fishfingersandcustard - Hello Poetry

III. "but there's still me" here's to the girls with the impossible choice and shattered lives and stolen dreams here's to the girls who have lost e v e r y t h i n g awoken to face every new day the constant the unshakeable the girls who rebuild their worlds and their lives with what tools they have left so that they can keep doing the right thing

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC

but there's still me.

III. "but there's still me" here's to the girls with the impossible choice and shattered lives and stolen dreams here's to the girls who have lost e v e r y t h i n g awoken to face every new day the constant the unshakeable the girls who rebuild their worlds and their lives with what tools they have left so that they can keep doing the right thing

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II. "you don't even know how hard this was." here's to the girls with the unshakeable purpose and unbending determination and stone hearts here's to the girls who have continued when all hope seems lost fought for the greater good the martyrs the messiahs the girls who sacrificed themselves for the sake of their people and no one ever knew and no one will ever know.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC

you don't even know how hard this was.

II. "you don't even know how hard this was." here's to the girls with the unshakeable purpose and unbending determination and stone hearts here's to the girls who have continued when all hope seems lost fought for the greater good the martyrs the messiahs the girls who sacrificed themselves for the sake of their people and no one ever knew and no one will ever know.

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I. "you know nothing about me" here's to the girls with the brave faces and tattered souls and steely eyes. here's to the girls who have survived the impossible borne more than anyone should ever have to bear the misunderstood the broken the girls who took the duct tape and put themselves back together because they couldn't bear the touch of anyone else.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC

you know nothing about me.

I. "you know nothing about me" here's to the girls with the brave faces and tattered souls and steely eyes. here's to the girls who have survived the impossible borne more than anyone should ever have to bear the misunderstood the broken the girls who took the duct tape and put themselves back together because they couldn't bear the touch of anyone else.

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i'm proud of us. i'm proud of you and me. but i'm not me anymore. and there is no you. ( there is nothing to be proud of anymore. )

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC

i'm proud of us.

i'm proud of us. i'm proud of you and me. but i'm not me anymore. and there is no you. ( there is nothing to be proud of anymore. )

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We would all ,  Rather be *dragons * Than damsels in distress;  So we lick our wounds  in secret,   And pretend,  That our tears are made of fire.

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC

dragons and damsels

We would all ,  Rather be *dragons * Than damsels in distress;  So we lick our wounds  in secret,   And pretend,  That our tears are made of fire.

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i heard you calling, early in the morning. i heard your voice and all the pain brother, please! i'm sorry. i heard you beg. beg me to bring you back. please, take me back! i can't. i heard you cry. for me to come and fix you. and rescue you from the darkness brother, save me! no, brother. i won't. i heard you scream and i watched as Heaven's Morning Star bent and broke as my brother declared his hate i hate you, brother. i never loved you. (there was no answer.) day after day, night after night, i listened and heard. but the important part is i did nothing. forgive me, brother. never.

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC

i heard you.

i heard you calling, early in the morning. i heard your voice and all the pain brother, please! i'm sorry. i heard you beg. beg me to bring you back. please, take me back! i can't. i heard you cry. for me to come and fix you. and rescue you from the darkness brother, save me! no, brother. i won't. i heard you scream and i watched as Heaven's Morning Star bent and broke as my brother declared his hate i hate you, brother. i never loved you. (there was no answer.) day after day, night after night, i listened and heard. but the important part is i did nothing. forgive me, brother. never.

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Rain, Rain, don't go away, Fall upon me everyday, It's not a normal thing to say, But I say it anyway. Please don't let your thunder roll, Don't let your lightning take its toll, Noise and danger have no role, Just drops of water to fill my soul. Let your clouds fill up the sky, Let the wind blow and sigh, The wind is cold, but oh, my, The chilly air will let me fly. I jump through raindrops in the night, But every step will be alright, Clouds up high reflect the light, And make the darkened evening bright. Rain, Rain, don't go away, Fall upon me everyday, It's not a normal thing to say, But I say it anyway.

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Jul 12, 2013

Jul 12, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC

Rain.

