alexis-willis - Hello Poetry

The only place that allows me to be me. The only place that i am finally free. To escape everyone even if they walk in. Th doctors in coats injecting their drugs. Sadly enough i couldnt ask for a hug. All i wanted was to be loved but insted only got a cry for help. Being alone... and tied in my thoughts. I really don't know how to end this poem. All i know is... i'm in a padded room tie in a straightjacket ready to crack.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC

Only Place

The only place that allows me to be me. The only place that i am finally free. To escape everyone even if they walk in. Th doctors in coats injecting their drugs. Sadly enough i couldnt ask for a hug. All i wanted was to be loved but insted only got a cry for help. Being alone... and tied in my thoughts. I really don't know how to end this poem. All i know is... i'm in a padded room tie in a straightjacket ready to crack.

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Hide me Hide me in the shades under the trees and behind the bushes. Away from everyone who is trying to find me who is willing to do harm by there hurtful hands. Hide me Hide me in my house in my basement under my blanket. I don't want to hear there taunting noises nor do i want to see their prying eyes. Leave me alone to be alone to carry on what i have left. I don't know what i did wrong i don't know why you doing this from now to my final end I will put you on my suicide list.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC

Hide Me

Hide me Hide me in the shades under the trees and behind the bushes. Away from everyone who is trying to find me who is willing to do harm by there hurtful hands. Hide me Hide me in my house in my basement under my blanket. I don't want to hear there taunting noises nor do i want to see their prying eyes. Leave me alone to be alone to carry on what i have left. I don't know what i did wrong i don't know why you doing this from now to my final end I will put you on my suicide list.

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Every noise he makes every screetching noise he plays. Louder and louder i cover my ears. I close my eyes tight and think happy thoughts. Its too loud i said. All i want is for it to stop. I cry every note he plays. I want to bang my head against the hard ground. I want to see the blood flow out as he plays his song. It hurts to think i cant even finish this poem. It becomes more and more loud even his song cries out for help. We been through so much even beaten by a clutch. Although he plays till night i am still in fright.

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Jan 9, 2013

Jan 9, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC

Saxophone Nightmares

Every noise he makes every screetching noise he plays. Louder and louder i cover my ears. I close my eyes tight and think happy thoughts. Its too loud i said. All i want is for it to stop. I cry every note he plays. I want to bang my head against the hard ground. I want to see the blood flow out as he plays his song. It hurts to think i cant even finish this poem. It becomes more and more loud even his song cries out for help. We been through so much even beaten by a clutch. Although he plays till night i am still in fright.

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I been seeing things but they are not connected to strings. Every corner i turn it seems to burn. All the faces i see i feel like an escapee. There thoughts i can hear them loudly. Its hard to run away even when i pray. Their eyes they show a shadow if their past. Haunted memories flooded the place. I cover my ears so i cannot hear their painful moaning. I'm shaking in fear as their words pierce me. These are the things i can not be free from. I know i am not in much of help but hearing your cries makes me cry.

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Jan 1, 2013

Jan 1, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

Seeing Things

I been seeing things but they are not connected to strings. Every corner i turn it seems to burn. All the faces i see i feel like an escapee. There thoughts i can hear them loudly. Its hard to run away even when i pray. Their eyes they show a shadow if their past. Haunted memories flooded the place. I cover my ears so i cannot hear their painful moaning. I'm shaking in fear as their words pierce me. These are the things i can not be free from. I know i am not in much of help but hearing your cries makes me cry.

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Sticks and stones May break mine bones But words can never hurt me. Sticks and stones Are thrown at me Bruising my head and ribs. Insults are harsher Laughter is louder They said words can never hurt me They are right… I’m not hurt at all I’m torment.

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Dec 28, 2012

Dec 28, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones May break mine bones But words can never hurt me. Sticks and stones Are thrown at me Bruising my head and ribs. Insults are harsher Laughter is louder They said words can never hurt me They are right… I’m not hurt at all I’m torment.

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I am a walking disease. If I’m willing I will drink a cup of bleach. If I wasn’t allow to teach then throw me a rope. As I teach myself to hang from a beam. Was it a dream? to be a walking anorexia. A human who can’t feed herself properly to perfection. Was not eating an infection that consumes my everything. I am a walking disease who can’t be trusted by a knife? Is this a way of life? That I have scars that should be put behind bars. Or could I jump in front of a car. Yes I do have a problem that sometimes can be taunted Like I am and will be I am a walking disease.

