ellie-3 - Hello Poetry

She goes about her day to day and does her duties to perfection, She cries alone and works her way through fears and self rejection. No one knows this angel is carrying around such grief, If they only saw a glimpse of things they'd sigh in disbelief. She seems to be so perfect not one single flaw, Everyone looks at her with envy If they only knew it all. Her heart aches with loneliness and her tears disguised with pride, Why does she care what they think its becoming too much for her to hide. She sits at home and pours her heart out to a man that doesn't really care, He never hears a word she says he looks right through her as if she's not really there. She is running out of friends to confide in and family's gone astray, Alone and broken hearted, she slits her wrists and slowly fades away.

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Dec 4, 2012

Dec 4, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC

Depression

She goes about her day to day and does her duties to perfection, She cries alone and works her way through fears and self rejection. No one knows this angel is carrying around such grief, If they only saw a glimpse of things they'd sigh in disbelief. She seems to be so perfect not one single flaw, Everyone looks at her with envy If they only knew it all. Her heart aches with loneliness and her tears disguised with pride, Why does she care what they think its becoming too much for her to hide. She sits at home and pours her heart out to a man that doesn't really care, He never hears a word she says he looks right through her as if she's not really there. She is running out of friends to confide in and family's gone astray, Alone and broken hearted, she slits her wrists and slowly fades away.

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One more year older, Another year wise. Pity that you haven't grown, One year in size. You are a great friend, And an even better best one. You have shown me how to enjoy life, And just have some fun. I'm eight days older than you, Which means I'm the boss. And here's what I say: "Go get lost!" Let loose, go and party, Enjoy your special day. It only happens once a year, So shout "Hooray!"

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Nov 6, 2012

Nov 6, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC

Happy Birthday Lincoln

One more year older, Another year wise. Pity that you haven't grown, One year in size. You are a great friend, And an even better best one. You have shown me how to enjoy life, And just have some fun. I'm eight days older than you, Which means I'm the boss. And here's what I say: "Go get lost!" Let loose, go and party, Enjoy your special day. It only happens once a year, So shout "Hooray!"

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I'm a freak. A ****** That's what I'm known as. Or I could just be different. Who said your favourite colour had to be pink to be cool? Who made this rulebook? So what if I prefer combat boots to stilettos? What if I want to be different? I am me. Just. Me. And if you don't like it, you can ignore it! And, newsflash: You don't have to like me. I'm not a facebook status! Because you know what? I tried being normal. But it got boring. So I went back to being myself.

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Oct 18, 2012

Oct 18, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC

Different

I'm a freak. A ****** That's what I'm known as. Or I could just be different. Who said your favourite colour had to be pink to be cool? Who made this rulebook? So what if I prefer combat boots to stilettos? What if I want to be different? I am me. Just. Me. And if you don't like it, you can ignore it! And, newsflash: You don't have to like me. I'm not a facebook status! Because you know what? I tried being normal. But it got boring. So I went back to being myself.

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I am running so fast, With no one to stop me. I have been freed at last, I am finally happy. You have kept me holed up for years, But now I am gone. And I have no more tears, I am in a better form. You told me I was worthless, Then I started to believe you. I was an emotional wreck, Until I started anew. My new life is without a person like you are, I realized I don't need you. Which makes me much happier, So now, you are gone. Phew! I hope you miss me, I hope you regret what you caused. Because even though I am happy, What you did was against the laws. So maybe one day, I'll see you once more. And then your dead body, Will lay on the floor. I hate physical pain, But stored anger builds up. And going down memory lane, I yell "That's enough!" I'm done, I am finished. We had fun, But you left my heart mished. So I will forget, What we once had. Because the past is yet, To leave the world that bad.

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Oct 17, 2012

Oct 17, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC

A New Life

I am running so fast, With no one to stop me. I have been freed at last, I am finally happy. You have kept me holed up for years, But now I am gone. And I have no more tears, I am in a better form. You told me I was worthless, Then I started to believe you. I was an emotional wreck, Until I started anew. My new life is without a person like you are, I realized I don't need you. Which makes me much happier, So now, you are gone. Phew! I hope you miss me, I hope you regret what you caused. Because even though I am happy, What you did was against the laws. So maybe one day, I'll see you once more. And then your dead body, Will lay on the floor. I hate physical pain, But stored anger builds up. And going down memory lane, I yell "That's enough!" I'm done, I am finished. We had fun, But you left my heart mished. So I will forget, What we once had. Because the past is yet, To leave the world that bad.

