corinne-3 - Hello Poetry

It was this robotic effortlessness, Getting on the plane Landing in this place I will now call my homeland I slept soundly on the flight It did not feel so definite. There would always be other planes Planes that can rescue me and take me back (Until I sign those papers to enlist, then I cannot leave the country for the next three years) But I tried not to think about that Something took over my body I methodically went through the motions for this first month here. Visited the family, set up meetings, then went to them Though slowly it feels like this fear is creeping in That feeling of no safety net The clouds, the ideals, and then there is this crash of the actual reality of this But also this is exactly what I expected. Slowly the robot is beginning to feel some feels Slowly boys are starting to matter to me Slowly my friends are starting to make me feel like I care about them and I care when they don't invite me out. Slowly it begins to hurt seeing my father on that hospital bed Suddenly the missiles are no longer a distant threat, but things that explode before your eyes. Slowly emotions are beginning to show up again (and most of these emotions are not happy ones) So I'm scared This robot has broken down Now it's up to me to put back the pieces of a happy human.

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC

Robotic Effertlessness

It was this robotic effortlessness, Getting on the plane Landing in this place I will now call my homeland I slept soundly on the flight It did not feel so definite. There would always be other planes Planes that can rescue me and take me back (Until I sign those papers to enlist, then I cannot leave the country for the next three years) But I tried not to think about that Something took over my body I methodically went through the motions for this first month here. Visited the family, set up meetings, then went to them Though slowly it feels like this fear is creeping in That feeling of no safety net The clouds, the ideals, and then there is this crash of the actual reality of this But also this is exactly what I expected. Slowly the robot is beginning to feel some feels Slowly boys are starting to matter to me Slowly my friends are starting to make me feel like I care about them and I care when they don't invite me out. Slowly it begins to hurt seeing my father on that hospital bed Suddenly the missiles are no longer a distant threat, but things that explode before your eyes. Slowly emotions are beginning to show up again (and most of these emotions are not happy ones) So I'm scared This robot has broken down Now it's up to me to put back the pieces of a happy human.

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And just like that I am plunging head-first through the clouds Headed straight for the wide open sea. No parachute to cushion my landing, No safety net underneath me Nothing but my trust in the unforeseen future, trust that this ocean will not just swallow me up but also spit me out.

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC

Plunging

And just like that I am plunging head-first through the clouds Headed straight for the wide open sea. No parachute to cushion my landing, No safety net underneath me Nothing but my trust in the unforeseen future, trust that this ocean will not just swallow me up but also spit me out.

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One day I will be different. One day My legs will push faster One day The approval in myself Will be greater than any superficial recognition Only those days feel so far away sometimes.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC

At some point.

One day I will be different. One day My legs will push faster One day The approval in myself Will be greater than any superficial recognition Only those days feel so far away sometimes.

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I can see right through you I can look past your cold skin, brutal glares, and excluding words. and there is not much underneath A little girl lost In a world too mature for her. Insecure, Weak, And Scared. because you are not above me. Self-riotousness can only get you so far. (I know that deep down, you actually do care)

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC

B*tches.

I can see right through you I can look past your cold skin, brutal glares, and excluding words. and there is not much underneath A little girl lost In a world too mature for her. Insecure, Weak, And Scared. because you are not above me. Self-riotousness can only get you so far. (I know that deep down, you actually do care)

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I am small sometimes. I hide behind my crossed arms. I live in the spaces between my words. I encase myself in this world that no one can penetrate This world that revolves around me. Because only then can I live large.

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC

Sometimes.

I am small sometimes. I hide behind my crossed arms. I live in the spaces between my words. I encase myself in this world that no one can penetrate This world that revolves around me. Because only then can I live large.

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