bailee-carter - Hello Poetry

I saw her everyday As I walked home from school She would stand against that same “No Smoking” sign I never really understood How she could stand against that sign And disobey it everyday Or maybe she didn’t understand it I mean after all she did stand there In her fishnet stockings and 5 inch heels with money slipping out of those stockings Smoking Just smoking until there was nothing left to smoke on that ole cig She smoked that thing religiously everyday As if it would make her immortal Although, ironically, it did the exact opposite Maybe it’s like her So stereotypical But maybe she’s the exact opposite She stands in those infamous heels and fishnet stockings Like a stereotypical ***** But maybe she just got off her minimum wage part time job at the costume shop down the street Maybe she’s not a stereotypical mother But that doesn’t mean she’s a stereotypical ***** either And she’s also not a freak nor an outcast Just because she is NOT a stereotype She’s just a person Just a woman Standing at that same “No Smoking” sign In her favorite 5 inch heels and fishnet stockings Who likes to smoke so much she may even think it’d make her immortal

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC

Fishnet Stockings

I saw her everyday As I walked home from school She would stand against that same “No Smoking” sign I never really understood How she could stand against that sign And disobey it everyday Or maybe she didn’t understand it I mean after all she did stand there In her fishnet stockings and 5 inch heels with money slipping out of those stockings Smoking Just smoking until there was nothing left to smoke on that ole cig She smoked that thing religiously everyday As if it would make her immortal Although, ironically, it did the exact opposite Maybe it’s like her So stereotypical But maybe she’s the exact opposite She stands in those infamous heels and fishnet stockings Like a stereotypical ***** But maybe she just got off her minimum wage part time job at the costume shop down the street Maybe she’s not a stereotypical mother But that doesn’t mean she’s a stereotypical ***** either And she’s also not a freak nor an outcast Just because she is NOT a stereotype She’s just a person Just a woman Standing at that same “No Smoking” sign In her favorite 5 inch heels and fishnet stockings Who likes to smoke so much she may even think it’d make her immortal

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I thought you were in pain I thought you were in need I thought you were insane Not “send him to an asylum and lock him up” insane But really desperate for professional help You’d cry on my shoulder And scream as if something were clawing at your heart You had conversations with voices no one else heard You would see your father next to you in the mirror Even though he was a locked up perv You said and did everything to make me feel for you And make me bend over backwards And do front handsprings off of skyscrapers And jump into the depths of the ocean only to be swallowed by sharks Only for you to get off to seeing me dying from the inside out in so many ways I’d turn away and close my ears Only to find you were laughing at me You would laugh at me every time I turned away Only quiet enough for no one to hear And I’d come back as you cried and begged to take your life I’d stay awake all night lying in fear and sadness I’d look at the ceiling until I couldn’t cry anymore tears Until you’d call me with a knife in your hand Ready to end it all Until I found out you had a game controller in your hand And were only out of breath because you just did your neighbor And you were both just sitting around laughing At me desperately trying to convince you not to do it You played me the worst I’ve ever been played And that says a lot regarding my past with being played I thought you needed help I thought I was helping you But oh was I wrong You’re just a pathological liar With Borderline Personality Disorder I loved you and I thought I was helping you I tried so hard Only to have a serious decline in my health But my God was I wrong And I just hope to God that the next person you **** over is much more aggressive than me And not as fragile and caring as I was Just take my advice and stop ******* with people’s lives Or go ahead and buy yourself a tombstone now But oh I’m not wrong about this Whether it’s you or another person You will end up dead with your little charades So **** you now and forever

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC

Was I Wrong

I thought you were in pain I thought you were in need I thought you were insane Not “send him to an asylum and lock him up” insane But really desperate for professional help You’d cry on my shoulder And scream as if something were clawing at your heart You had conversations with voices no one else heard You would see your father next to you in the mirror Even though he was a locked up perv You said and did everything to make me feel for you And make me bend over backwards And do front handsprings off of skyscrapers And jump into the depths of the ocean only to be swallowed by sharks Only for you to get off to seeing me dying from the inside out in so many ways I’d turn away and close my ears Only to find you were laughing at me You would laugh at me every time I turned away Only quiet enough for no one to hear And I’d come back as you cried and begged to take your life I’d stay awake all night lying in fear and sadness I’d look at the ceiling until I couldn’t cry anymore tears Until you’d call me with a knife in your hand Ready to end it all Until I found out you had a game controller in your hand And were only out of breath because you just did your neighbor And you were both just sitting around laughing At me desperately trying to convince you not to do it You played me the worst I’ve ever been played And that says a lot regarding my past with being played I thought you needed help I thought I was helping you But oh was I wrong You’re just a pathological liar With Borderline Personality Disorder I loved you and I thought I was helping you I tried so hard Only to have a serious decline in my health But my God was I wrong And I just hope to God that the next person you **** over is much more aggressive than me And not as fragile and caring as I was Just take my advice and stop ******* with people’s lives Or go ahead and buy yourself a tombstone now But oh I’m not wrong about this Whether it’s you or another person You will end up dead with your little charades So **** you now and forever

