erica-farr - Hello Poetry

Eyes meet Forbidden treasures Hands touch Sunken souls Bodies reach Euphoria So much to come So little left to see Insanity ever present Instinct urging Minds racing Ever empty Soft whispers Audible to one Only one that matters Movements intertwined Perfectly timed Euphoria

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC

erica-farr

11.29.14

Eyes meet Forbidden treasures Hands touch Sunken souls Bodies reach Euphoria So much to come So little left to see Insanity ever present Instinct urging Minds racing Ever empty Soft whispers Audible to one Only one that matters Movements intertwined Perfectly timed Euphoria

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I want someone who wants me for: My eyes The way they light up when I talk about music And movies And the person I love And when I'm excited My lips When I'm talking too fast and nothing can stop me When I'm singing horribly Or singing very well When I make stupid faces When I smile And when I frown My hair When I haven't showered in days When I took hours to make it just right When I'm too lazy to brush it When it's up in a bun When it flips around when I get really excited When I'm running and it sways with every step My hands When I'm signing something that you'll never understand no matter how many times I tell you what it means When I'm writing and they're flying across the paper When I'm texting too fast or too slow When I'm tracing stupid little shapes on your arm or leg or stomach because I just want to feel you When I'm cold and they're balled up in little fists When I'm holding on to you because I'm scared or nervous or tired When I'm hold your hand When I'm playing with your hair My legs When I shave them And when I don't When they're intertwined in yours When they're wrapped around you Or draped over your lap When I'm running When I'm hiking I just want someone who wants me for the stupid little thing I do without realizing And everything I do to try to impress them And everything in between.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC

erica-farr

I want

I want someone who wants me for: My eyes The way they light up when I talk about music And movies And the person I love And when I'm excited My lips When I'm talking too fast and nothing can stop me When I'm singing horribly Or singing very well When I make stupid faces When I smile And when I frown My hair When I haven't showered in days When I took hours to make it just right When I'm too lazy to brush it When it's up in a bun When it flips around when I get really excited When I'm running and it sways with every step My hands When I'm signing something that you'll never understand no matter how many times I tell you what it means When I'm writing and they're flying across the paper When I'm texting too fast or too slow When I'm tracing stupid little shapes on your arm or leg or stomach because I just want to feel you When I'm cold and they're balled up in little fists When I'm holding on to you because I'm scared or nervous or tired When I'm hold your hand When I'm playing with your hair My legs When I shave them And when I don't When they're intertwined in yours When they're wrapped around you Or draped over your lap When I'm running When I'm hiking I just want someone who wants me for the stupid little thing I do without realizing And everything I do to try to impress them And everything in between.

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I'm dry I'm empty I'm a barren land Long ago abandoned No inhabitants No water No love No light No sound No air I'm an abandoned castle Once full of beauty, hope, light, and purpose Once full of love Every wall Every stone Every centimeter Hand crafted Loved to bits So loved I'm falling apart But now I'm dry I'm empty I'm bitter I'm worn I'm old And I'm tired No love lives here No love will come again Only hate and destruction Every storm is another stone gone Washed away Every dry spell is more cracking in my bones Every sad and misfortunate tear shed is another piece of my hope and innocence gone I'm torn to shreds I've been ripped at the seams I'm lifeless But I'm mostly just dry

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Sep 19, 2014

Sep 19, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

erica-farr

Dry

I'm dry I'm empty I'm a barren land Long ago abandoned No inhabitants No water No love No light No sound No air I'm an abandoned castle Once full of beauty, hope, light, and purpose Once full of love Every wall Every stone Every centimeter Hand crafted Loved to bits So loved I'm falling apart But now I'm dry I'm empty I'm bitter I'm worn I'm old And I'm tired No love lives here No love will come again Only hate and destruction Every storm is another stone gone Washed away Every dry spell is more cracking in my bones Every sad and misfortunate tear shed is another piece of my hope and innocence gone I'm torn to shreds I've been ripped at the seams I'm lifeless But I'm mostly just dry

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When I walk down the halls all I see is wild beasts. Crazy kids roaming about. All yelling to each other in their cryptic languages. No sounds make sense. No actions have meaning. The girls squeal, the boys grunt. The girls hug, the boys high five. I look down and carry on. I ignore all of their fatal attempts at talking to me. I don't understand them. They don't understand me. I don't try. They're all just wild beasts. Out to get me, to sabotage me.

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC

erica-farr

Wild Life

When I walk down the halls all I see is wild beasts. Crazy kids roaming about. All yelling to each other in their cryptic languages. No sounds make sense. No actions have meaning. The girls squeal, the boys grunt. The girls hug, the boys high five. I look down and carry on. I ignore all of their fatal attempts at talking to me. I don't understand them. They don't understand me. I don't try. They're all just wild beasts. Out to get me, to sabotage me.