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I see you running through the white snow, Your ebony black hair whipping around in the wind. I call out your name, and you spin around, looking to and frow, This is when most people would stare. Your honey coloured eyes and porcelain face give you an innocent look, But I know what is on your mind. I can read you like a book, You are wearing a mischievous smile, and I know what that means. Before I have time to react, my face gets slammed with a snowball, We end up play-fighting for ages. And I build a snow wall. After having an awesome day, we lie down in the snow and talk for hours. I can see the delicate white snowflakes, Cascading down your head. And soon enough, the myriad makes, A crown upon your hair. We are friends forever, Just us against the world. We will never part, never ever, Because its been like this for a while now, and nothing has stopped us before.

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Oct 17, 2012

Oct 17, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC

You And Me, Plus The Snow

I see you running through the white snow, Your ebony black hair whipping around in the wind. I call out your name, and you spin around, looking to and frow, This is when most people would stare. Your honey coloured eyes and porcelain face give you an innocent look, But I know what is on your mind. I can read you like a book, You are wearing a mischievous smile, and I know what that means. Before I have time to react, my face gets slammed with a snowball, We end up play-fighting for ages. And I build a snow wall. After having an awesome day, we lie down in the snow and talk for hours. I can see the delicate white snowflakes, Cascading down your head. And soon enough, the myriad makes, A crown upon your hair. We are friends forever, Just us against the world. We will never part, never ever, Because its been like this for a while now, and nothing has stopped us before.

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You are perfect with your imperfections, You are the one I want to be. You make me aspire to do things, You are a role - model for me. You are kind, you are smart, You're lovable and free. It seems you've unlocked the door to perfection, Please can I borrow the key? Not only only that, but you have been blessed with looks, And a heart as pure as the sea. I love you for being you, But I despise you for being better than me. I think you are wonderful - don't get me wrong, I am just being a pain in the knee. Don't worry your flawless perfect face, It is just me being me. This is what I thought of you, Until I could see... That you have problems too, Just like everyone - and me. This has taught me not to judge, Where as I am now able to see. I am no longer blind in stubbornness, So thankyou for being patient with me.

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 7:34 AM UTC

Perfect

You are perfect with your imperfections, You are the one I want to be. You make me aspire to do things, You are a role - model for me. You are kind, you are smart, You're lovable and free. It seems you've unlocked the door to perfection, Please can I borrow the key? Not only only that, but you have been blessed with looks, And a heart as pure as the sea. I love you for being you, But I despise you for being better than me. I think you are wonderful - don't get me wrong, I am just being a pain in the knee. Don't worry your flawless perfect face, It is just me being me. This is what I thought of you, Until I could see... That you have problems too, Just like everyone - and me. This has taught me not to judge, Where as I am now able to see. I am no longer blind in stubbornness, So thankyou for being patient with me.

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My world is shattering Walls falling in on me Each bit of care for my life are crumbling one by one I no longer feel anything, I am a shell of a person I was supposed to take care of you I'm the big sister I failed you I'm sorry I was your protecter, your bodyguard Now you are no longer on this earth, but you will never be forgotten I guess this means 'God' was in need of your sweet pure soul I hope you don't miss me as much as I miss you, then you would be in pain As I think of you, I have no regrets You are perfect to me Is this what it feels like? Love? When you care more about someone else's life more than your own? Is this love? I guess so. I love you.

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Oct 15, 2012

Oct 15, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC

I'm sorry

My world is shattering Walls falling in on me Each bit of care for my life are crumbling one by one I no longer feel anything, I am a shell of a person I was supposed to take care of you I'm the big sister I failed you I'm sorry I was your protecter, your bodyguard Now you are no longer on this earth, but you will never be forgotten I guess this means 'God' was in need of your sweet pure soul I hope you don't miss me as much as I miss you, then you would be in pain As I think of you, I have no regrets You are perfect to me Is this what it feels like? Love? When you care more about someone else's life more than your own? Is this love? I guess so. I love you.

