cora-penelope-rose - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I want to hide away. I don't want them to see me. They are only pretending like everyone else. Maybe I'm too broken for love. Don't worry I'm use to being left in the cold. I'll smile and pretend and put on show. I know I'm not worth your time nor efforts. I never will be. But thank you for pretending you care.

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

sometimes.

Sometimes I want to hide away. I don't want them to see me. They are only pretending like everyone else. Maybe I'm too broken for love. Don't worry I'm use to being left in the cold. I'll smile and pretend and put on show. I know I'm not worth your time nor efforts. I never will be. But thank you for pretending you care.

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I want to be stronger I’m sorry... my hands are shaking... Heart aching.... I’m hurting. Can you hear when I call you with my thoughts? Tears falling... calling.. time stalling barely breathing... hardly seeing anything clearly. Your voice... oh how I miss your voice the way it moved me... The way I shivered and smiled till my face hurt laughing... Never wanting it to end. I’m here... I’m safe... I’m scared... BUT Im here.... don’t worry... This little bird is fine tired, but alive feeling you... close... They say when you love someone you’re never far apart and praying that that’s true. Till we can be close again.. I’m holding you in my thoughts... In my heart... If you listen hard enough, maybe you can hear my thoughts... This little bird is fine.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

this little bird

I want to be stronger I’m sorry... my hands are shaking... Heart aching.... I’m hurting. Can you hear when I call you with my thoughts? Tears falling... calling.. time stalling barely breathing... hardly seeing anything clearly. Your voice... oh how I miss your voice the way it moved me... The way I shivered and smiled till my face hurt laughing... Never wanting it to end. I’m here... I’m safe... I’m scared... BUT Im here.... don’t worry... This little bird is fine tired, but alive feeling you... close... They say when you love someone you’re never far apart and praying that that’s true. Till we can be close again.. I’m holding you in my thoughts... In my heart... If you listen hard enough, maybe you can hear my thoughts... This little bird is fine.

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She slipped quietly away in the night out the door Not to flee Although she wanted to. But simply to look at the sky. To find the moon that she knew lied above her over crowded and young head She smiled up at the blackened sky. Then she found the object of her affection. Brightly shinning on her nearly carmel skin. She spoke sweet words to the light that was in the darkness. She made it brief but she longed to be embraced. She smiled and she breathed deeply. She felt her insides grow with warmth. She wished for more.. but for now the light of the moon would have to do. “I love you,” she whispered then she again hid away in the house once more with hope for a better tomorrow.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

The light of the moon

She slipped quietly away in the night out the door Not to flee Although she wanted to. But simply to look at the sky. To find the moon that she knew lied above her over crowded and young head She smiled up at the blackened sky. Then she found the object of her affection. Brightly shinning on her nearly carmel skin. She spoke sweet words to the light that was in the darkness. She made it brief but she longed to be embraced. She smiled and she breathed deeply. She felt her insides grow with warmth. She wished for more.. but for now the light of the moon would have to do. “I love you,” she whispered then she again hid away in the house once more with hope for a better tomorrow.

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Screaming out of help, calling for something more, wandering through the maze that I crave of the life I live. Fear cloaks me, The truth gets caught in my throat, then, I’m gasping for air. Wishing for happiness to push away despair. Part of me wanting to disappear. To hide from them to hide from myself my torn disposition my broken smile. I can’t pretend my whole life Please release me please let me run Please let me flee from this place Sickened by my thoughts sickened by my distant dreams sickened by the loss of myself please shadows of my mind... don’t overtake me... Someone save me something save me... pull me up I’m clinging sinking needlessly choking on my own victim mentality. Most of my days are all the same.. Just like this.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

Most of my days

Screaming out of help, calling for something more, wandering through the maze that I crave of the life I live. Fear cloaks me, The truth gets caught in my throat, then, I’m gasping for air. Wishing for happiness to push away despair. Part of me wanting to disappear. To hide from them to hide from myself my torn disposition my broken smile. I can’t pretend my whole life Please release me please let me run Please let me flee from this place Sickened by my thoughts sickened by my distant dreams sickened by the loss of myself please shadows of my mind... don’t overtake me... Someone save me something save me... pull me up I’m clinging sinking needlessly choking on my own victim mentality. Most of my days are all the same.. Just like this.

