bree2p - Hello Poetry

A child of ten I thought of sunshine and handholding They told me I was ugly A young girl of thirteen I loved to go to school They told me I was dumb A new student at sixteen I longed for acceptance They exhibited their disgust for my presence Then I learned I was worthless at seventeen

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Dec 28, 2014

Dec 28, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC

Worthless

A child of ten I thought of sunshine and handholding They told me I was ugly A young girl of thirteen I loved to go to school They told me I was dumb A new student at sixteen I longed for acceptance They exhibited their disgust for my presence Then I learned I was worthless at seventeen

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Twisting, turning, yearning That is what I do Laughing, smiling, cheering That's what you do I have sorrows You have joys You've hurt me I've served you The fairness of this world is as perplexing as a quadratic formula As I get hurt, those who hurt me excel As I am pained, others are healed I see who I once was Laughing, smiling, cheering Now, I hardly recognize myself

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC

Life

Twisting, turning, yearning That is what I do Laughing, smiling, cheering That's what you do I have sorrows You have joys You've hurt me I've served you The fairness of this world is as perplexing as a quadratic formula As I get hurt, those who hurt me excel As I am pained, others are healed I see who I once was Laughing, smiling, cheering Now, I hardly recognize myself

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I fell for you Like an icicle on a warm day I fell for you As a leaf from an autumn tree I need you Like a bee with her flower I need you As a tree with its roots

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

I fell

I fell for you Like an icicle on a warm day I fell for you As a leaf from an autumn tree I need you Like a bee with her flower I need you As a tree with its roots

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As I linger I begin to lose I linger to save the others To save from my kind of pain My kind of pain eats away Eats away my humanity To be free is only a wish A wish to leave the pain The pain caused by them They tell me I'm not good enough Not good enough for a life The catalyst is my command My command to end it End all the pain and judgment Pain and judgment are the gifts The gifts others give me I'm ready for the boom The boom to go home Home to love and care Care doesn't exist here Here is full of death and hate

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC

Boom

As I linger I begin to lose I linger to save the others To save from my kind of pain My kind of pain eats away Eats away my humanity To be free is only a wish A wish to leave the pain The pain caused by them They tell me I'm not good enough Not good enough for a life The catalyst is my command My command to end it End all the pain and judgment Pain and judgment are the gifts The gifts others give me I'm ready for the boom The boom to go home Home to love and care Care doesn't exist here Here is full of death and hate

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The world is dead Nothing is breathing, pulsing An achromatic scheme of dark But white cannot exist in a black and grey sea I see a man Beckoning for me to come He, dressed in black with a crescent I need only to follow to escape my fear of this life I rise to kiss the crescent Steal one last look at the world of gray Falling in his arms I see stars for eyes A dream floating in towards the black of a moonless night Now I belong with those like me Escapers of this thing called life A lie for the optimists A wish for the best outcomes imaginable A kiss for the crescent Before you go home to mother Will bring you to me, where you belong I am all you need to breathe, to live, to cry, to die

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC

Crescent

The world is dead Nothing is breathing, pulsing An achromatic scheme of dark But white cannot exist in a black and grey sea I see a man Beckoning for me to come He, dressed in black with a crescent I need only to follow to escape my fear of this life I rise to kiss the crescent Steal one last look at the world of gray Falling in his arms I see stars for eyes A dream floating in towards the black of a moonless night Now I belong with those like me Escapers of this thing called life A lie for the optimists A wish for the best outcomes imaginable A kiss for the crescent Before you go home to mother Will bring you to me, where you belong I am all you need to breathe, to live, to cry, to die

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Razor sharp fingers Reaching for my soul to take Carving a hole into my chest Breaching the protective wall Red eyes never seen but in dreams Blinding mine from terrors yet to come Gradually is worsens to a searing pain I can no longer take the agony of it all He whispers to me in the dark Tells me that I'm safe with him; that I need to succumb Give in to his offerings of escape Get away from this lie called life Sensually he pulls me in Reaches for my heart and soul He seeks to claim me as his own Pulling away, I go unwilling Finally he gets me I fall into his arms, Claimed In triumph he has my body Destroyed he has my soul I reach for something to hold Pray this is a dream Pray I die or forget quickly Blessed I see no more He finds me again and I lie Home, but alone I cry and call on One I trust He tells me I am safe, that I can sleep I cannot, for there I see him Days, weeks and months go by It does not leave me I am tortured, left to die Screaming inside, I call to those who desert me Alone I am and desolate I cry I need only to feel the light Only darkness answers my call I long for escape from the monster But there is none.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC

Monster

Razor sharp fingers Reaching for my soul to take Carving a hole into my chest Breaching the protective wall Red eyes never seen but in dreams Blinding mine from terrors yet to come Gradually is worsens to a searing pain I can no longer take the agony of it all He whispers to me in the dark Tells me that I'm safe with him; that I need to succumb Give in to his offerings of escape Get away from this lie called life Sensually he pulls me in Reaches for my heart and soul He seeks to claim me as his own Pulling away, I go unwilling Finally he gets me I fall into his arms, Claimed In triumph he has my body Destroyed he has my soul I reach for something to hold Pray this is a dream Pray I die or forget quickly Blessed I see no more He finds me again and I lie Home, but alone I cry and call on One I trust He tells me I am safe, that I can sleep I cannot, for there I see him Days, weeks and months go by It does not leave me I am tortured, left to die Screaming inside, I call to those who desert me Alone I am and desolate I cry I need only to feel the light Only darkness answers my call I long for escape from the monster But there is none.

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