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He lost it. He could feel his sanity draining from his body and coming out through beads of sweat, the anger rising up into his now blood-red face and the infamous smoke shooting out of his ears, the earthquake taking place inside his body causing him to tremble and shake uncontrollably, the white flag that the first tear waved in an attempt to go back to the way things used to be, and the poor excuse for carpet now beneath what used to be his sanctuary but now was as much of any enemy as the world: his body. He could feel the stares of his curious killers glaring down at him with their judgement-filled eyes. With no sense of time or care in the world, he closed his eyes and slipped away from the world in that moment on the carpet, holding an open and empty stapler and the knife he used to cut out the last bit of pain the world and his enemies had left behind. He had not just lost it in one immediate mental breakdown over something trivial to society. No. His body and mind had been gradually giving up on him as the days of stress and hatred went by and the nights filled with tears and sorrow counted down until his demise. It isn’t some immediate thing like a stab that cuts into your heart. It usually never is, but that is all people on the outside see: a sudden, quick, and inconvenient loss. The pain and severity of the world crashing down around you and ultimately burying you into its eternal embrace, does not strike fast and leave just as quickly. Rather it drags the pain out until there is only a thin thread holding that person together. The littlest things can be what cuts that thread into two dangling and useless pieces of thread in the end. Though they may be seen as trivial, they are the person’s lasts hope that was then crushed right before them. It never seems to be a clean cut either, but more of a dull and rigid cut that is, like the internal destruction of the world around you, dragged out until its end. The littlest things, such as no more staples, can be the end of something so precious yet poisoned by the world: a beautiful life.

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC

No More Staples

He lost it. He could feel his sanity draining from his body and coming out through beads of sweat, the anger rising up into his now blood-red face and the infamous smoke shooting out of his ears, the earthquake taking place inside his body causing him to tremble and shake uncontrollably, the white flag that the first tear waved in an attempt to go back to the way things used to be, and the poor excuse for carpet now beneath what used to be his sanctuary but now was as much of any enemy as the world: his body. He could feel the stares of his curious killers glaring down at him with their judgement-filled eyes. With no sense of time or care in the world, he closed his eyes and slipped away from the world in that moment on the carpet, holding an open and empty stapler and the knife he used to cut out the last bit of pain the world and his enemies had left behind. He had not just lost it in one immediate mental breakdown over something trivial to society. No. His body and mind had been gradually giving up on him as the days of stress and hatred went by and the nights filled with tears and sorrow counted down until his demise. It isn’t some immediate thing like a stab that cuts into your heart. It usually never is, but that is all people on the outside see: a sudden, quick, and inconvenient loss. The pain and severity of the world crashing down around you and ultimately burying you into its eternal embrace, does not strike fast and leave just as quickly. Rather it drags the pain out until there is only a thin thread holding that person together. The littlest things can be what cuts that thread into two dangling and useless pieces of thread in the end. Though they may be seen as trivial, they are the person’s lasts hope that was then crushed right before them. It never seems to be a clean cut either, but more of a dull and rigid cut that is, like the internal destruction of the world around you, dragged out until its end. The littlest things, such as no more staples, can be the end of something so precious yet poisoned by the world: a beautiful life.

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I just lie here Balling my eyes out Searching for my heart But you stole it Quite a while ago And I’m not sure where you hid it But it’s yours now So I guess you don’t have to give it back I guess I’ll just be in love with you forever And that love won’t fade Nor lessen Nor dissolve Because I guess I can only love you Since you stole my heart And then decided to destroy it Stomp on it Smash it Hammer it Run it over And hide pieces of it everywhere So if there ever comes a time That you decide to give it back It will never be the same And I’ll always be missing pieces No matter how much I search Or how much glue and tape I use It’s just too broken to be repaired And you may tell me I have your heart But I know **** well I don’t I haven’t had it in a while I guess you stole it back Hmmm You seem to be pretty good at that Then you just gave your heart away To her And looks like now you have her heart And mine I can’t decide If you actually love her like you say Or if you’re just playing me to watch me cry But you see I don’t have your heart Just the imprint it made on my life I’ll learn how to live Crying myself to sleep because I’m thinking of you Just so you can go to sleep smiling because you’re thinking of her B.C.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC

