charlie-dragon - Hello Poetry

I see her as I look across the hallway I watch her work The way she bites her lip as she writes Her eyes flick up to yours and you look away Pretending not to see her The conversations you have About crushes is not about her To your friends Your one true love is James from maths Not her Because you fear what they think The one word that will ruin your life ****** The word that stings your ears Something that you wish you could hide Something you don't want to embrace Something that kills you inside So you don't speak to her in the hallway You don't return her smile You. Let her think you hate her You swallow up your pride Because you don't really know what's happening Because you have to be sure Because people's words sting They hurt But what do they know If you don't speak your mind Then you have no voice at all Go to pride Go have fun Go with your loved ones Go make your own path Don't let other people's opinions shape your future. Choose your own path, if you can't find it then it's up to you to make i.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC

Another pride poem

I see her as I look across the hallway I watch her work The way she bites her lip as she writes Her eyes flick up to yours and you look away Pretending not to see her The conversations you have About crushes is not about her To your friends Your one true love is James from maths Not her Because you fear what they think The one word that will ruin your life ****** The word that stings your ears Something that you wish you could hide Something you don't want to embrace Something that kills you inside So you don't speak to her in the hallway You don't return her smile You. Let her think you hate her You swallow up your pride Because you don't really know what's happening Because you have to be sure Because people's words sting They hurt But what do they know If you don't speak your mind Then you have no voice at all Go to pride Go have fun Go with your loved ones Go make your own path Don't let other people's opinions shape your future. Choose your own path, if you can't find it then it's up to you to make i.

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Red is the colour of passion, The colour she died her hair. Orange is the colour of a carnation, So pure and so fair, Yellow is the colour of Happiness, The joy and glee in a smile. Green is the colour of nature, So fresh and refreshing. Blue is the colour of sadness, When you need a helping hand. Indigo is the colour underneath your eyes, When you stay up late with those you love. Violet is the colour of her ribbon, When she leaves your room at dawn. Love is beautiful, Love is special. Don't let it go by you. COME TO PRIDE Find yourself

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Jun 2, 2017

Jun 2, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC

Pride

Red is the colour of passion, The colour she died her hair. Orange is the colour of a carnation, So pure and so fair, Yellow is the colour of Happiness, The joy and glee in a smile. Green is the colour of nature, So fresh and refreshing. Blue is the colour of sadness, When you need a helping hand. Indigo is the colour underneath your eyes, When you stay up late with those you love. Violet is the colour of her ribbon, When she leaves your room at dawn. Love is beautiful, Love is special. Don't let it go by you. COME TO PRIDE Find yourself

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She is a cup of coffee The way she glides across the classroom to her seat The way her hair bounces like the foam on top She is smooth and beautiful I love the idea of her and her smell And her rich completion The way her dark skin feels and the way she talks She is a cup of coffee She seems nice on the outside But after one task She is bitter, and gives you a good kick She talks behind their backs and sniggers She cackles an evil laugh But in the end She is the cup of coffee I will never have The cup of coffee I regret not having

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC

Not my cup of tea

She is a cup of coffee The way she glides across the classroom to her seat The way her hair bounces like the foam on top She is smooth and beautiful I love the idea of her and her smell And her rich completion The way her dark skin feels and the way she talks She is a cup of coffee She seems nice on the outside But after one task She is bitter, and gives you a good kick She talks behind their backs and sniggers She cackles an evil laugh But in the end She is the cup of coffee I will never have The cup of coffee I regret not having

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9 YEARS OLD Daddy told me I'm special, I'm his perfect little girl. Daddy leaves bruises on my body Daddy doesn't hit me he says "it was only a smack" 10 YEARS OLD Daddy told me that i am slow If I carry on this way i will never get a job He moves me to another school I don't care, at least here they wont make fun of my mum, 11 YEARS OLD I cant keep up with my school work the class moves to fast my father hits, punches and slaps my father breaks my pencil i tell my friend that he snapped my pencil Daddy overhears he says "don't tell people what happens at home or daddy will go to jail" I didn't think that what he was doing was wrong I thought that everyone got this too 12 YEARS OLD I'm in a school and having lots of fun Daddy says to make no friends that i shouldn't trust anyone he doesn't hit anymore he threatens me at home 15 YEARS OLD I have few friends that know nothing about my home My parents are no longer together and i feel completely alone I have no trust no family nothing at all Daddy tells me i can tell him everything I tell him how i feel He hits my wall, i see his eyes turn red Daddy says "If you were my son i would his the crap out of you" because he thinks that its ok to his a boy but not a girl and that is not ok. i want to die i cant go on I look him in the eye this is not my Daddy this is a man, who i have never known He thinks im going to **** myself so he leaves me with with one thing The man says "If you **** yourself, i Will **** myself" to try to make me feel guilty it only makes me think that If my death will result in his then the world is better off without me