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Poetry is like a silly little dance The twirl of your pen on the page The leaps between each word The tap of your fingers as you think The steps and turns for each word So if you think about it poetry is a dance Not any dance a man could do But a complicated routine only a pen in the hand of a wise man can perform

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC

erica-farr

Poetry

Poetry is like a silly little dance The twirl of your pen on the page The leaps between each word The tap of your fingers as you think The steps and turns for each word So if you think about it poetry is a dance Not any dance a man could do But a complicated routine only a pen in the hand of a wise man can perform

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People call me insane They say my brain isn't right I'm a calamity Pandemonium A walking **** wreck Ups and downs happen in a split second One second I'm higher than ever Two seconds later I want to cry for days Insanity is inevitable Insanity is irrelevant Insanity is life We're all insane We're all lost What we need is someone else's insanity to balance our own

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC

erica-farr

Insanity

People call me insane They say my brain isn't right I'm a calamity Pandemonium A walking **** wreck Ups and downs happen in a split second One second I'm higher than ever Two seconds later I want to cry for days Insanity is inevitable Insanity is irrelevant Insanity is life We're all insane We're all lost What we need is someone else's insanity to balance our own

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Searching for my space my perfect little escape my hide away from the craziness the craziness of everyday all the ups and downs all start to feel like a straight line it's crazy I know I've got no where to go still searching everyone's got their place their place to call home while I lay here alone all alone and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain It's the worst feeling around crying and knowing no ones there you're the only one that cares but even you've given up on yourself there's no turning back the second you start you can't cease the tears keep streaming they'll never end and you know the pain is back this time more than ever your whole body shuts down and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain All alone no ones there all alone none to care all alone your years to your self all alone all alone and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC

erica-farr

Pain

Searching for my space my perfect little escape my hide away from the craziness the craziness of everyday all the ups and downs all start to feel like a straight line it's crazy I know I've got no where to go still searching everyone's got their place their place to call home while I lay here alone all alone and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain It's the worst feeling around crying and knowing no ones there you're the only one that cares but even you've given up on yourself there's no turning back the second you start you can't cease the tears keep streaming they'll never end and you know the pain is back this time more than ever your whole body shuts down and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain All alone no ones there all alone none to care all alone your years to your self all alone all alone and I stay here not looking not searching but hiding hiding away away from the pain of thinking of seeing never wanting to be afraid never wanting to feel pain

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I watch as the rain drops fall. So calming and smooth. Their pattern of sound soothes, seems to make the pain drift away. The pain of days past, the pain of what could have been. The pain of sorrow, fear, remorse. The pain of wondering, what could have been? could you have cared? could you have loved me? But the rain washes it all away. No more pain. No more tears. For now I can smile, And watch the droplets race. Where to? I have no clue. Maybe they're running. Running to catch you.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC

erica-farr

Rain

I watch as the rain drops fall. So calming and smooth. Their pattern of sound soothes, seems to make the pain drift away. The pain of days past, the pain of what could have been. The pain of sorrow, fear, remorse. The pain of wondering, what could have been? could you have cared? could you have loved me? But the rain washes it all away. No more pain. No more tears. For now I can smile, And watch the droplets race. Where to? I have no clue. Maybe they're running. Running to catch you.

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They always felt like my only friend. The only ones there for me. The only ones who truly care. But they're also the only ones, To physically hurt me, To give me scars, To make me feel worse about myself. They're like a drug though. Once you start there's no going back. Any little thing makes you go back. Crawling back. Weak, Crying, And you hate yourself for going back. But you can't help it. And you say to yourself: "Next time I won't do it" "There won't be a next time" "I won't let this happen again" But you ALWAYS do. You hate them, And yet you love them.

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May 9, 2014

May 9, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC

erica-farr

Blades

They always felt like my only friend. The only ones there for me. The only ones who truly care. But they're also the only ones, To physically hurt me, To give me scars, To make me feel worse about myself. They're like a drug though. Once you start there's no going back. Any little thing makes you go back. Crawling back. Weak, Crying, And you hate yourself for going back. But you can't help it. And you say to yourself: "Next time I won't do it" "There won't be a next time" "I won't let this happen again" But you ALWAYS do. You hate them, And yet you love them.

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You see that beautiful smile of yours? No? Well I do. I always do. Everytime you smile, I smile too. Your smile is contagious, Gorgeous, Perfect, Wonderful. So please smile a little more. For me. Lately it's the only thing to make me smile. So please, For me, Smile.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC

erica-farr

Smile

You see that beautiful smile of yours? No? Well I do. I always do. Everytime you smile, I smile too. Your smile is contagious, Gorgeous, Perfect, Wonderful. So please smile a little more. For me. Lately it's the only thing to make me smile. So please, For me, Smile.

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