cassie-stoddard - Hello Poetry

I'm sitting on the ******* toilet crying and all I think is I that I need to write. Ihadve to write. I am not good enough .I havenever been good enough but in this space, when I write IAMGOOD. I am a not pretty or **** or desirable but I am an author and if that's not enough **** you. You'll probably end up in my words anyway

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC

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I'm sitting on the ******* toilet crying and all I think is I that I need to write. Ihadve to write. I am not good enough .I havenever been good enough but in this space, when I write IAMGOOD. I am a not pretty or **** or desirable but I am an author and if that's not enough **** you. You'll probably end up in my words anyway

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I am broken glass, causing pain to anyone who comes close enough to try. I am a scared girl, a woman who is terrified of commitment. I used to see happiness. Now I simply see a bottomless pool and my pockets are filled with rocks as I sink into the blackness. I used to love so fiercely that it burned holes in our hands and left scars on our lips. Now I run, faster and further and don't stop until the distance between us is a chasm. If you fall for me be warned. I do not know how to love back. When I hurt you, when I sleep with someone whose name is not yours or I disappear it is not because you weren't good enough. I just don't know how to love back. He taught me that promises lie and that they will hurt you. It's inevitable. I will sting you with my words. I will make you ache for my warmth when I turn my back. You'll ask why when you find out I slept around. Hurting you before you leave. I'm sorry, but it's the only way I know how to survive.

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May 9, 2015

May 9, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC

I want more

I am broken glass, causing pain to anyone who comes close enough to try. I am a scared girl, a woman who is terrified of commitment. I used to see happiness. Now I simply see a bottomless pool and my pockets are filled with rocks as I sink into the blackness. I used to love so fiercely that it burned holes in our hands and left scars on our lips. Now I run, faster and further and don't stop until the distance between us is a chasm. If you fall for me be warned. I do not know how to love back. When I hurt you, when I sleep with someone whose name is not yours or I disappear it is not because you weren't good enough. I just don't know how to love back. He taught me that promises lie and that they will hurt you. It's inevitable. I will sting you with my words. I will make you ache for my warmth when I turn my back. You'll ask why when you find out I slept around. Hurting you before you leave. I'm sorry, but it's the only way I know how to survive.

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Hi

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

So when you're sitting there being all hipster and sinking into your coffee and melting into your folk/blues/alt music And you just get it. Heaven or hell or inbetween doesn't matter because I'm here and this day, this breeze, this song is heaven. And when things turn to **** and you turn to *** or a beer or a joint or a poem an you inhale and you breathe and you realize that even during the crap is heaven even when you are going through hell it's still happiness And if everything is connected and we are all inverse of each other than good and bad are same and love and hate is same and all is important and all is nothing Sometimes we act a certain way to fit in and then we realize who we are

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC

Spotty

So when you're sitting there being all hipster and sinking into your coffee and melting into your folk/blues/alt music And you just get it. Heaven or hell or inbetween doesn't matter because I'm here and this day, this breeze, this song is heaven. And when things turn to **** and you turn to *** or a beer or a joint or a poem an you inhale and you breathe and you realize that even during the crap is heaven even when you are going through hell it's still happiness And if everything is connected and we are all inverse of each other than good and bad are same and love and hate is same and all is important and all is nothing Sometimes we act a certain way to fit in and then we realize who we are

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Sometimes you just need to be alone Headphones in music blocking the world Wrapping yourself in a blanket Pablo Neruda on your lap Sometimes it's so so so good to just breathe and marvel and song and write and read and be Just be

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC

Nirvana

Sometimes you just need to be alone Headphones in music blocking the world Wrapping yourself in a blanket Pablo Neruda on your lap Sometimes it's so so so good to just breathe and marvel and song and write and read and be Just be

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Why is it that us poets, people of such passion are so often the ones clutching the bottle at the end of the night as we crawl into bed alone? Why are we the ones searching for someone to **** because we never get any farther than that. Some call it home run but a hug is much more satisfying. And we're the ones who cyber stalk and listen to music and pour out ours hearts and scream at the top of lungs and go on midnight runs. And I have no one I can explain this to. No one I an call and cry poetry too and no one I am yell at and no one to love and no one to hate. And I thought it would work. I thought maybe I would get lucky and meet someone whose heart whispered the same things as mine. Once upon a time in a far away land a princess met her prince. But tonight right here a young woman is simply begging for anything, anyone.

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

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Why is it that us poets, people of such passion are so often the ones clutching the bottle at the end of the night as we crawl into bed alone? Why are we the ones searching for someone to **** because we never get any farther than that. Some call it home run but a hug is much more satisfying. And we're the ones who cyber stalk and listen to music and pour out ours hearts and scream at the top of lungs and go on midnight runs. And I have no one I can explain this to. No one I an call and cry poetry too and no one I am yell at and no one to love and no one to hate. And I thought it would work. I thought maybe I would get lucky and meet someone whose heart whispered the same things as mine. Once upon a time in a far away land a princess met her prince. But tonight right here a young woman is simply begging for anything, anyone.

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I want to be whole she screams as she stabs the knife into her heart taking out another chunk

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC

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I want to be whole she screams as she stabs the knife into her heart taking out another chunk

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I went to school and got cupcakes with friends, went shopping. Drank and played phase ten. And the loneliness catches up to me And poetry is the Chapstick for my dry heart. But I want it to be your words. And music may be the key to my tired eyes but I would rather hear your voice. And this is not enough I scream. These words this tune this hope. I need more. I want more and I deserve more. Right? And that little question is what kills me why bruises my bones and breaks my grin. It is what causes my eyes to fill and water to fall. Rain is my favorite season but sometimes the sun is nice too.

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC

Hey god. It's me Cassie

I went to school and got cupcakes with friends, went shopping. Drank and played phase ten. And the loneliness catches up to me And poetry is the Chapstick for my dry heart. But I want it to be your words. And music may be the key to my tired eyes but I would rather hear your voice. And this is not enough I scream. These words this tune this hope. I need more. I want more and I deserve more. Right? And that little question is what kills me why bruises my bones and breaks my grin. It is what causes my eyes to fill and water to fall. Rain is my favorite season but sometimes the sun is nice too.

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I read once that when we meet our soul mate we feel calm. At peace, at home. And I think that makes sense, I have always been an empty road, a drifting sea. And to find land, that would be my sou mate.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

Urgh. Tonight the words don't make sense

I read once that when we meet our soul mate we feel calm. At peace, at home. And I think that makes sense, I have always been an empty road, a drifting sea. And to find land, that would be my sou mate.

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I want someone to look at me the way the sky looks at the earth. And I want to be talked to the way Jack White sings. And I want to be loved the way my voice breaks when I read poetry. And when you take me into your arms and when you break my bones with your words and when I explode in the heat of your touch, I love you.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC

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I want someone to look at me the way the sky looks at the earth. And I want to be talked to the way Jack White sings. And I want to be loved the way my voice breaks when I read poetry. And when you take me into your arms and when you break my bones with your words and when I explode in the heat of your touch, I love you.

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