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Shining light within me, why can’t I see you? Why do you allude me so? when I search so high and low for you in the cracks and the cloaked spaces of myself. I need to know that I am not only bad, that I am not only here to destroy and break the precious and beautiful accepts that surround me. I’m a little scratched and a little bruised and nicked and a little tattered at the seams, no I’m not proud of it but its true. I’m trying to put myself back together but it’s so easy to break and the needle weaves in and out hoping it holds tight this time. I will find the light, I need to, hidden in the shadows of my own beings. Light, I need you.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

Light

Shining light within me, why can’t I see you? Why do you allude me so? when I search so high and low for you in the cracks and the cloaked spaces of myself. I need to know that I am not only bad, that I am not only here to destroy and break the precious and beautiful accepts that surround me. I’m a little scratched and a little bruised and nicked and a little tattered at the seams, no I’m not proud of it but its true. I’m trying to put myself back together but it’s so easy to break and the needle weaves in and out hoping it holds tight this time. I will find the light, I need to, hidden in the shadows of my own beings. Light, I need you.

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As she sunk down to depths of herself Her arms were weak and fragile just like her spirt. She was close to letting go of the only pieces of herself that made her happy. Then... Suddenly he was there. He pulled her up from her drowning state even when her eyes her full of her pain. Miles separated them as did years.. and yet he was simply there. He claimed he was just a guy... but to her... he was so much more He had in a few days time help mend the tattered and torn expections of friendships and even unknowingly helped her stitch up some of the wounds that covered her back and her heart. She didn’t know that friends existed.. not like this one She told him he was wonderful and he told her she was amazing and for one of the first times in her life she believed the words Thanks and compliments seemed to poor from her heart and for once she didn’t breath so heavy with the counting the number of days before his departure but simply opened herself up and let part of the little girl out that she had trapped there long ago. She found she wasn’t so angry and the fear didn’t eat her like it use to. blushing over took her cheeks and smiles spread across her lips like a pink rose in the midst of spring She couldn’t help but feel good inside and out when they talked and hearing his voice for even seconds was better. She knew with this person she had found not only a friend but a brother someone who gave a **** about her. Who saved from herself. Or maybe helped her save herself. Which she wasn’t sure. All she knew as that she once thought that finding a person to click with was rare.  And now she knew that the real challege was finding someone how you bonded with and connected with.. Who was willing to give more than take. And that’s what she found. She could’nt see the greatness in herself but he could. Prehaps he couldn’t see what hid within himself but she could. For once in her life she was okay with the world not being perfect and prehaps for the first time as well she let herself go. He did so much for her by just being herself.. but in the end the best thing he ever did to her was love his friend for who she was.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

Saved

As she sunk down to depths of herself Her arms were weak and fragile just like her spirt. She was close to letting go of the only pieces of herself that made her happy. Then... Suddenly he was there. He pulled her up from her drowning state even when her eyes her full of her pain. Miles separated them as did years.. and yet he was simply there. He claimed he was just a guy... but to her... he was so much more He had in a few days time help mend the tattered and torn expections of friendships and even unknowingly helped her stitch up some of the wounds that covered her back and her heart. She didn’t know that friends existed.. not like this one She told him he was wonderful and he told her she was amazing and for one of the first times in her life she believed the words Thanks and compliments seemed to poor from her heart and for once she didn’t breath so heavy with the counting the number of days before his departure but simply opened herself up and let part of the little girl out that she had trapped there long ago. She found she wasn’t so angry and the fear didn’t eat her like it use to. blushing over took her cheeks and smiles spread across her lips like a pink rose in the midst of spring She couldn’t help but feel good inside and out when they talked and hearing his voice for even seconds was better. She knew with this person she had found not only a friend but a brother someone who gave a **** about her. Who saved from herself. Or maybe helped her save herself. Which she wasn’t sure. All she knew as that she once thought that finding a person to click with was rare.  And now she knew that the real challege was finding someone how you bonded with and connected with.. Who was willing to give more than take. And that’s what she found. She could’nt see the greatness in herself but he could. Prehaps he couldn’t see what hid within himself but she could. For once in her life she was okay with the world not being perfect and prehaps for the first time as well she let herself go. He did so much for her by just being herself.. but in the end the best thing he ever did to her was love his friend for who she was.

