carlybeth - Hello Poetry

the feelings i have are numb im sorry

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC

My love does not differ from left to right, up or down, or nothing. My love is the same as your love was yesterday and what your love will be tomorrow. My love does not claim that I am a walking sin, that I am a travesty sent here from satin. My feelings do not decide who you are so why must you have a problem with them?

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Mar 9, 2016

Mar 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC

My love.

My love does not differ from left to right, up or down, or nothing. My love is the same as your love was yesterday and what your love will be tomorrow. My love does not claim that I am a walking sin, that I am a travesty sent here from satin. My feelings do not decide who you are so why must you have a problem with them?

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lately I've been thinking of the irony of the things you've told me I don't understand what any of them mean but I appreciate them as if they're my own thoughts my mind wonders around the world like I can understand everything that happens I understand nothing but that doesn't matter the truth of life is in the seasons changing without anybody noticing but nobody cares because the world is cruel. And people are crueler.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC

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lately I've been thinking of the irony of the things you've told me I don't understand what any of them mean but I appreciate them as if they're my own thoughts my mind wonders around the world like I can understand everything that happens I understand nothing but that doesn't matter the truth of life is in the seasons changing without anybody noticing but nobody cares because the world is cruel. And people are crueler.

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I'm in love with you and everything about you and every atom and molecule that you're made up of and every sound that has ever slipped past your perfect lips and every breath of air that has ever escaped your lungs and every muscle that has ever made your amazing smile and every particle of your eyes that has ever made them shine. I'm in love with you.

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC

Everything

I'm in love with you and everything about you and every atom and molecule that you're made up of and every sound that has ever slipped past your perfect lips and every breath of air that has ever escaped your lungs and every muscle that has ever made your amazing smile and every particle of your eyes that has ever made them shine. I'm in love with you.

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Hello. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from learning. I'm representing my own thoughts and emotions. My classes are long uninteresting scripts made of boring nothingness repeated class after class until the last day when you're as free as the bus that drives you to school. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from my mind. I'm representing my words that I speak and my feelings I feel that are not able to be broken by fractures of words that make no sense thrown at me. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from my bedroom. I'm representing the thoughts of dying in my sleep from lack of blood flow through my body and dying from the same heart attack that killed my dad in his sleep a year ago. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from kissing the soft lips of my true love. I'm representing my freedom to love who I want to love and not caring about who knows about it. I am from so many things yet they tell you nothing about me. I am from screaming and clawing my way out of my problems with no control over anything. I am from sleeping with a stuffed bear that makes me miss the person I love more than ever. I am from sitting on the couch that my own dad died on and acting like it doesn't faze me. I am from the smell of alcohol fogging up the memories of my childhood and the pain of hard carpeted steps rubbing my back raw from a tragic escape. I am from feeling like exposed nails are scraping my face off but in reality I'm just waking up. I am from hatred being tossed around like it's the cure for all of my mistakes. I am from letting everything out into one poem with the same cage the elephant song blaring in the background about how complicated your world can be yet you still find a way to express your true identity. I am from spilling everything to a person that I don't even know.

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC

Hello.

Hello. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from learning. I'm representing my own thoughts and emotions. My classes are long uninteresting scripts made of boring nothingness repeated class after class until the last day when you're as free as the bus that drives you to school. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from my mind. I'm representing my words that I speak and my feelings I feel that are not able to be broken by fractures of words that make no sense thrown at me. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from my bedroom. I'm representing the thoughts of dying in my sleep from lack of blood flow through my body and dying from the same heart attack that killed my dad in his sleep a year ago. My name is Carly Bunch. I am from kissing the soft lips of my true love. I'm representing my freedom to love who I want to love and not caring about who knows about it. I am from so many things yet they tell you nothing about me. I am from screaming and clawing my way out of my problems with no control over anything. I am from sleeping with a stuffed bear that makes me miss the person I love more than ever. I am from sitting on the couch that my own dad died on and acting like it doesn't faze me. I am from the smell of alcohol fogging up the memories of my childhood and the pain of hard carpeted steps rubbing my back raw from a tragic escape. I am from feeling like exposed nails are scraping my face off but in reality I'm just waking up. I am from hatred being tossed around like it's the cure for all of my mistakes. I am from letting everything out into one poem with the same cage the elephant song blaring in the background about how complicated your world can be yet you still find a way to express your true identity. I am from spilling everything to a person that I don't even know.

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I still don't believe the fact that you're gone. I don't want to know that everyday that I wake up is another day without you. That every time the moon rises and the sun sets you're not able to sit there with me and enjoy it. That when it rains you're not there to play in it with me. That when I hear yelling I don't have you to go to for comfort. That when i am upset I don't have your shoulder to cry on. I see those pictures of us and of you and of other people all smiling and happy and I can't help to be upset because I think of a time that was but never will be again. I see the happiness in your eyes, I see the sun shining and there were no cloudy days. I see everything being okay and it seems that was the only perfect time in this life and every other life, was when you were here. Everybody was okay, even the people that didn't know you seemed to grow sadder and sadder once you were gone. Nothing is the same anymore and nobody seems to understand why. Death is a natural thing but it doesn't seem so natural when it comes to it happening to you. You weren't supposed to go. You were immortal. You were a superhero, my superhero. You saved me from the bad guys, the bad boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends. From everybody. But now you're gone, and I'm vulnerable. I just want you back in this world, and not far away watching from above the clouds. I want to know that no matter what happens to me I'll be okay because you're right by my side. I need to feel your embrace again. I want to go to the grocery store with you again. I want to go camping and hiking and fishing and do all those things we used to do. I want to know you're okay. But I will never know that. I need to be okay. But I never will be.

