april-dolan - Hello Poetry

They throw around the word "anxiety" They say the upcoming test will give them anxiety That's only nerves A synonym They don't feel Burning hands Terror throughout Drifting eyes World falling apart If they felt The way I do Would they laugh and stare The way they do

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC

Anxiety

They throw around the word "anxiety" They say the upcoming test will give them anxiety That's only nerves A synonym They don't feel Burning hands Terror throughout Drifting eyes World falling apart If they felt The way I do Would they laugh and stare The way they do

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Eyes dart across the room Lips purse together Shoulders slump forward Hands shake uncontrollably Feet bounce up and down Stomach tightens Thoughts mix together her heart is beating her lungs are breathing So why does the world feel like its ending?

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC

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Eyes dart across the room Lips purse together Shoulders slump forward Hands shake uncontrollably Feet bounce up and down Stomach tightens Thoughts mix together her heart is beating her lungs are breathing So why does the world feel like its ending?

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I miss your smile I miss the way your eyes twinkled all the time I miss the way you could persuade me to do anything You don't miss my smile You don't miss watching the world around you You don't miss persuading me to go on adventures I miss the gasp my lungs made when you held my hand I miss having to catch up to your lengthy stride I miss the way you would get lost in your books You don't miss my hands meeting yours You don't miss running ahead of me You don't miss reading You've left all these things behind The day you decided you couldn't survive

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC

Gone

I miss your smile I miss the way your eyes twinkled all the time I miss the way you could persuade me to do anything You don't miss my smile You don't miss watching the world around you You don't miss persuading me to go on adventures I miss the gasp my lungs made when you held my hand I miss having to catch up to your lengthy stride I miss the way you would get lost in your books You don't miss my hands meeting yours You don't miss running ahead of me You don't miss reading You've left all these things behind The day you decided you couldn't survive

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He was like no other The small things that made me happy Didn't matter to him What really mattered was the poison that tainted his veins It ****** the life out of him And made him deranged

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC

Deranged

He was like no other The small things that made me happy Didn't matter to him What really mattered was the poison that tainted his veins It ****** the life out of him And made him deranged

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I'm the pair of shoes to your feet I'm an umbrella to the pouring rain I'm the fan to the sweltering heat I'm an answer key to your questions I'm the sunglasses to your nightmares But most importantly I'm the hero in your dreams

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC

I'm

I'm the pair of shoes to your feet I'm an umbrella to the pouring rain I'm the fan to the sweltering heat I'm an answer key to your questions I'm the sunglasses to your nightmares But most importantly I'm the hero in your dreams

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Childhood is the sun shining bright so bright that the rays' captures everything around you Childhood is friends distancing from one another so apart that hand to hand is now hand to air Childhood is being the shortest so short that people hover above you so tall like the NYC towers Childhood is an elevator going up and down so high all you can do is smile, and so low that you wonder how your smile ever turned into a frown Childhood is a sponge so absorbent that all the tears and laughter mixed into one But mostly childhood is a story so alluring with the beginning, exquisite with the middle, and outstanding by the end

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC

Childhood Is...

Childhood is the sun shining bright so bright that the rays' captures everything around you Childhood is friends distancing from one another so apart that hand to hand is now hand to air Childhood is being the shortest so short that people hover above you so tall like the NYC towers Childhood is an elevator going up and down so high all you can do is smile, and so low that you wonder how your smile ever turned into a frown Childhood is a sponge so absorbent that all the tears and laughter mixed into one But mostly childhood is a story so alluring with the beginning, exquisite with the middle, and outstanding by the end

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My words are raw conversation is bleak they watch me like a paper doll always expecting me to break they don't realize beady eyes thick air gentle hands suffocate me I need S P A C E (when they realize) It may be just to late

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC

Unimportant

My words are raw conversation is bleak they watch me like a paper doll always expecting me to break they don't realize beady eyes thick air gentle hands suffocate me I need S P A C E (when they realize) It may be just to late

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