gracielou-3364 - Hello Poetry

What happened to that naive little girl Afraid of nothing positive about everything Wind beneath her wings was stolen everything is still Nothing remains the world has taken it all Away it goes away from here It flies to the great abyss where all the dreams hide when there is not anything else to dream

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC

Naive Little Girl

What happened to that naive little girl Afraid of nothing positive about everything Wind beneath her wings was stolen everything is still Nothing remains the world has taken it all Away it goes away from here It flies to the great abyss where all the dreams hide when there is not anything else to dream

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Sometimes I decide to open up to you But then As soon at the words are out I instantly regret And I want to Take them back But I can't And it makes my heart hurt Because I'm vulnerable I feel naked And you know, So then, Of course, Instead of telling you why And possibly helping you understand My fear of opening up I cut off the conversation It's gone No use in talking to me anymore I'm gone And I stitch my mind and heart And I run Then you feel like you did something Wrong But you didn't You were right So right I'm wrong Then I go home And the loneliness is back And... Where are my blades?

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC

Closed Until Further Notice

Sometimes I decide to open up to you But then As soon at the words are out I instantly regret And I want to Take them back But I can't And it makes my heart hurt Because I'm vulnerable I feel naked And you know, So then, Of course, Instead of telling you why And possibly helping you understand My fear of opening up I cut off the conversation It's gone No use in talking to me anymore I'm gone And I stitch my mind and heart And I run Then you feel like you did something Wrong But you didn't You were right So right I'm wrong Then I go home And the loneliness is back And... Where are my blades?

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New York City Biggest city In the USA Population 8.4 million souls Kansas Rank of U.S. states by population: 34 2.9 million souls How could a small town girl from Kansas 3,500 souls Ever feel at home in NYC? Well The answer is quite simple ... INFJ ... Because In fact I love people With all of my heart, I love people I love to watch and feel and see and listen To them But I don't want a real Connection With them Those souls Those dear souls In the town of 3,500 Too much "Connection" So later You can find me in NYC And when I'm off I'll be on the beach, By the lighthouse Watching people By myself Surrounded by 8.4 million souls Alone

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

NYC for the INFJ

New York City Biggest city In the USA Population 8.4 million souls Kansas Rank of U.S. states by population: 34 2.9 million souls How could a small town girl from Kansas 3,500 souls Ever feel at home in NYC? Well The answer is quite simple ... INFJ ... Because In fact I love people With all of my heart, I love people I love to watch and feel and see and listen To them But I don't want a real Connection With them Those souls Those dear souls In the town of 3,500 Too much "Connection" So later You can find me in NYC And when I'm off I'll be on the beach, By the lighthouse Watching people By myself Surrounded by 8.4 million souls Alone

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Im not sure who I am I don't know Im disconnected Who is this girl? I don't know Who is she? Who knows? I don't know Im disconnected We all think each other is strong But were not strong The hard part about being "strong" is That no one ever asks "Are you okay?" Nobody asks We're disconnected "Do you need help?" No. "How are you?" Im fine "Are you sure?" Yeah im good Nobody thinks She could be dying inside We're disconnected Im fine... Im fine... I'd rather be in a casket Than walk around one more day as this Zombie One more day One more day One more day I just need to get through One More Day Then I realize Its my fault Im the cause of My own demise Im the Artist Architect That builds these walls These walls that I call My home or is it my Prison Cause im locked in this cell And I have every tool to Break the walls But my mind is too Clouded By the storm I don't see the Rainbow Forming I've been Living a lie I want to be real Authentic Genuine If im not real I might As well Die As Christians We Can Not be Fake Plastic Dead I don't want to Just exist I want to Build up relationships That's what we're Called To do its been such a long road Been a Wrong road Acting like nothing is ever wrong Sometimes Its easier to love Strangers Than it is friends and families Don't get it Twisted I Love Them But I fight So I don't get another Wound That I Cant Mend What would happen? What would happen if I showed you my Scars? Would you run? Would you scream and Say Cover them Because we all have scars We've been trapped behind bars That we Cant escape, Or we didn't know We had the power all along To escape But we buy into the lie that we're Powerless Hopeless Worthless Not in the eyes of Jesus Christ I've been searching for Approval Since my earthly daddy left me And my family I always wondered What he saw in me That would make him so Angry Desperate Hungry To leave me Abandon ship I want to make people Happy I live to Please I want to be noticed Yet not noticed at all This pain Its like a disease in me And I think that's true For many of you Not just For me what kind of useful Is a church With A disease? Do we want to poison? I want to Help Not please I want to love Not make people happy With myself Do you see? make them happy With the only one we should Ever try to please "God did not give us a spirit of Timidity But a spirit of Courage" Power and courage Anger Born From Pain Needs to be Released Im sick and tired Of being in pain On this road Solitary On the surface I have it made But if you looked Inside Im drained I haven't been Fine In a long time But in the church If you release The truth Its a crime When's the last time you heard someone Speak up with A prayer request that was Confessing an Affair Or fantasies Or homosexuality Rare But it shouldn't be I can assure you This kind of adventure is Reckless Crazy Daunting But it is so, so Worth it Lets be refined Like silver Purified in the burning fire We're walking on a tight rope Holding on for dear life Afraid to look down Afraid to fall But if we lost our grip And started to fall Our father Is Right There He Never moved We're tired Trying to keep ourselves admired We weren't meant for this We were Made for more More than a vicious Cycle Of Fear Speak up. Women of faith Speak up. Men of courage We don't give ourselves Permission To feel We wear the mask We let fear Control the choices we make It conquers our lives Fear is a snake A snake In the garden That we need to Hate Lets be Transparent If we're Transparent There is no way To be accused Of being a Hypocrite Be who you are In Christ Jesus He knows Everything About you Already So You Have A Start its much more Lovely When you can see the Landscape The sunrises Sunsets Flowers And nature Instead of The dark Grey Dismal Stones Of the walls you built over the Years take his hand Grab your mat And Walk

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC

Who are You?

