ashley-montana-caudill - Hello Poetry

Amy. Four years old. Walks in. Gabs a snack, and sits in my lap. I saw the first tear. I knew that look. I had seen it in the mirror. She isn't perfect. But neither are you. Why point out something that is obvious in everyone? At four years old. She already is doubting herself.

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

Something that Depresses Me

Amy. Four years old. Walks in. Gabs a snack, and sits in my lap. I saw the first tear. I knew that look. I had seen it in the mirror. She isn't perfect. But neither are you. Why point out something that is obvious in everyone? At four years old. She already is doubting herself.

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A young girl was reading a book today, about a girl and her dog, and the hardships they went through together. The young girl then looked up at me and asked, "What does beauty symbolize?" I sat there and begin to wonder what it actually symbolizes. I asked her this question: "If you are reading a book about hardships, why are you thinking of beauty?" She replied, "Because their relationship is still beautiful."

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC

The Joy Of Tutoring

A young girl was reading a book today, about a girl and her dog, and the hardships they went through together. The young girl then looked up at me and asked, "What does beauty symbolize?" I sat there and begin to wonder what it actually symbolizes. I asked her this question: "If you are reading a book about hardships, why are you thinking of beauty?" She replied, "Because their relationship is still beautiful."

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Older. Sweeter. Mature. Mine.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC

Mine.

Older. Sweeter. Mature. Mine.

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It's crazy, I tell you. One moment you are a faint memory, just a piece of my past. I can't recall the little things you did for me. I can't feel the butterflies you once gave me. Then, at two AM, you grab me by my shirt and and throw me across the room and everything comes back. The back stabs, the kisses, the lies, the million love letters, the times you said I was the problem, when really, I had done nothing wrong, the time you kissed me goodbye, while your great-grandmother lay dead by your side. All of it comes back. The good, the bad, the ugly. I try to focus on the good. But, I am having a hard time remembering what was actually genuine.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC

What Memories?

It's crazy, I tell you. One moment you are a faint memory, just a piece of my past. I can't recall the little things you did for me. I can't feel the butterflies you once gave me. Then, at two AM, you grab me by my shirt and and throw me across the room and everything comes back. The back stabs, the kisses, the lies, the million love letters, the times you said I was the problem, when really, I had done nothing wrong, the time you kissed me goodbye, while your great-grandmother lay dead by your side. All of it comes back. The good, the bad, the ugly. I try to focus on the good. But, I am having a hard time remembering what was actually genuine.

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I have been sick, and you were here. I was bleeding and you made it stop. I was so hungry, yet I couldn't eat. So, neither did you. I was high as a kite, but you didn't humiliate me like the others. My temperature was rising, so you got me an ice pack without me even asking if I needed one. I needed someone to love me, and you were here before I even knew I needed to love someone.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC

Sick Days

I have been sick, and you were here. I was bleeding and you made it stop. I was so hungry, yet I couldn't eat. So, neither did you. I was high as a kite, but you didn't humiliate me like the others. My temperature was rising, so you got me an ice pack without me even asking if I needed one. I needed someone to love me, and you were here before I even knew I needed to love someone.

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Nothing is better than a kiss by someone who loves you. Nothing is worse than when they pull away.

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC

Kiss

Nothing is better than a kiss by someone who loves you. Nothing is worse than when they pull away.

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A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot. They haven't been used in ages. Forgotten.

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC

Punching Bag

A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot. They haven't been used in ages. Forgotten.

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Here is to the roses that smelled like lies. Here is to the kiss that burned my lips. Here is to the time you held my hand while looking at her. Here is to the passive-aggressiveness in your love. Here is to the day you promised me everything, and the day it washed away. Here is to the day I said I would never stay.

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC

"Love" Lost

Here is to the roses that smelled like lies. Here is to the kiss that burned my lips. Here is to the time you held my hand while looking at her. Here is to the passive-aggressiveness in your love. Here is to the day you promised me everything, and the day it washed away. Here is to the day I said I would never stay.

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There’s a billion words I have meant to say. A billion things I have meant to do. Miles and miles I have wanted to run, they once were with you. My Life has changed in many ways, and has seemed to send us in different paths. But this road I am on now, It’s full of pain and wrath.

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC

Loss

There’s a billion words I have meant to say. A billion things I have meant to do. Miles and miles I have wanted to run, they once were with you. My Life has changed in many ways, and has seemed to send us in different paths. But this road I am on now, It’s full of pain and wrath.

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