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emilie-murray
emilie-murray
20/F their lies beauty in pain, / its called poetry. / - N.C
-you’re also like too pretty -u make me too happy a follow out of the blue whats a year when its true friendship or love wheres the line? can we ignore what was once there resist the irresistible u said u hoped i would text i said i hoped you would respond i didnt say i dreamed of you the night i texted not for the first time i’ll admit but this time it was different i was stuck. no way out. or through. or around. out of the blue a doorbell rings and im opening the door and falling into your arms I woke to your message mere hours later im somehow a year back (i really didnt fight that hard though) my heart aches for love to be understood and cherished held in the highest and most deepest of regards i miss that feeling i really did miss you you know every turn a knew reminder every reminder a painful stab of what used to be.. so- right but was now so wrong i lay here in one of few sweatshirts i have left a bastardized relic of the shrine i used to possess wondering if this time it’ll last -ps universe: extra pretty please? iv been going crazy waiting for you
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Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 2:09 PM UTC
right person wrong time
fun for the sake of fun forgetting for the sake of forgetting *** for the sake of *** all is fair in love and- no nothing is fair take not just what you are given but what you can take if you dont they will where should i wear my heart? my cheek? my sleeve? i think i always choose wrong tell me truthfully: does it ever end well?
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Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 1:52 PM UTC
Untitled
God. How am I still not okay? God. It's been so long. God. I'm so tired of life right now. God. What happened to me? I was such a nice kid. I was calm all the time. Mature for my age, Little but so lively. I was so helpful. So loyal. I always supported my trust. But I never really spoke my mind. I was shy. I was small. I never stood up for my feelings I never stood up for myself. And now I'm older. I realize I don't need support. I need myself. I need confidence. Speaking your mind is not wrong. Standing up for your feelings isn't rude. Standing up for yourself isn't mean. Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect. No one's perfect. Not even them. The ones you hate for being so amazing. Maybe she has anxiety. Maybe his mom is alcoholic. No one has a perfect life. There's not one perfect family in the world. There is not a person in the world who's perfect. There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife. But just because you aren't perfect. Doesn't make you less worth it. You're amazing. You're still charming, kind, and strong. You're just more experienced. You just understand some more things now. And maybe, just maybe, You just aren't as shy anymore.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Shy?
Back and forth back and forth, Never knowing always caring Am I to fat, what is my worth? Is the mirror lying? Do I look slutty, do I look prudish Is my hair frizzing up? The boys are acting kind of rudish Will I always be stuck in this rut? I thought I look good today But then I saw the mirror I almost felt good today But now my mind is clearer.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Ugly/Pretty
I wish that everybody would just be quiet And listen to what the birds had to say. The human race can be so insensitive But the worst part is we don't even know we're doing it We crawl through our meaningless lives Pretending like we know what we're doing Apparently, we're the most intelligent of our time I think that should be put up for debate Have you ever thought about what the ladybugs would say? Of course not, because that would be crazy Every single person sees themselves as above at least one thing in life don't even try to deny it How do we constantly live with so much drama? I swear it's getting to my head Just once in my life, I'd like to witness true silence Enough to hear the sound of my own thoughts
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Silence
I don't know who she is, but I can make believe the truth. She’s a princess Of an island Somewhere right outside Peru. She’s the daughter Of a grand king And a lovely queen too. I imagine A long line Of men who’d want to pursue The fair maiden the heiress Of a throne she’ll soon assume. She’ll rule with power and grace, A smile on her face, Kindness in her heart, She’ll give the kingdom a new start. Though some may doubt, I know that's who she'll be. Even if she's not, She'll always be a princess to me.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
A Princess to Me
Sometimes I wonder why I only have two followers on hello poetry Maybe I am too boring Maybe I should stop writing and delete my profile I only get One like for my work Scared that I'd break Poets thanks for the hate! guess I am not so great :( Maybe I am too boring, But I am happy, because I gave my followers some hella great poetry One day you will know I AM GREAT!
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Maybe I am too boring
The flower Of destiny Has no untimely growth I'm wayfarer Of the path Of destiny
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Destiny
The one question that keeps me up at night leaves me more confused than I originally started out what makes most sense in this world filled with lies if you really think about it everything in the world stems down to one word if anyone answered it they would be recognized worldwide but then what? have we finally discovered all their is to know? is that it? the end to our supposed suffering? honestly id rather it a mystery the human race left to fathom the unfathomable it leaves a bit of a tang to the air with a single word hanging over the heads of everyone I bet the answers right on the tip of our noses but were to busy digging into the ground you honestly think you'll find it their? we call ourselves the smartest of our time another question were left to ponder the infamous why
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Why?
hand sewing everything with thread tied in knots putting patterns in places they don't belong binding them together in desperation but it seems the thread of life was unable to keep my patchwork from tearing apart at the seams
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
thread of life