autumn-carol-smith - Hello Poetry

you are quiet, you choose when to speak, and you only do when its important. and its beautiful, so beautiful, that my word ***** makes me feel so small looking at you. maybe you think its beautiful, that i get so nervous, just hearing your voice. seeing the look in your eyes when you smile. and its platonic, its platonic because i only see your soul, i see how beautiful it is , and oh my. oh my, how i want to see beauty with you, i want to talk to you. i have fallen in love with you, platonically. and thats a made up word, but its what it is. and oh god, im sure you have flaws, but ive never seen so much beauty in someone. ive never seen a soul, i saw your soul in your eyes.

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autumn-carol-smith

Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC

turnedyellow

platonic

you are quiet, you choose when to speak, and you only do when its important. and its beautiful, so beautiful, that my word ***** makes me feel so small looking at you. maybe you think its beautiful, that i get so nervous, just hearing your voice. seeing the look in your eyes when you smile. and its platonic, its platonic because i only see your soul, i see how beautiful it is , and oh my. oh my, how i want to see beauty with you, i want to talk to you. i have fallen in love with you, platonically. and thats a made up word, but its what it is. and oh god, im sure you have flaws, but ive never seen so much beauty in someone. ive never seen a soul, i saw your soul in your eyes.

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i am tired. not for a lack of rest -- no, i slept quite well last night and I've had my coffee. its something deeper, something inherently present, in the fibers of my skin, in my tendons, in my eyes. i am exhausted, fatigued by life by the noise and the silence, the people, and the empty rooms, the light and the dark; by hope and despair. so worn down by the world that nothing in it can refresh my mind from the constant buzzing. i am tired, and there are not enough hours in the night for the type of rest i need. -U.K. & m.g.

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autumn-carol-smith

Nov 10, 2016

Nov 10, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC

doesmynamereallymatter

exhaustion

i am tired. not for a lack of rest -- no, i slept quite well last night and I've had my coffee. its something deeper, something inherently present, in the fibers of my skin, in my tendons, in my eyes. i am exhausted, fatigued by life by the noise and the silence, the people, and the empty rooms, the light and the dark; by hope and despair. so worn down by the world that nothing in it can refresh my mind from the constant buzzing. i am tired, and there are not enough hours in the night for the type of rest i need. -U.K. & m.g.

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I am what I am. I am a 17 year old girl, but you don’t have to tell me because I know that well enough, thank you. I am a young girl with her whole life ahead of her; no, I am a young girl with her whole life forced upon her. I am what I am. I am a perfectionist who needs to create a 365-day planner, color coated with sticky notes and highlights – tonight. I am what I am. I am an enthusiast about books that make you cry harder than any movie ever could. I am the salty and buttery fingers that dive into the bowl during a movie. I am the guilty pleasure of indulging in foods and beverages unworthy of my submission. I am who I am. I am a lover of 5 a.m. coffee and sleepy eyes I have yet to see. I am a hopeless romantic who “don’t need no man” but yearns for a man to touch me in ways his hands cannot. I am what I am. I am the byproduct of an unconditionally loving, but discriminatory and broken family. But you don’t need to know that. You don’t need to know that I am only who I am because of fear of becoming what they are. I am what I am. I am the mistakes I have made and I am the lessons I’ve learned. But listen closely and hear me clearly. I am NOT the gap in-between my teeth. I am not the acne on my face. I am not my 2 a.m. feelings. I am what I am. I am the violent sobs that fall without permission on the alter. I am what they call a “bible-thumping, Jesus freak” Christian. Do you know anything about that? I am what I am. I am His piercing screams coming from the cross and I am His most dearly beloved. I am what I am. I am loved and I am cherished and I am His. I am blessed and I am forgiven and I am sanctified. I am the daughter of the one true King and He has called me by name. I am what I am.

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC

Have you ever wanted to cry yourself blind, scream yourself mute, or just stop breathing Have you ever wanted to run off the edge of the earth, swim to the bottom of the ocean, or just disappear Have you ever wanted to punch your brain out, cut out your heart, or just stop feeling Basically you wanted to die? WANTED? WANTED! Wanted. As In past tense? As In "not anymore"? Good. You wanted It, but that's not what you want

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autumn-carol-smith

Sep 24, 2015

Sep 24, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC

jazzieboohouse

Wanted?

Have you ever wanted to cry yourself blind, scream yourself mute, or just stop breathing Have you ever wanted to run off the edge of the earth, swim to the bottom of the ocean, or just disappear Have you ever wanted to punch your brain out, cut out your heart, or just stop feeling Basically you wanted to die? WANTED? WANTED! Wanted. As In past tense? As In "not anymore"? Good. You wanted It, but that's not what you want

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my biggest fear isn't little things like heights or spiders or clowns, my biggest fear is loosing the ones I love the most.

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autumn-carol-smith

Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC

faithelizabeth

biggest fear

my biggest fear isn't little things like heights or spiders or clowns, my biggest fear is loosing the ones I love the most.

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As gravity bounds me To this thing called earth I look all around And see nothing of worth I know my day is near it's long overdue To stand at the gates And have my own personal breakthrough To see my family to hear my sins I'm glad I'm not in hell Because there, no one wins

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Jan 29, 2014

Jan 29, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

autumn-carol-smith

Heaven

As gravity bounds me To this thing called earth I look all around And see nothing of worth I know my day is near it's long overdue To stand at the gates And have my own personal breakthrough To see my family to hear my sins I'm glad I'm not in hell Because there, no one wins

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God's voice is powerful It can come as whispers in the wind, or clashing cymbals. He speaks to you as a child For you are... his child You hear him as a leader, as a Father, friend, enemy, and a Judge... hopefully. Let us rejoice in his name Let us sing to him Let us praise him from his house.

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Jun 5, 2013

Jun 5, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC

autumn-carol-smith

Untitled

God's voice is powerful It can come as whispers in the wind, or clashing cymbals. He speaks to you as a child For you are... his child You hear him as a leader, as a Father, friend, enemy, and a Judge... hopefully. Let us rejoice in his name Let us sing to him Let us praise him from his house.

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