audrey-lucille - Hello Poetry

When I started talking to you in August. I had this feeling I was going to be with you. The feeling wasn't visible enough to grasp yet though. Then I began to care for you. We hung out, got along, and with such sweet lips we shared out first glorious kiss and I fell for you. So hard that even my scraped knees and broken toes couldn't keep me from your embrace.

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Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC

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When I started talking to you in August. I had this feeling I was going to be with you. The feeling wasn't visible enough to grasp yet though. Then I began to care for you. We hung out, got along, and with such sweet lips we shared out first glorious kiss and I fell for you. So hard that even my scraped knees and broken toes couldn't keep me from your embrace.

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And the reason I want to live in the wild is because the cruelty everyone spends a detailed amount of time trying to shove down other people's throats perfectly, and knowingly trying to make them feel like **** It is especially astonishing when they greet you with a kind smile and act as if they are your friend.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC

Into the wild

And the reason I want to live in the wild is because the cruelty everyone spends a detailed amount of time trying to shove down other people's throats perfectly, and knowingly trying to make them feel like **** It is especially astonishing when they greet you with a kind smile and act as if they are your friend.

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I wore his boxers to sleep, that he let me keep, and when I dreamt, it’s what made me weep, for when I woke up, it was all gone, reality paraded back into my head, and I raised my fist and hit my pillow, because wow 9 months it has been and I am pathetic for still missing you. A.p.

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Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC

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I wore his boxers to sleep, that he let me keep, and when I dreamt, it’s what made me weep, for when I woke up, it was all gone, reality paraded back into my head, and I raised my fist and hit my pillow, because wow 9 months it has been and I am pathetic for still missing you. A.p.

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I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him. I used him he used me for comfort, and comfort only. I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet.   And it’s okay because when I tell myself I didn’t love him I know we were in the same place. Our chests were both hurting from someone else hammering nails into our hearts. We needed each other then but we didn’t love each other ever. A.p.

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC

Not a poem (the truth)

I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him. I used him he used me for comfort, and comfort only. I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet.   And it’s okay because when I tell myself I didn’t love him I know we were in the same place. Our chests were both hurting from someone else hammering nails into our hearts. We needed each other then but we didn’t love each other ever. A.p.

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Let's take a ride through the streets made from tombstones. Ages ago. A little girl with a red coat stood out before anyone else. Everything was black and white, but her coat, it had color. She ran through the streets unaware of what the future held for her. That her only destination in life, was to be chosen for her, and that she would be forced to choke on the very aroma of hydrogen cyanide. Burn Burn You saw her then, you see her now. The only difference is that life is absent, and death is present, forever.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC

The girl in the red coat

Let's take a ride through the streets made from tombstones. Ages ago. A little girl with a red coat stood out before anyone else. Everything was black and white, but her coat, it had color. She ran through the streets unaware of what the future held for her. That her only destination in life, was to be chosen for her, and that she would be forced to choke on the very aroma of hydrogen cyanide. Burn Burn You saw her then, you see her now. The only difference is that life is absent, and death is present, forever.

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What I am most fearful of, is waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move. Being paralyzed. Only being able to move my eyes. I am terrified of the dark, or maybe not that, it could be the things that are found in the darkness. Imagine waking up in your 160 year old house, with ancient doorknobs that have apertures only a skeleton key could fit, finding out that the door is locked. How? You are inside your room and yet the door is locked, who locked you in, how did they lock you in? Your eyes might water but before you cry you will pound on the door. There is no response. But wait, you are now paralyzed again and still you can move nothing but your eyes. Your only hope is that the morning will come soon and the sun will shine through your windows. What seems like an hour, passes. You are able to twist your head to the side. The clock says 2:04 am. You wait and wait, but surely ten minutes pass and the clock still says 2:04 am and now your head is stuck looking at the clock and you are scared you are so scared, and the door, you can hear someone put a key in your door, the **** turns and the door swings open, something forces your body to jolt up, you look at the door and all that is there, is.....darkness. That is what I am terrified of.

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

Don't dream

What I am most fearful of, is waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move. Being paralyzed. Only being able to move my eyes. I am terrified of the dark, or maybe not that, it could be the things that are found in the darkness. Imagine waking up in your 160 year old house, with ancient doorknobs that have apertures only a skeleton key could fit, finding out that the door is locked. How? You are inside your room and yet the door is locked, who locked you in, how did they lock you in? Your eyes might water but before you cry you will pound on the door. There is no response. But wait, you are now paralyzed again and still you can move nothing but your eyes. Your only hope is that the morning will come soon and the sun will shine through your windows. What seems like an hour, passes. You are able to twist your head to the side. The clock says 2:04 am. You wait and wait, but surely ten minutes pass and the clock still says 2:04 am and now your head is stuck looking at the clock and you are scared you are so scared, and the door, you can hear someone put a key in your door, the **** turns and the door swings open, something forces your body to jolt up, you look at the door and all that is there, is.....darkness. That is what I am terrified of.

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I am In love With The One who Manipulates Me.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC

Opposite

I am In love With The One who Manipulates Me.

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Your charming looks and sleek personality cursed my conscious. I was so overwhelmed you saw right through me where as I could merely only see the thin outline that contained what was inside of you. But my outline was clear which made it easier for you. I could not see into your thoughts like you could mine, nor was your body language easy to read. Weeks ahead of time I should have noticed what was wrong.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC

Outline

Your charming looks and sleek personality cursed my conscious. I was so overwhelmed you saw right through me where as I could merely only see the thin outline that contained what was inside of you. But my outline was clear which made it easier for you. I could not see into your thoughts like you could mine, nor was your body language easy to read. Weeks ahead of time I should have noticed what was wrong.

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Being deleted From Someone's Life Is like Choking Every time You Swallow something.

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

Being deleted

Being deleted From Someone's Life Is like Choking Every time You Swallow something.

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For some reason I have aged quicker than the normal human race would. I am older than any human alive. I am older than the trees grounded to earth by their roots and the purest water that flows in a place no being has ever discovered. I am older than Christ I am older than dinosaurs I am older than earth itself.  But normally when people ask me, I make it simple by thinking up a random number such as  1,300,456 you could say I look young for my age, but all I can see when I look in the mirror is death.

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC

I am older than.....

For some reason I have aged quicker than the normal human race would. I am older than any human alive. I am older than the trees grounded to earth by their roots and the purest water that flows in a place no being has ever discovered. I am older than Christ I am older than dinosaurs I am older than earth itself.  But normally when people ask me, I make it simple by thinking up a random number such as  1,300,456 you could say I look young for my age, but all I can see when I look in the mirror is death.

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