Im not sure who I am I don't know Im disconnected Who is this girl? I don't know Who is she? Who knows? I don't know Im disconnected We all think each other is strong But were not strong The hard part about being "strong" is That no one ever asks "Are you okay?" Nobody asks We're disconnected "Do you need help?" No. "How are you?" Im fine "Are you sure?" Yeah im good Nobody thinks She could be dying inside We're disconnected Im fine... Im fine... I'd rather be in a casket Than walk around one more day as this Zombie One more day One more day One more day I just need to get through One More Day Then I realize Its my fault Im the cause of My own demise Im the Artist Architect That builds these walls These walls that I call My home or is it my Prison Cause im locked in this cell And I have every tool to Break the walls But my mind is too Clouded By the storm I don't see the Rainbow Forming I've been Living a lie I want to be real Authentic Genuine If im not real I might As well Die As Christians We Can Not be Fake Plastic Dead I don't want to Just exist I want to Build up relationships That's what we're Called To do its been such a long road Been a Wrong road Acting like nothing is ever wrong Sometimes Its easier to love Strangers Than it is friends and families Don't get it Twisted I Love Them But I fight So I don't get another Wound That I Cant Mend What would happen? What would happen if I showed you my Scars? Would you run? Would you scream and Say Cover them Because we all have scars We've been trapped behind bars That we Cant escape, Or we didn't know We had the power all along To escape But we buy into the lie that we're Powerless Hopeless Worthless Not in the eyes of Jesus Christ I've been searching for Approval Since my earthly daddy left me And my family I always wondered What he saw in me That would make him so Angry Desperate Hungry To leave me Abandon ship I want to make people Happy I live to Please I want to be noticed Yet not noticed at all This pain Its like a disease in me And I think that's true For many of you Not just For me what kind of useful Is a church With A disease? Do we want to poison? I want to Help Not please I want to love Not make people happy With myself Do you see? make them happy With the only one we should Ever try to please "God did not give us a spirit of Timidity But a spirit of Courage" Power and courage Anger Born From Pain Needs to be Released Im sick and tired Of being in pain On this road Solitary On the surface I have it made But if you looked Inside Im drained I haven't been Fine In a long time But in the church If you release The truth Its a crime When's the last time you heard someone Speak up with A prayer request that was Confessing an Affair Or fantasies Or homosexuality Rare But it shouldn't be I can assure you This kind of adventure is Reckless Crazy Daunting But it is so, so Worth it Lets be refined Like silver Purified in the burning fire We're walking on a tight rope Holding on for dear life Afraid to look down Afraid to fall But if we lost our grip And started to fall Our father Is Right There He Never moved We're tired Trying to keep ourselves admired We weren't meant for this We were Made for more More than a vicious Cycle Of Fear Speak up. Women of faith Speak up. Men of courage We don't give ourselves Permission To feel We wear the mask We let fear Control the choices we make It conquers our lives Fear is a snake A snake In the garden That we need to Hate Lets be Transparent If we're Transparent There is no way To be accused Of being a Hypocrite Be who you are In Christ Jesus He knows Everything About you Already So You Have A Start its much more Lovely When you can see the Landscape The sunrises Sunsets Flowers And nature Instead of The dark Grey Dismal Stones Of the walls you built over the Years take his hand Grab your mat And Walk

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I'm not crazy Just living in a fantasy A maze I can't seem to beat A single soul on a busy street My friends don't see My family doesn't see Nobody sees What's happening to me A sweet little girl Happy and alive Smiling on the outside Breaking from the inside Cuts on her thigh Just giving it a try They say it really works And she's finding they were right Coping with this life Putting up a fight All alone Breaking down Thoughts of suicide Goes to church Shakes hands No one knows she almost tried Her tears already dried I'm not crazy Just have a lot to hide Need a lot of love But afraid I'm not enough Almost out of blood I'll stay just out of touch... But ...Help...Me...

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC

I'm Not Crazy

I'm not crazy Just living in a fantasy A maze I can't seem to beat A single soul on a busy street My friends don't see My family doesn't see Nobody sees What's happening to me A sweet little girl Happy and alive Smiling on the outside Breaking from the inside Cuts on her thigh Just giving it a try They say it really works And she's finding they were right Coping with this life Putting up a fight All alone Breaking down Thoughts of suicide Goes to church Shakes hands No one knows she almost tried Her tears already dried I'm not crazy Just have a lot to hide Need a lot of love But afraid I'm not enough Almost out of blood I'll stay just out of touch... But ...Help...Me...

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