catherine-pelletier - Hello Poetry

My lungs are closing up I need you to give me air I guess it's kinda hard to to do when Your not even there I need to have security I need your comforting safety I need you here with me now With your tight arms around me But you given up You can't handle burden The only thing I can replace you With is burning bourbon The reason why it burns Is because the air I can get on my own But you've given up on me Don't worry, I won't be coming home Walking in the night and notice the dark It's looks really far But it doesn't matter anymore To you I'm just and old scar I'm dead on the inside But somehow I'm still breathing I think it's pulmonary shock Of both of us leaving You ran to the liquor To try and drink out the hole You have no idea the damage Done to my soul

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC

Bourbon

My lungs are closing up I need you to give me air I guess it's kinda hard to to do when Your not even there I need to have security I need your comforting safety I need you here with me now With your tight arms around me But you given up You can't handle burden The only thing I can replace you With is burning bourbon The reason why it burns Is because the air I can get on my own But you've given up on me Don't worry, I won't be coming home Walking in the night and notice the dark It's looks really far But it doesn't matter anymore To you I'm just and old scar I'm dead on the inside But somehow I'm still breathing I think it's pulmonary shock Of both of us leaving You ran to the liquor To try and drink out the hole You have no idea the damage Done to my soul

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Frightened of what I will become Scared of what I already am. Sad of what I have all done Frustrated of what I can't. Angry of what I cannot change Regretful of the things that I switched Disappointed of all my lies Grateful of them instead of the truth Thankful nobody knows my mind Hurt so bad because nobody can Isolated because nobody realizes Watched over suspicion Heart and mind are separated because they cannot work together Emotions run too fast Descions ramble on Choices are all clouded over Directions aren't even clear The pen bleeds the ink for me And the pencil scratches the graphite The paper suffers silently Getting stained with pressure Understanding how the paper suffers in silence Knowing why is because nobody will listen

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC

Nobody Will Listen

Frightened of what I will become Scared of what I already am. Sad of what I have all done Frustrated of what I can't. Angry of what I cannot change Regretful of the things that I switched Disappointed of all my lies Grateful of them instead of the truth Thankful nobody knows my mind Hurt so bad because nobody can Isolated because nobody realizes Watched over suspicion Heart and mind are separated because they cannot work together Emotions run too fast Descions ramble on Choices are all clouded over Directions aren't even clear The pen bleeds the ink for me And the pencil scratches the graphite The paper suffers silently Getting stained with pressure Understanding how the paper suffers in silence Knowing why is because nobody will listen

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Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Is it the reflection that looks happy? Who has nice tan skin? The cat eye eyeliner? The rosy blush? The killer collarbones? The thigh gap? The size zero waist? The flirty bad girl smile? The one who loves to party? The one who loves to party too much? Who will end up breaking your heart? Or is it the reflection who looks alone? With the pale, unkissed skin? The one who doesn't wear make up? The one who doesn't cover herself up? The girl without the collarbones ? The girl who's just a little bit chubby ? The size healthy waist? The one with the crooked grin? The one who loves to listen? The one who will always listen to you? Because instead of breaking your heart, she breaks her own by trying to mend a crack that can't be filled by herself, but she won't be the reflection you want, but the reality you need to get away from the mirror on the wall.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC

Mirror mirror on the wall

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Is it the reflection that looks happy? Who has nice tan skin? The cat eye eyeliner? The rosy blush? The killer collarbones? The thigh gap? The size zero waist? The flirty bad girl smile? The one who loves to party? The one who loves to party too much? Who will end up breaking your heart? Or is it the reflection who looks alone? With the pale, unkissed skin? The one who doesn't wear make up? The one who doesn't cover herself up? The girl without the collarbones ? The girl who's just a little bit chubby ? The size healthy waist? The one with the crooked grin? The one who loves to listen? The one who will always listen to you? Because instead of breaking your heart, she breaks her own by trying to mend a crack that can't be filled by herself, but she won't be the reflection you want, but the reality you need to get away from the mirror on the wall.