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Dec 28, 2012

Dec 28, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC

I Am A Walking Disease

I am a walking disease. If I’m willing I will drink a cup of bleach. If I wasn’t allow to teach then throw me a rope. As I teach myself to hang from a beam. Was it a dream? to be a walking anorexia. A human who can’t feed herself properly to perfection. Was not eating an infection that consumes my everything. I am a walking disease who can’t be trusted by a knife? Is this a way of life? That I have scars that should be put behind bars. Or could I jump in front of a car. Yes I do have a problem that sometimes can be taunted Like I am and will be I am a walking disease.

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Painful Tears Hurtful Thoughts Dying Nights Killer Victims Walking Freaks across the street. Loud Preachers screaming in my ears. Supporting Friends who dont understand. It seems like i'm being punish Praying to God whom i ask for forgiveness. What words… will stab me till i have internal bleeding. When will the darkness surround my every being. Will i have my eyes open to see another day Or my eyes close to see the internal night forever…

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Dec 28, 2012

Dec 28, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC

Can You See What I See?

Painful Tears Hurtful Thoughts Dying Nights Killer Victims Walking Freaks across the street. Loud Preachers screaming in my ears. Supporting Friends who dont understand. It seems like i'm being punish Praying to God whom i ask for forgiveness. What words… will stab me till i have internal bleeding. When will the darkness surround my every being. Will i have my eyes open to see another day Or my eyes close to see the internal night forever…

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What deed did i breath? For what i am to beileve. I did nothing wrong but it seems i cant stay strong. Its been to long but life is to short. Can i abort from what my fate has erupted. But will it be rude to interrupt what is play to be disrupt. I am walking on thin glass but i will show no class. I feel like an escapee that needed to be free. From Jail to bail. I drag my nails against the rusty rail. I feel the blood becoming more like a flood. As i am empty out all my doubt.

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC

Drain

What deed did i breath? For what i am to beileve. I did nothing wrong but it seems i cant stay strong. Its been to long but life is to short. Can i abort from what my fate has erupted. But will it be rude to interrupt what is play to be disrupt. I am walking on thin glass but i will show no class. I feel like an escapee that needed to be free. From Jail to bail. I drag my nails against the rusty rail. I feel the blood becoming more like a flood. As i am empty out all my doubt.

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Do you hear the rain cracking against my window? The stormy clouds that cover my mind. The antidepressants all over the counter. I lost what i used to know the feeling of enjoyment that use to brighten my day. My friends i knew and love that walk out in my life. The lover i trust who pack his bags and left. I trap in my own room the walls are closing in. Feeling like… i'm trap in a box. No one is here to smooth my troubles. No one is here to hear my cries. No one is here… to tell me… i will stay here and watch you till you crawl toward me. Tears flowing from your eyes as i have open arms to cradle you in and say the right words to you. I sit here staring at the window wondering… where did everything go.

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Dec 22, 2012

Dec 22, 2012 at 3:20 AM UTC

What Happen?

Do you hear the rain cracking against my window? The stormy clouds that cover my mind. The antidepressants all over the counter. I lost what i used to know the feeling of enjoyment that use to brighten my day. My friends i knew and love that walk out in my life. The lover i trust who pack his bags and left. I trap in my own room the walls are closing in. Feeling like… i'm trap in a box. No one is here to smooth my troubles. No one is here to hear my cries. No one is here… to tell me… i will stay here and watch you till you crawl toward me. Tears flowing from your eyes as i have open arms to cradle you in and say the right words to you. I sit here staring at the window wondering… where did everything go.

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The marks on my arms the needle in my hand. The ugly stabs that was on the tip. I must hide away I must fade somewhere. The rules i must exceed to be perfect. In the eyes of others i’m coated with make up the long sleeves i wear i hide no cuts. The poison i inject in my body it is not drugs that wears out my body that flows in my veins as it crease into my body. I didn’t pass out from the needles it was what i had become it was the need to be perfect It was the need from the needles. I must say… i crave needles and perfection.

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Dec 22, 2012

Dec 22, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC

Needles and Perfection

The marks on my arms the needle in my hand. The ugly stabs that was on the tip. I must hide away I must fade somewhere. The rules i must exceed to be perfect. In the eyes of others i’m coated with make up the long sleeves i wear i hide no cuts. The poison i inject in my body it is not drugs that wears out my body that flows in my veins as it crease into my body. I didn’t pass out from the needles it was what i had become it was the need to be perfect It was the need from the needles. I must say… i crave needles and perfection.

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