freedom-writer - Hello Poetry

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

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.

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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

Down

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

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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

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.

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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

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We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning

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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

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

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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