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The darkness covers my lungs and it feels like Im drowning I gasp for air in hopes to breath in light. I’m desperate. I scream silently and I’m waiting for something... anything The answers I seek are only met with my questions. And now I’ve lost all sense of direction and I don’t know if I’m sinking or floating. I know for certain I’m not swimming For I can’t will myself to move. I gasp needing to feel light help me gain back what the bitter sweet dark has taken away. I use to beg for morning light to take away this blackness but oh no. It’s not that simple. Now the light only brings out the sewing kit I take the red thread and sew my smile on right in the place I know it belongs. I wish I had thicker string because this one breaks to easy. I pull my hair back and slip my clothes on and I walk the world as if I have nothing to hide. Nothing that haunts me in some late hours of the night.  I pretend that I am as innocent as I look. Oh sweet Sun you are just my puppeteer until the night comes and plays a different tune for me to dance too. Why do I give so much control of my bandaged and duct tape pieces of myself. For the love of what ever is making this world keep spinning. I’m tired of this helplessness. I hate gulping down shots of light like an addict needing my fix or a pick me up to get me through another day But sadly the light is not my addiction. The dark is that swallows me up with it forged promises and authentic pain that blankets me. I am tired of fighting so tied of it. If some didn’t grasp my hand right before I let myself go. I would have drowned in the misery of this the water red and salty. I beg for them not to let go as they pull me up and nearly get pulled down with me. Please cut my strings I beg I don’t want to be the puppet of the pain anymore Please. You can only cut the bonds you’ve made sweetie I open my eyes as I slice though the first thick cords attached to me and for the first time in a long time I see the me I want to be and I see the light hidden there.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC

cora-penelope-rose

Let me go

The darkness covers my lungs and it feels like Im drowning I gasp for air in hopes to breath in light. I’m desperate. I scream silently and I’m waiting for something... anything The answers I seek are only met with my questions. And now I’ve lost all sense of direction and I don’t know if I’m sinking or floating. I know for certain I’m not swimming For I can’t will myself to move. I gasp needing to feel light help me gain back what the bitter sweet dark has taken away. I use to beg for morning light to take away this blackness but oh no. It’s not that simple. Now the light only brings out the sewing kit I take the red thread and sew my smile on right in the place I know it belongs. I wish I had thicker string because this one breaks to easy. I pull my hair back and slip my clothes on and I walk the world as if I have nothing to hide. Nothing that haunts me in some late hours of the night.  I pretend that I am as innocent as I look. Oh sweet Sun you are just my puppeteer until the night comes and plays a different tune for me to dance too. Why do I give so much control of my bandaged and duct tape pieces of myself. For the love of what ever is making this world keep spinning. I’m tired of this helplessness. I hate gulping down shots of light like an addict needing my fix or a pick me up to get me through another day But sadly the light is not my addiction. The dark is that swallows me up with it forged promises and authentic pain that blankets me. I am tired of fighting so tied of it. If some didn’t grasp my hand right before I let myself go. I would have drowned in the misery of this the water red and salty. I beg for them not to let go as they pull me up and nearly get pulled down with me. Please cut my strings I beg I don’t want to be the puppet of the pain anymore Please. You can only cut the bonds you’ve made sweetie I open my eyes as I slice though the first thick cords attached to me and for the first time in a long time I see the me I want to be and I see the light hidden there.

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