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Sep 21, 2014

Sep 21, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC

I want. I need.

I still don't believe the fact that you're gone. I don't want to know that everyday that I wake up is another day without you. That every time the moon rises and the sun sets you're not able to sit there with me and enjoy it. That when it rains you're not there to play in it with me. That when I hear yelling I don't have you to go to for comfort. That when i am upset I don't have your shoulder to cry on. I see those pictures of us and of you and of other people all smiling and happy and I can't help to be upset because I think of a time that was but never will be again. I see the happiness in your eyes, I see the sun shining and there were no cloudy days. I see everything being okay and it seems that was the only perfect time in this life and every other life, was when you were here. Everybody was okay, even the people that didn't know you seemed to grow sadder and sadder once you were gone. Nothing is the same anymore and nobody seems to understand why. Death is a natural thing but it doesn't seem so natural when it comes to it happening to you. You weren't supposed to go. You were immortal. You were a superhero, my superhero. You saved me from the bad guys, the bad boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends. From everybody. But now you're gone, and I'm vulnerable. I just want you back in this world, and not far away watching from above the clouds. I want to know that no matter what happens to me I'll be okay because you're right by my side. I need to feel your embrace again. I want to go to the grocery store with you again. I want to go camping and hiking and fishing and do all those things we used to do. I want to know you're okay. But I will never know that. I need to be okay. But I never will be.

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dear father, why. why why. why why why. why did you have to leave me so unexpectedly. leave me in this world to be on my own. with no one to go to. why, father why. how am i suppose to know what to do. a year has gone by and im still wondering. did you want to leave. was i too much of a burden for you. if so please tell me somehow. but father, why why why why why why

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC

why.

dear father, why. why why. why why why. why did you have to leave me so unexpectedly. leave me in this world to be on my own. with no one to go to. why, father why. how am i suppose to know what to do. a year has gone by and im still wondering. did you want to leave. was i too much of a burden for you. if so please tell me somehow. but father, why why why why why why

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sometimes I wish I could go back to the day I saw your lifeless body laying in that casket. because I'd rather feel that pain than nothing at all.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC

lifeless.

sometimes I wish I could go back to the day I saw your lifeless body laying in that casket. because I'd rather feel that pain than nothing at all.

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i still remember the look in his eyes. The way he looked at my body. As if i was a piece of meat. A piece of candy on Halloween. Like what i wanted didnt matter. I could tell he couldnt wait to do what he pleased. Because he knew i wouldnt be able to do anything. Even though i said no he still pulled me into his grasp. i was scared but he didnt care. he went in as hard as he could no matter how much i pleaded. his eyes looked hungry im still scared to this day to see that look in someones eyes. it gives me nightmares and makes me want to cry i never want to see those eyes again.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

Eyes

i still remember the look in his eyes. The way he looked at my body. As if i was a piece of meat. A piece of candy on Halloween. Like what i wanted didnt matter. I could tell he couldnt wait to do what he pleased. Because he knew i wouldnt be able to do anything. Even though i said no he still pulled me into his grasp. i was scared but he didnt care. he went in as hard as he could no matter how much i pleaded. his eyes looked hungry im still scared to this day to see that look in someones eyes. it gives me nightmares and makes me want to cry i never want to see those eyes again.

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Dear J, Thank you. Thank you for dragging me when i was already down. For making me hate my innocence when i had barely any left. For staring into my eyes and telling me that they looked sad when all i wanted was to be happy. Thank you J, for running me into the arms of T. Dear T, Thank you for picking me up when i was on the ground. For telling me that my dimples were beautiful even when i felt like i was a smaller version of the moon. For making me smile even when i had tears of sadness streaming down my face. Thank you for making me forget J, the one who corrupted my mind and scrambled it up like a rubik's cube that has yet to been solved. The one who walked all over my unmarked grave and turned their back when i was reaching up from the ground in a zombie-like state begging for help to be brought back to life. Thank you for showing me what love is really like. Thank you T. and thank you J.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC

Dear

Dear J, Thank you. Thank you for dragging me when i was already down. For making me hate my innocence when i had barely any left. For staring into my eyes and telling me that they looked sad when all i wanted was to be happy. Thank you J, for running me into the arms of T. Dear T, Thank you for picking me up when i was on the ground. For telling me that my dimples were beautiful even when i felt like i was a smaller version of the moon. For making me smile even when i had tears of sadness streaming down my face. Thank you for making me forget J, the one who corrupted my mind and scrambled it up like a rubik's cube that has yet to been solved. The one who walked all over my unmarked grave and turned their back when i was reaching up from the ground in a zombie-like state begging for help to be brought back to life. Thank you for showing me what love is really like. Thank you T. and thank you J.

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