freedom-writer - Hello Poetry

i swear to god i'm not envious of her i just want to break her precious fingers when she touches him i just want to sever the thinned space between them i just want to shove her from his grasp i just want my hands to stop shaking when i see them together i just want to see him stop gazing at her with eyes brighter than moonbeams. i swear to god i'm not jealous.

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freedom-writer

Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC

cr

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i swear to god i'm not envious of her i just want to break her precious fingers when she touches him i just want to sever the thinned space between them i just want to shove her from his grasp i just want my hands to stop shaking when i see them together i just want to see him stop gazing at her with eyes brighter than moonbeams. i swear to god i'm not jealous.

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I am the Saturday evenings and the Sunday morning hangovers. I am loud laughs with friends on the weekends and silent numbness alone on the weekdays. I am jealousy on a friday night, when my friends would rather spend time with each other than with me, and I am forgiveness and understanding the day after, realizing I don't blame them, I wouldn't want to hang out with myself either. I am a heap of heaving sobs and aching limbs every night. I am self-hatred every hour of every day. I am fear, I am sadness, I am desperation, I am a mess. I am my worst enemy and my best friend all at once and I am still trying to figure myself out.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC

freedom-writer

I am

I am the Saturday evenings and the Sunday morning hangovers. I am loud laughs with friends on the weekends and silent numbness alone on the weekdays. I am jealousy on a friday night, when my friends would rather spend time with each other than with me, and I am forgiveness and understanding the day after, realizing I don't blame them, I wouldn't want to hang out with myself either. I am a heap of heaving sobs and aching limbs every night. I am self-hatred every hour of every day. I am fear, I am sadness, I am desperation, I am a mess. I am my worst enemy and my best friend all at once and I am still trying to figure myself out.

7

Slowly kiss away the mould on my soul.

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freedom-writer

Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

luisa-bernabo

Untitled

Slowly kiss away the mould on my soul.

1

It is days like this that make me wonder where you are now. Days like this, when you would run barefoot through the grass, Arms open wide and laughing in delight at the beauty of the world. It is days when the sun is high in the sky that I think of you. But I think of you when it rains, too. I think of how you used to stare out of the window, Watching the drops of rain run down the glass. I think of you on rainy days too.

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freedom-writer

Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

elizacarmesi

Days Like This

It is days like this that make me wonder where you are now. Days like this, when you would run barefoot through the grass, Arms open wide and laughing in delight at the beauty of the world. It is days when the sun is high in the sky that I think of you. But I think of you when it rains, too. I think of how you used to stare out of the window, Watching the drops of rain run down the glass. I think of you on rainy days too.

8

I am being dragged down By these feelings That feel like cinder blocks Tied to my ankles.

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC

freedom-writer

Down

I am being dragged down By these feelings That feel like cinder blocks Tied to my ankles.

4

We are all porcelain dolls, Living in doll houses. So don't be alarmed if you end up with a few scratches, Or a few cracks, Because it is impossible to remain intact, Through it all.

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC

freedom-writer

Porcelain dolls

We are all porcelain dolls, Living in doll houses. So don't be alarmed if you end up with a few scratches, Or a few cracks, Because it is impossible to remain intact, Through it all.

6

We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC

freedom-writer

Untitled

We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning

6

Its not healthy to stay up at night, pouring bitter liquor down our throats, trying to erase the sweet promises that were whispered into our ears at 4 am, that filled our empty hearts. Those promises were eventually broken, and so were our hearts, so we were left feeling torn again.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC

freedom-writer

4 am

Its not healthy to stay up at night, pouring bitter liquor down our throats, trying to erase the sweet promises that were whispered into our ears at 4 am, that filled our empty hearts. Those promises were eventually broken, and so were our hearts, so we were left feeling torn again.

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Tender touches leave me hazed, As your hands graze my cheek. My heart aches for your company. People may say I am pitiful , Oh, but don't you find it it so tragically beautiful, How you are a whole novel in my life, While I am merely a chapter in yours?

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC

freedom-writer

Tragedy

Tender touches leave me hazed, As your hands graze my cheek. My heart aches for your company. People may say I am pitiful , Oh, but don't you find it it so tragically beautiful, How you are a whole novel in my life, While I am merely a chapter in yours?

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