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Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, rusted on waiting to fall No glass slippers for those who don't dance No fiction princess gets a second chance Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, shadow behind standing tall The past can't escape for those you love, leading through the labyrinth like a blackened dove Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, all those moments you want to stall Are gone and forever over, trying to plan a better Tomorrow Trying to not see the pain and the sorrow Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, rushed and had to miss the ball Mad at you for leaving behind A trace of evidence they might find You are at a short time Running before the bells chime Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, try to to hide from everybody's calls Wipe away the tears and cries Feed them full with all your lies But nobody can deny The blankness in your eyes Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, the heart can only hold so many emotions at all All the time you wasted Time made it aged All of the cries are faded Even the "hallowed be thy nameth"

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

Fairytale

Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, rusted on waiting to fall No glass slippers for those who don't dance No fiction princess gets a second chance Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, shadow behind standing tall The past can't escape for those you love, leading through the labyrinth like a blackened dove Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, all those moments you want to stall Are gone and forever over, trying to plan a better Tomorrow Trying to not see the pain and the sorrow Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, rushed and had to miss the ball Mad at you for leaving behind A trace of evidence they might find You are at a short time Running before the bells chime Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, try to to hide from everybody's calls Wipe away the tears and cries Feed them full with all your lies But nobody can deny The blankness in your eyes Grimm mirror, Grimm mirror, grime on the wall, the heart can only hold so many emotions at all All the time you wasted Time made it aged All of the cries are faded Even the "hallowed be thy nameth"

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If looks could **** You'd be gone Locked and stuffed Away from me If looks could **** You'd be a pastel shade Of white . Gone Like my sanity If looks could **** You'd be in agony Like me If looks could **** You heart would Hurt like mine does If looks could **** Nobody would ever find you Except me maybe If looks could **** You'd be sporting A gunshot wound Between the eyes If looks could **** You'd be praying or Blabbing jibberish If looks could **** You be wearing new bracelets Of red ink If looks could **** You'd have a new rope Necklace because your so Glam If looks could **** I'd die on the spot and My heart would give out From that look you gave Me

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC

If Looks Could ****

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Tears Tears Tears They mingle w/ the Fears Fears Fears Anger Anger Anger Reflects the Danger Danger Danger Bruises Bruises Bruises Shows how many battles I've Losed Losed Losed Ache Ache Ache Where my big heart Breaks Breaks Breaks

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC

Feelings

Tears Tears Tears They mingle w/ the Fears Fears Fears Anger Anger Anger Reflects the Danger Danger Danger Bruises Bruises Bruises Shows how many battles I've Losed Losed Losed Ache Ache Ache Where my big heart Breaks Breaks Breaks

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Living life is too easy but pretending life is easy is too hard Though I will say my silent goodbyes Everything dies but not everything lives The life I gained the life I lost the life I replaced The pain in life came from a previous life The tears in life come from the regrets The anger in life came from things you couldn't change The sight in life came from the blindness The confusion in life came from blankness The sadness in life came from the heartache The memories in life came from the moments In life death flashes before your eyes In death life flashes before your eyes

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC

My Life Today

Living life is too easy but pretending life is easy is too hard Though I will say my silent goodbyes Everything dies but not everything lives The life I gained the life I lost the life I replaced The pain in life came from a previous life The tears in life come from the regrets The anger in life came from things you couldn't change The sight in life came from the blindness The confusion in life came from blankness The sadness in life came from the heartache The memories in life came from the moments In life death flashes before your eyes In death life flashes before your eyes

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Have you ever sat and down and thought about stuff but not really think about them all? Have you ever wondered why the bad things happen after the good things? Have you ever wondered what it is that wipes all the great things from your mind? Have you ever regretted making a decision that could have changed or prevented something else? Have you ever needed to cry so bad but the corners of your eyes refuse it? Have you ever felt so pathetic that it hurts your heart knowing what you've become lately? Have you ever felt so ashamed that you hide behind a curtain of make believe everyday? Have you ever been so ashamed of what you are or what you've become that you think life would be better without you in it? Have you ever cried in an apology so hard that they think your faking it really well? Have you ever wanted to die so bad, that you think life is just the sentence instead? I, Catherine Francis Pelletier, do.

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC

Have you ever?

Have you ever sat and down and thought about stuff but not really think about them all? Have you ever wondered why the bad things happen after the good things? Have you ever wondered what it is that wipes all the great things from your mind? Have you ever regretted making a decision that could have changed or prevented something else? Have you ever needed to cry so bad but the corners of your eyes refuse it? Have you ever felt so pathetic that it hurts your heart knowing what you've become lately? Have you ever felt so ashamed that you hide behind a curtain of make believe everyday? Have you ever been so ashamed of what you are or what you've become that you think life would be better without you in it? Have you ever cried in an apology so hard that they think your faking it really well? Have you ever wanted to die so bad, that you think life is just the sentence instead? I, Catherine Francis Pelletier, do.