Rain, Rain, don't go away, Fall upon me everyday, It's not a normal thing to say, But I say it anyway. Please don't let your thunder roll, Don't let your lightning take its toll, Noise and danger have no role, Just drops of water to fill my soul. Let your clouds fill up the sky, Let the wind blow and sigh, The wind is cold, but oh, my, The chilly air will let me fly. I jump through raindrops in the night, But every step will be alright, Clouds up high reflect the light, And make the darkened evening bright. Rain, Rain, don't go away, Fall upon me everyday, It's not a normal thing to say, But I say it anyway.

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. come on honey let's go do something new we could record a platinum record or skydive off the Eiffel tower we could sail across the atlantic or climb a big ol' mountain or maybe we could just fall in love and dance among the stars. yes, that sounds about right to me

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Jul 5, 2013

Jul 5, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC

stardust

. come on honey let's go do something new we could record a platinum record or skydive off the Eiffel tower we could sail across the atlantic or climb a big ol' mountain or maybe we could just fall in love and dance among the stars. yes, that sounds about right to me

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There is a lonely man in a big blue box He says that he hates goodbyes. Most people are disbelieving, they scoff: They think that he outright lies. Others sometimes wonder: What past events underlie To make this one Time Lord dislike goodbyes? He's always alone, this man. His companions are long gone. Every time he says hello, Every time he crashes into a lawn, Every time he helps or saves, Every time he meets someone: There's always a goodbye. He had a family, all the same. Yet they are gone now. He had his Gallifreyan friends With whom he would play games. He had his whole planet with its orange skies But it went up in equally orange flames. There's always a goodbye. Some of his companions are still around. That could be enough for him to smile. For him to grin wide and say, "Yay!" But then he remembers that others are lost. How many people, he couldn't say. So when this Time Lord dreams He thinks of a wonderful, happy day. In which all his friends are here to stay: And he can still "vworp" away to Gallifrey.

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC

Away To Gallifrey

There is a lonely man in a big blue box He says that he hates goodbyes. Most people are disbelieving, they scoff: They think that he outright lies. Others sometimes wonder: What past events underlie To make this one Time Lord dislike goodbyes? He's always alone, this man. His companions are long gone. Every time he says hello, Every time he crashes into a lawn, Every time he helps or saves, Every time he meets someone: There's always a goodbye. He had a family, all the same. Yet they are gone now. He had his Gallifreyan friends With whom he would play games. He had his whole planet with its orange skies But it went up in equally orange flames. There's always a goodbye. Some of his companions are still around. That could be enough for him to smile. For him to grin wide and say, "Yay!" But then he remembers that others are lost. How many people, he couldn't say. So when this Time Lord dreams He thinks of a wonderful, happy day. In which all his friends are here to stay: And he can still "vworp" away to Gallifrey.

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You, a traveller, a helper, a god, You, a wanderer, a drifter, so odd. You, a warrior, a killer, of hate, You, a redeemer, a healer, too late. You, who lost, and never could find, You, so sad, it made you more kind. You, drenched, in the blood of whole worlds, You, with secrets, that never unfurl. You, eyes dark, with sorrow and guilt, You, with renown you regret being built. You, who travels across the great skies, You, with such rage in your ancient eyes. You, so easy, to just jump off the shelf, You, who loathes nothing more than yourself. You, who feels pain, in every breath, You, who'd be thankful, for the gift of sweet death.

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Jun 29, 2013

Jun 29, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC

You.

You, a traveller, a helper, a god, You, a wanderer, a drifter, so odd. You, a warrior, a killer, of hate, You, a redeemer, a healer, too late. You, who lost, and never could find, You, so sad, it made you more kind. You, drenched, in the blood of whole worlds, You, with secrets, that never unfurl. You, eyes dark, with sorrow and guilt, You, with renown you regret being built. You, who travels across the great skies, You, with such rage in your ancient eyes. You, so easy, to just jump off the shelf, You, who loathes nothing more than yourself. You, who feels pain, in every breath, You, who'd be thankful, for the gift of sweet death.

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