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May 13, 2017

May 13, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC

DADDY SAID NO

9 YEARS OLD Daddy told me I'm special, I'm his perfect little girl. Daddy leaves bruises on my body Daddy doesn't hit me he says "it was only a smack" 10 YEARS OLD Daddy told me that i am slow If I carry on this way i will never get a job He moves me to another school I don't care, at least here they wont make fun of my mum, 11 YEARS OLD I cant keep up with my school work the class moves to fast my father hits, punches and slaps my father breaks my pencil i tell my friend that he snapped my pencil Daddy overhears he says "don't tell people what happens at home or daddy will go to jail" I didn't think that what he was doing was wrong I thought that everyone got this too 12 YEARS OLD I'm in a school and having lots of fun Daddy says to make no friends that i shouldn't trust anyone he doesn't hit anymore he threatens me at home 15 YEARS OLD I have few friends that know nothing about my home My parents are no longer together and i feel completely alone I have no trust no family nothing at all Daddy tells me i can tell him everything I tell him how i feel He hits my wall, i see his eyes turn red Daddy says "If you were my son i would his the crap out of you" because he thinks that its ok to his a boy but not a girl and that is not ok. i want to die i cant go on I look him in the eye this is not my Daddy this is a man, who i have never known He thinks im going to **** myself so he leaves me with with one thing The man says "If you **** yourself, i Will **** myself" to try to make me feel guilty it only makes me think that If my death will result in his then the world is better off without me

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I am trapped by my body Restricted by my skin You told me not to worry In this body I don't fit in I am stuck inside my thoughts It gets worse day by day You told me to call all the shots But I am molded out of clay Enlisted in you army Like I don't even exist You try your best to calm me But I still persist I will not let you trap me I will not enlist One day you will regret the day That you let me do this In my hand there are some pills I sob as I down 20 I lay down on my bathroom floor When I close my eyes it stops

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May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC

Trapped

I am trapped by my body Restricted by my skin You told me not to worry In this body I don't fit in I am stuck inside my thoughts It gets worse day by day You told me to call all the shots But I am molded out of clay Enlisted in you army Like I don't even exist You try your best to calm me But I still persist I will not let you trap me I will not enlist One day you will regret the day That you let me do this In my hand there are some pills I sob as I down 20 I lay down on my bathroom floor When I close my eyes it stops

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People are tip toeing around me, I am a bomb waiting to go off. Unstable, One false move and I will blow. Disappointment, That's my new name as I succeed nothing. I am on a park bench, I blew up, I killed all those I love. I sit as a tear falls down my cheek, I sob in silence hoping that someone will find me, I need help, no one responds to my cry, They walk past me ask me how I am, "I'm not fine" I don't say, Instead I say, "It's nothing" Tonight I run home. Steam fogs up the window as I run a warm bath, I cry out for help but no one can hear me, I explode. I bring the razor to my wrist, There is no pain as I am numb, Blood runs into the bath, I scream for help but no one comes, One more cut on the other wrist, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, Then I see nothing.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC

Time Bomb

People are tip toeing around me, I am a bomb waiting to go off. Unstable, One false move and I will blow. Disappointment, That's my new name as I succeed nothing. I am on a park bench, I blew up, I killed all those I love. I sit as a tear falls down my cheek, I sob in silence hoping that someone will find me, I need help, no one responds to my cry, They walk past me ask me how I am, "I'm not fine" I don't say, Instead I say, "It's nothing" Tonight I run home. Steam fogs up the window as I run a warm bath, I cry out for help but no one can hear me, I explode. I bring the razor to my wrist, There is no pain as I am numb, Blood runs into the bath, I scream for help but no one comes, One more cut on the other wrist, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, Then I see nothing.

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