celery - Hello Poetry

I feel like that's just a fancy way of saying “jumping is the biggest decision a person can make” because choosing to die is the most powerful thing you can do to be free from every wound and trauma to be free from another day or another trial to be free from every single ugly part of living so if my legs took me to my balcony and I stumbled as if I were going to jump do you think I might feel a little of that freedom?

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC

l’appel du vide

I feel like that's just a fancy way of saying “jumping is the biggest decision a person can make” because choosing to die is the most powerful thing you can do to be free from every wound and trauma to be free from another day or another trial to be free from every single ugly part of living so if my legs took me to my balcony and I stumbled as if I were going to jump do you think I might feel a little of that freedom?

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i will not t e a r myself a p a r t to make someone else WHOLE

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC

promise to myself

i will not t e a r myself a p a r t to make someone else WHOLE

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what puts you to sleep at night? what gets you out of bed in the morning? what do you listen to when you're sad? what do you listen to when you think of me? what do you think of the color of the sky? what do you think of the meanings of clouds? do you look at the stars and think of me? do you care if i look at the stars and think of you? whats your favorite scent? what smells remind you of time with me? do you think about the meaning of our lives? do you think about how out of seven billion and counting people you're the one i fell in love with?

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC

things i want to know about you

what puts you to sleep at night? what gets you out of bed in the morning? what do you listen to when you're sad? what do you listen to when you think of me? what do you think of the color of the sky? what do you think of the meanings of clouds? do you look at the stars and think of me? do you care if i look at the stars and think of you? whats your favorite scent? what smells remind you of time with me? do you think about the meaning of our lives? do you think about how out of seven billion and counting people you're the one i fell in love with?

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who was it - walking down the school corridor? a Spanish teacher? an honors student? a football player? you'll never know; you didn't care. did it feel good, mister shooter? to pull the trigger on a mother? a best friend? a boyfriend? to take the lives of family and friends and lovers of innocent people? was seeing those who have hurt you suffer by your hand worth a life behind bars? 16 years old yet you think you have the right to take away life?

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC

the questions i have for you

who was it - walking down the school corridor? a Spanish teacher? an honors student? a football player? you'll never know; you didn't care. did it feel good, mister shooter? to pull the trigger on a mother? a best friend? a boyfriend? to take the lives of family and friends and lovers of innocent people? was seeing those who have hurt you suffer by your hand worth a life behind bars? 16 years old yet you think you have the right to take away life?

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who were you before you were hurt?

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC

identity

who were you before you were hurt?

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if the sun doesn't embrace you with warmth then i will. if the leaves don't blush red and fall for you then i will. if the flowers don't bloom and burst for you then i will. if the ocean doesn't sing you to sleep then i will. and if this poem doesn't love you then i will.

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC

if ... then

if the sun doesn't embrace you with warmth then i will. if the leaves don't blush red and fall for you then i will. if the flowers don't bloom and burst for you then i will. if the ocean doesn't sing you to sleep then i will. and if this poem doesn't love you then i will.

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if i could write you a love poem you know in an instant i would but no words i could ever comprehend would possibly be enough to tell you how every day every inch of my skin yearns for your touch and i want nothing more than to crawl inside of you so that i never have to be away from you to tell you how whenever i think of you somewhere inside of me lights up i want to pull that light out of me and give it to you so you know how i feel to tell you how i know it’s not fathomable yet i fall for you more every day i want to peek inside your brain and know that you’re thinking about me as much as i do you to tell you how i’m afraid that someday i’ll lose you and i’d rather you **** me because i would rather die by your hands than to live to see someone else take what’s mine.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC

the only kind of love i know

if i could write you a love poem you know in an instant i would but no words i could ever comprehend would possibly be enough to tell you how every day every inch of my skin yearns for your touch and i want nothing more than to crawl inside of you so that i never have to be away from you to tell you how whenever i think of you somewhere inside of me lights up i want to pull that light out of me and give it to you so you know how i feel to tell you how i know it’s not fathomable yet i fall for you more every day i want to peek inside your brain and know that you’re thinking about me as much as i do you to tell you how i’m afraid that someday i’ll lose you and i’d rather you **** me because i would rather die by your hands than to live to see someone else take what’s mine.

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when i first laid eyes on you you captivated me with you dark, round eyes and your full, brilliant lips only to speak even more brilliant things “FeelsGoodMan” you whispered to me and i caressed your green skin i saved many different versions of you for they were all so perfect i was there for you and you for me but one day you left me for my love was not enough to match the attention of millions of normies. yet still i love you although you left me and maybe you weren’t my first love probably not my last either you are the most important.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC

pepe

when i first laid eyes on you you captivated me with you dark, round eyes and your full, brilliant lips only to speak even more brilliant things “FeelsGoodMan” you whispered to me and i caressed your green skin i saved many different versions of you for they were all so perfect i was there for you and you for me but one day you left me for my love was not enough to match the attention of millions of normies. yet still i love you although you left me and maybe you weren’t my first love probably not my last either you are the most important.

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your scars are not beautiful nobody is going to kiss your cuts and you are not a tiger whose earned their stripes nor are you desirable for the gap between your legs or for your ribs trying to escape your chest nobody wants to see your bones you are not strong and you are not a hero for going days without eating feeling empty is not romantic nobody is coming to save you nobody else can fix you.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC

your disease is not "aesthetic"

your scars are not beautiful nobody is going to kiss your cuts and you are not a tiger whose earned their stripes nor are you desirable for the gap between your legs or for your ribs trying to escape your chest nobody wants to see your bones you are not strong and you are not a hero for going days without eating feeling empty is not romantic nobody is coming to save you nobody else can fix you.

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i’m terrified because i know one day i’ll die not just my body but my memory everything that remains of me one day i’ll truly die nobody will whisper my name again and i’ll become irrelevant insignificant unimportant someday, nobody will think of me ever again all i was all i wish i could be all i will be will mean nothing.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC

despair

i’m terrified because i know one day i’ll die not just my body but my memory everything that remains of me one day i’ll truly die nobody will whisper my name again and i’ll become irrelevant insignificant unimportant someday, nobody will think of me ever again all i was all i wish i could be all i will be will mean nothing.

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