Stolen

I just lie here Balling my eyes out Searching for my heart But you stole it Quite a while ago And I’m not sure where you hid it But it’s yours now So I guess you don’t have to give it back I guess I’ll just be in love with you forever And that love won’t fade Nor lessen Nor dissolve Because I guess I can only love you Since you stole my heart And then decided to destroy it Stomp on it Smash it Hammer it Run it over And hide pieces of it everywhere So if there ever comes a time That you decide to give it back It will never be the same And I’ll always be missing pieces No matter how much I search Or how much glue and tape I use It’s just too broken to be repaired And you may tell me I have your heart But I know **** well I don’t I haven’t had it in a while I guess you stole it back Hmmm You seem to be pretty good at that Then you just gave your heart away To her And looks like now you have her heart And mine I can’t decide If you actually love her like you say Or if you’re just playing me to watch me cry But you see I don’t have your heart Just the imprint it made on my life I’ll learn how to live Crying myself to sleep because I’m thinking of you Just so you can go to sleep smiling because you’re thinking of her B.C.

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A person should always strive to fulfill all of his dreams. This will allow him to thrive in his life.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC

Dreams [20w]

A person should always strive to fulfill all of his dreams. This will allow him to thrive in his life.

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Scars remind us where we've been, but they don't have to dictate where we're going.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC

Scars [15w]

Scars remind us where we've been, but they don't have to dictate where we're going.

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Don't write cliches, because people are more than just clichés.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC

Clichés [10w]

Don't write cliches, because people are more than just clichés.

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A beautiful girl With little brown curls And brown eyes filled with life A beautiful girl So small and petite Of only seven years of age A beautiful girl That raises so many questions And makes you feel sorry A beautiful girl Sitting alone In a psych hospital BC

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC

Beautiful Girl

A beautiful girl With little brown curls And brown eyes filled with life A beautiful girl So small and petite Of only seven years of age A beautiful girl That raises so many questions And makes you feel sorry A beautiful girl Sitting alone In a psych hospital BC

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Those eyes Are what keeps me awake Those eyes Are what keeps me going Those eyes Are what makes me smile Those eyes Are what reminds me of good times Those eyes Are what reminds me of love And I just sit here Beside you quietly Looking into those eyes Because they are the only thing Keeping me sane In this psych hospital BC

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC

Those Eyes

Those eyes Are what keeps me awake Those eyes Are what keeps me going Those eyes Are what makes me smile Those eyes Are what reminds me of good times Those eyes Are what reminds me of love And I just sit here Beside you quietly Looking into those eyes Because they are the only thing Keeping me sane In this psych hospital BC

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This is not mine by any means but I admire this band. This song very closely related to what I'm going through and how I feel. This is the song "I Need A Miracle" by Third Day. Well, late one night, she started to cry and thought, "He ain't coming home" She was tired of the lies, tired of the fight, but she didn't want to see him go She fell on her knees and said, "I haven't prayed since I was young But Lord above, I need a miracle" Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done There will come a time when you can't make it on your own And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle I need a miracle" He lost his job and all he had in the fall of '09 Now he feared the worst, that he would lose his children and his wife So he drove down deep into the woods and thought he'd end it all And prayed, "Lord above, I need a miracle" Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done There will come a time when you can't make it on your own And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle I need a miracle" La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! He turned on the radio to hear a song for the last time He didn't know what he was looking for, or even what he'd find The song he heard gave him hope and strength to carry on And on that night they found a miracle They found a miracle La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle" "Lord above, I need a miracle"

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Jan 15, 2015

Jan 15, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC

I Need A Miracle

This is not mine by any means but I admire this band. This song very closely related to what I'm going through and how I feel. This is the song "I Need A Miracle" by Third Day. Well, late one night, she started to cry and thought, "He ain't coming home" She was tired of the lies, tired of the fight, but she didn't want to see him go She fell on her knees and said, "I haven't prayed since I was young But Lord above, I need a miracle" Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done There will come a time when you can't make it on your own And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle I need a miracle" He lost his job and all he had in the fall of '09 Now he feared the worst, that he would lose his children and his wife So he drove down deep into the woods and thought he'd end it all And prayed, "Lord above, I need a miracle" Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done There will come a time when you can't make it on your own And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle I need a miracle" La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! He turned on the radio to hear a song for the last time He didn't know what he was looking for, or even what he'd find The song he heard gave him hope and strength to carry on And on that night they found a miracle They found a miracle La dda dda dda La dda dda dda La dda dda dda Wooooooooah! And in your hour of desperation Know you're not the only one Prayin', "lord above, I need a miracle" "Lord above, I need a miracle"

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