kitchen We belong exactly where men belong Right next to them Wherever they may be We are not creatures We are not servants We are not your cat so please stop calling at us like we are one on the street We are women We are strong We are brave We feel We hurt Have you noticed that men are all those things too? We are equals

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