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hippiedKoala
hippiedKoala
Just a hopeless romantic sprinting through life one poem at a time. / / / All poems on this page created by myself use my own words, therefore belong to me. ©
Music is a powerful thing. She laid, hoping to sleep. She had her headphones in. The music took her somewhere No dream could. The sounds, the lyrics, Each flowing directly to he drums, Took her away from the world For just long enough So that she'd feel Overwhelming joy.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
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You invited me out With your best friend. I rejected because I only Wanted to hang out With you. You stopped texting me. I assumed you got high. In return, I got drunk. I stumbled into the shower, And the memories flooded Into my mind. This is the type of relationship I fear the most.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
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I look back. A dad, a sister, a brother, a mom. Moving five, seven, no, thirteen times. A father gone, A sister to school. Another stepdad, No three boyfriends. Of all, two criminals. I look back more. Three, four, school districts. You promised one final. Promise not kept. I’m sixteen. My first car, breaks. My second car, breaks. My third car, Mom breaks. One, three, four attempts. Goodnight. I break; But looking back It could have been worse. No dad, no mom; Just brother and sister. At least I have three. Goodnight.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Goodnight
Write one line at a time. Don't stress. You'll come back with better ideas. Or maybe sometimes, it is best to leave
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
A Poem Unfinished
So far in life, I've had three moms. One biological, two honorary. I've had two dads. One biological, the other honorary. To be fair, I love all but one. All but one have watched Me soar, and helped find myself. Each member of my family But one, Have shaped me into who I have become. Yet I can only focus on the one who destroyed me. **** you dad (biological).
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
Moving On
I was touching myself When I text you. I knew you would answer To the provocative Picture I sent you. What I did not expect, Is the picture you sent back When I was on the verge Of breaking loose. Never have I giggled more. I think that's when I knew I wouldn't stop Until I saw you again. Look at us now.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Funny