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hannah-taylor
hannah-taylor
American I am simply an 18 year old girl who is trying to find where I belong.
There is a monster in all of us. Sometimes it stays hidden from the world. Deep down inside us, never to be seen with a naked eye. But sometimes it pushes itself to the surface. Scratching and clawing on whatever it can grab. The ugliest part of you, that you tried so hard to hide, is now a reality, destroying every ounce of hope you have left. That monster continues to grow inside of me.
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
Monster.
The lights are almost blinding, when I look out into the crowd. I can see the shapes of people. I know their eyes are on me, yet I cannot make out their faces. The sweat runs down my back as I say the words that I have implanted in my brain, for this very moment. Before I know it, The curtain closes. Clapping roars on the other side. Clapping for me and the people I have grown close to. Closer than family. I exhale slowly, then smile. All I can think is I did it.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
Show Time.
I can run for a lifetime, But I can't always get to where I want to be. I stare into the clouds, dreaming. Of a different place. A different world. Somewhere so far away That I can never be touched, by anyone. I want to run so fast That my feet will no longer feel the ground between my toes. Maybe, in that single moment, I will find bliss, I will find security.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Bliss.
I'm pushed closer to the edge everyday. Some day I might jump.
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Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
Untitled
I sit here blank. The blue lines, so empty, So bare. My mind races with ideas to fill them, But nothing sticks. Melody lacks in my speech. The paper waits, still. Waiting for the words to be scratched upon it. It’s a blank canvas and my mind is the artist attempting to splash creativity in its most perfect form. The weight of the world is on my shoulders, causing me to slouch in my seat. Exhale. There’s nothing to say. Maybe I will fill that paper another day.
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Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
Writer's Block.
The thought of letting go resides in my brain as a single thought, desperately, wanting to be expanded, into a new form. But what does it mean? To let go? Free yourself. Chains bound me to everyday, tedious life. Break the chains. Be born again. Create adventure. Make everyday a new beginning. Once you reach the wall of limitation, break through it and continue, with a fire in your eyes. Live through the pain of life And absorb the joys of life. Live free.
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Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 4:27 AM UTC
Live Free.
I didn’t seem to notice the blazing heat from the fire beating against my face as your perfect lips moved in sequence with mine. I didn’t seem to notice the eyes on people’s faces glued to us as our fingers became entwined. I didn’t seem to notice Our apparent, nonexistent future, as you pulled me closer, into your grasp. I didn’t seem to notice the danger of your presence as my head fell upon your shoulder. You are everything that is bad for me, but, all I could see, was you.
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Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
Blinded.