christine-10 - Hello Poetry

where the river pours out into the ocean and the forest is no longer sparse blood when it rushes to my cheeks when our fingertips meet and my eyes are wet you don't see i'm not beautiful on my own you sustain

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Mar 14, 2014

Mar 14, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC

christine-10

my life source

where the river pours out into the ocean and the forest is no longer sparse blood when it rushes to my cheeks when our fingertips meet and my eyes are wet you don't see i'm not beautiful on my own you sustain

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Inhale oxygen exhale sadness in this room around me. Inhale you and I exhale this part of me. This part of me that I just discovered. Parts of me I didn't know about, Parts that could feel happy not by chance But because I have the real deal. Laughter without pain, like a little child again. I am dreaming, quietly asleep. The pain will come back when I wake up, and I will go back, back to feeling like my smile is an act And everyone know its but they know I'm too broken to fix it So they act as all is well, that everything is sunshine. But maybe really everyone just feels cold and insane.

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Aug 20, 2013

Aug 20, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC

christine-10

Sad.

Inhale oxygen exhale sadness in this room around me. Inhale you and I exhale this part of me. This part of me that I just discovered. Parts of me I didn't know about, Parts that could feel happy not by chance But because I have the real deal. Laughter without pain, like a little child again. I am dreaming, quietly asleep. The pain will come back when I wake up, and I will go back, back to feeling like my smile is an act And everyone know its but they know I'm too broken to fix it So they act as all is well, that everything is sunshine. But maybe really everyone just feels cold and insane.

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Days never got lonely. They always were. Love hurts when it leaves. This experience I have not had the pleasure. My hurt comes from love, yes. It showed no interest in meeting me.

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Jul 21, 2013

Jul 21, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC

christine-10

Will this lonely view end

Days never got lonely. They always were. Love hurts when it leaves. This experience I have not had the pleasure. My hurt comes from love, yes. It showed no interest in meeting me.

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My best friend was worried about her grades last week. That was, until her car collided with another. Her seatbelt not used, she was flung from the driver's seat. Blood everywhere, her mother now in despair. Mourning faces at her wake, no words helping the fact. My best friend was worried about her grades last week. That was, until her car collided with another. Had she not had her seatbelt on, she may have died. Now with only a busted lip, she can go back to stressing about her grades.

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Apr 10, 2013

Apr 10, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC

christine-10

Simple, Altering Decisions

My best friend was worried about her grades last week. That was, until her car collided with another. Her seatbelt not used, she was flung from the driver's seat. Blood everywhere, her mother now in despair. Mourning faces at her wake, no words helping the fact. My best friend was worried about her grades last week. That was, until her car collided with another. Had she not had her seatbelt on, she may have died. Now with only a busted lip, she can go back to stressing about her grades.

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Simple to do. Difficult to find. Stress, anxiety, consume my breaths. Let me find solitude, to stop, relax. Inhale, exhale.

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC

christine-10

Relief

Simple to do. Difficult to find. Stress, anxiety, consume my breaths. Let me find solitude, to stop, relax. Inhale, exhale.

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*The sun leaves me, I get a glimpse of the darkness. At these hours, my emotions seek refuge, entangling themselves in the life I desire. The lights reveals itself, to expose my faults, influenced by its absence. I love the life the sun provides, but still lust the stillness of a night sky.*

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC

christine-10

Love & Lust

*The sun leaves me, I get a glimpse of the darkness. At these hours, my emotions seek refuge, entangling themselves in the life I desire. The lights reveals itself, to expose my faults, influenced by its absence. I love the life the sun provides, but still lust the stillness of a night sky.*

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When I am at the end of my life, the biggest sigh of relief will be exhausted from my soul. Knowing that even though I held on for what seems like centuries, the longing to let go has been all the more desirable.

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC

christine-10

Heavy Weight

When I am at the end of my life, the biggest sigh of relief will be exhausted from my soul. Knowing that even though I held on for what seems like centuries, the longing to let go has been all the more desirable.

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The dust will settle, the moon will command the tides. If only human emotion was as predictable. Then, I could predict the sun shining through the window, warming your face in the morning. For now I will draw the curtains.

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC

christine-10

People Change

The dust will settle, the moon will command the tides. If only human emotion was as predictable. Then, I could predict the sun shining through the window, warming your face in the morning. For now I will draw the curtains.

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