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The sound of snow crunching under feet. The sound of children, laughing. The sound of trees swaying in the breeze. The sound of birds, engrossed in their song. The sight of white delicate snowflakes blanketing your ebony black hair. The sight of children running freely. The sight of leaves blowing through the wind. The sight of birds, soaring high through the sky. Instead of seeing a flower, I see a beautiful plant that looks untouched by anything mortal. Instead of smelling dead fish, I smell the sand dunes and the sea. Next time you see, smell or hear something, appreciate it. Cherish it. Because tomorrow at least something will have changed. Tomorrow nothing will ever be the same.

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

The sound of snow crunching under feet. The sound of children, laughing. The sound of trees swaying in the breeze. The sound of birds, engrossed in their song. The sight of white delicate snowflakes blanketing your ebony black hair. The sight of children running freely. The sight of leaves blowing through the wind. The sight of birds, soaring high through the sky. Instead of seeing a flower, I see a beautiful plant that looks untouched by anything mortal. Instead of smelling dead fish, I smell the sand dunes and the sea. Next time you see, smell or hear something, appreciate it. Cherish it. Because tomorrow at least something will have changed. Tomorrow nothing will ever be the same.

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Alyra, remember that day? That day at the park? You were three, and I was eleven. We went to the park with Daddy, Mummy, Molly, Arielle, Ella, Erin, and Pete. Remember? You played on the playground with Ella and Arielle. While Erin was teaching me to play basketball. It was around August, so not too hot. After we ate lunch, the big kids played touch footy while you went to the sandpit. At the end is the day, when everyone was talking, you presented me with a big bunch of dandelions. I told you and the girls to collect some more and I'll make jewelry with them? You would take off that silly neckless for hours until it broke. Then, I plaited flowers through your hair. You looked even more beautiful then you already are. Just before sunset we danced and danced and danced. That was the day you taught me 'Doggy Doggy'. We watched the sunset - all of us. You were sitting on my lap telling me about your day at kindy the day before. Alyra, baby girl, try and remember. Because one day, you won't be a baby girl anymore. You'll just have memories. That is why I hang on to them so hard. Because I never want to forget. And I never will. Not when it comes to you.

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC

Remember?

Alyra, remember that day? That day at the park? You were three, and I was eleven. We went to the park with Daddy, Mummy, Molly, Arielle, Ella, Erin, and Pete. Remember? You played on the playground with Ella and Arielle. While Erin was teaching me to play basketball. It was around August, so not too hot. After we ate lunch, the big kids played touch footy while you went to the sandpit. At the end is the day, when everyone was talking, you presented me with a big bunch of dandelions. I told you and the girls to collect some more and I'll make jewelry with them? You would take off that silly neckless for hours until it broke. Then, I plaited flowers through your hair. You looked even more beautiful then you already are. Just before sunset we danced and danced and danced. That was the day you taught me 'Doggy Doggy'. We watched the sunset - all of us. You were sitting on my lap telling me about your day at kindy the day before. Alyra, baby girl, try and remember. Because one day, you won't be a baby girl anymore. You'll just have memories. That is why I hang on to them so hard. Because I never want to forget. And I never will. Not when it comes to you.

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Conflict. War. Battle. Call it what you want. It is all silly. Why do we do this? Why do we fight for land? Does it give us satisfaction when we drive a sword through another's chest? From what I've heard, no. So, why then? Because really, if this goes on... There will be a day when humans will destroy each other. There will be nothing left. We'll have to take drastic measures. If we weren't so obsessed with money and land, then maybe we could change the world. Completely get rid of poverty. Help others. So, in general, the world would be a better place. Tomorrow won't be kinder. Tomorrow won't be a better place. Unless we show we are worthy of a better place. Then, maybe, just maybe, there will be one. "We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and great gift for self-destruction. But who knows? Maybe this is it. The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that."

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 3:30 AM UTC

War

Conflict. War. Battle. Call it what you want. It is all silly. Why do we do this? Why do we fight for land? Does it give us satisfaction when we drive a sword through another's chest? From what I've heard, no. So, why then? Because really, if this goes on... There will be a day when humans will destroy each other. There will be nothing left. We'll have to take drastic measures. If we weren't so obsessed with money and land, then maybe we could change the world. Completely get rid of poverty. Help others. So, in general, the world would be a better place. Tomorrow won't be kinder. Tomorrow won't be a better place. Unless we show we are worthy of a better place. Then, maybe, just maybe, there will be one. "We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and great gift for self-destruction. But who knows? Maybe this is it. The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that."

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