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Trying to say what you feel But no words can describe the horror No eraser can rid the words of pain in lead No white out can erase scars of ink Permanent That's what pain is Sticks with you forever like a cut or tattoo Cover yourself up so nobody can see The true self you are Lie to yourself Feed your mind thoughts and stories of what you can be instead of are Because that's reality The invisible noise choking the speech of truth The mirror your fist can't break Only see the shattered reflection Waiting for your life to break like the pieces of glass Or maybe that's it The pieces refusing to fall is faith Expecting them to fall But knowing they won't Like a cracked painting It looks like it will fall apart but with faith it can stick together through all the cracks The watercolours are a metaphor of emotions One solid color is strong then fades to a pastel and swirls with the next hue A barely there shade you have to Try to see The chaotic stokes of the brush by a mad painter trying to captures scene or moment that will last forever only in memory Or hell Even a photograph A black and white scene that helps you remember But you can't remember the emotions Only a snapshot of life One moment you had But life goes on Like a jewelry box you wind it up So tights sometimes The song plays rapidly Letting loose the notes it has Withheld from the silence And eventually lingers away from Sound Like a grand piano You see it's Beauty but not it's pain You see the ivory keys You do not see their chips You see the strings You do not see how their torn under pressure You don't know So don't assume

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC

Melody of Watercolors

Trying to say what you feel But no words can describe the horror No eraser can rid the words of pain in lead No white out can erase scars of ink Permanent That's what pain is Sticks with you forever like a cut or tattoo Cover yourself up so nobody can see The true self you are Lie to yourself Feed your mind thoughts and stories of what you can be instead of are Because that's reality The invisible noise choking the speech of truth The mirror your fist can't break Only see the shattered reflection Waiting for your life to break like the pieces of glass Or maybe that's it The pieces refusing to fall is faith Expecting them to fall But knowing they won't Like a cracked painting It looks like it will fall apart but with faith it can stick together through all the cracks The watercolours are a metaphor of emotions One solid color is strong then fades to a pastel and swirls with the next hue A barely there shade you have to Try to see The chaotic stokes of the brush by a mad painter trying to captures scene or moment that will last forever only in memory Or hell Even a photograph A black and white scene that helps you remember But you can't remember the emotions Only a snapshot of life One moment you had But life goes on Like a jewelry box you wind it up So tights sometimes The song plays rapidly Letting loose the notes it has Withheld from the silence And eventually lingers away from Sound Like a grand piano You see it's Beauty but not it's pain You see the ivory keys You do not see their chips You see the strings You do not see how their torn under pressure You don't know So don't assume

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Haunted words Haunted mind Looking for something I cannot find Looking through the dark Is the hardest thing of all Trusting your instincts But waiting to fall I can the reaper At the edge of the clearing He knows what I know He knows what I'm fearing He walks over slowly Not looking at me But my surroundings Waiting to be free I try to run away In slow motion time I'm suffering the consequence Of a high crime Slipping through time Falling through nothing Tumbling through gravity But not even rushing This is punishment Enduring forever Forgetting the ending Never, never Still walking the reaper stands Alone in the trees disappearing He stands looking grim And looking leering His hooded cloak Ripples in the air The balances in his hand Are equal and fair I'm a goner with Nowhere left to hide Now he takes my hand And guides me through the night He's locked me in his chains It's already be an eternity I guess that's what's what happens When you have nowhere left to go Purgatory

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

Purgatory

Haunted words Haunted mind Looking for something I cannot find Looking through the dark Is the hardest thing of all Trusting your instincts But waiting to fall I can the reaper At the edge of the clearing He knows what I know He knows what I'm fearing He walks over slowly Not looking at me But my surroundings Waiting to be free I try to run away In slow motion time I'm suffering the consequence Of a high crime Slipping through time Falling through nothing Tumbling through gravity But not even rushing This is punishment Enduring forever Forgetting the ending Never, never Still walking the reaper stands Alone in the trees disappearing He stands looking grim And looking leering His hooded cloak Ripples in the air The balances in his hand Are equal and fair I'm a goner with Nowhere left to hide Now he takes my hand And guides me through the night He's locked me in his chains It's already be an eternity I guess that's what's what happens When you have nowhere left to go Purgatory

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