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isabeleve
isabeleve
American A young woman who expresses a clouded mind through poetry.
I promise you I don't want to **** myself This isn't a letter saying goodbye Not a poem blaming you for not seeing this coming But sometimes When I'm all alone I sit in the bath just a little bit longer, hoping and hoping I drift off to sleep Or smoke three cigarettes one after the other after the other and hope my lungs get so filled with tar that I stop breathing Or stand dangerously close to the edge of a building and close my eyes hoping the wind might blow me just hard enough to fall It's easy to imagine I know what everyone would say How some people would cry And some would secretly be glad Some would feel guilt Others sorrow And in about a week it wouldn't matter But I want to matter Whether it be to just my mom Or the man I helped cross the street I want to matter And so I tuck those thoughts deeper in the closet And I step away from sharp objects and steep edges And I sit and write poetry Poetry will be the death of us all Anyway
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Suicide
I am terrified Of the demons camped out in my mind I did not welcome them None of us do But out of a ****** up gene pool and a thunderstorm of circumstance they emerge Ugly horrible creatures Now you're saying I'm crazy I sure as **** am We're all ******* crazy We're mad We're Ginsberg's Roman candles shooting violently across the sky That's not fair (Though life hardly is) Perhaps it's not just us Perhaps it's these demons Demons so keen on gardening and planting seeds in our heads Seeds of emotion Of self-doubt of love of laziness and disappointment Seeds that sprout and consume Winding and twisting allowing such little light Of course we have the power We have the shears We can cut the vines But do we have the strength? Do I?
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
Horror
1. Be impeccable with your word. I am called too honest too confident too bold I am told the way I'm thinking the way I'm reacting I am told they're all wrong But I mean the words I say, I may be honest but I'm real I may be confident but I'm me Hiding my deepest insecurities and diseases with my loud voice 2. Don't take anything too personally. 3. Don't make assumptions. 4. Always do your best.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
the four agreements
I **** men who don't like me in hopes that they will. I give them small kisses and smile when I stare. I know all the moves. How to bite my lip Show slight cleavage Glance at them occasionally Don't break eye contact Touch my thigh Widen my eyes then I open my mouth And they think: *Man, she's ******* crazy* Just crazy enough to **** Too crazy to stay So they run And the cycle continues Someday someone won't be afraid of my loud, opinionated mouth and my wide hips
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
wide hips
I met a man ragged, older, ***** in Union Square Park on a chilly Tuesday morning. He asked me to marry him I said No he sat he spoke I listened The city will strip you. he said It will make you the most naked version of yourself. O.K. And you can either clothe yourself in substance or clothe yourself in art. Both will leave you broke. Both will open your mind. But only one will make you happy, give you purpose. You're right *And don't be ****** about it.* *You're too beautiful to be ****** Appreciate everything. I will.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
Untitled
I am a contradiction I am an eighties perm in 2013 I am not thinking I am not ebbing I am not flowing But I am happy I am seaweed that fails to move with the current I am the loneliest I have ever felt I am the most sure of things I have ever been My mind is an ocean My heart is a plane My fingertips hold the pulse of earth's heartbeat I spin intricate webs of thoughts through the overcrowded bookshelves in my mind But that's okay Because when you're lying in bed at 3:18 in the morning you begin to realize that you don't need to ebb or flow Your **** doesn't need to be formed into a tight and perfect sphere You can just be And whether being is having the puzzle complete or the pieces scattered across 7 different continents in the end it's all just pieces Incoherent shapes existing
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Incoherence
My god is poetry My god is words and oceans and rising suns My god is abandoned buildings and meaningful graffiti My god doesn't pressure or judge My god doesn't have rules or contracts My god lets my life die with me My god is yoga and fresh tea and new music and modern art My god doesn't condemn My god isn't a man who chooses what happens He doesn't choose who dies or if you deserve good fortune My god is happiness My god is creativity My god is intelligence My god is love
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
my god
I thought I knew exactly what I wanted I thought I was the one who had **** figured out You see those girls who wear too much makeup and laugh too loud and don't really speak their mind because they don't want to be judged I was never one of them Feminist some would say **** I prefer independent But I'm ******* 19 years old And I am totally changing my path I have no ******* clue what I want where I want to be how I want to live my life And everyone is constantly in my ear telling me how much I'm going to amount to How talented I am How lovely I am **** that Tell me what to ******* do Tell me not to worry Tell me everything is going to be okay I don't want all this spoonful of sugar ******** I want to make the right choice I think this is why I've always been slightly suicidal The anxiety of life is almost Almost Too much to bear And you know what calms me down? Brushing my teeth And thinking about you **** that
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
I thought
I was naked encompassed in You ******** (of course) about how I hated having to put my clothes back on Nevertheless I crawled out of Your grasp scoured Your room for the bits of cloth that had been so passionately ripped off but hours ago And, in my naked oblivion, You watched Or was it gazing? For gazing requires feeling I felt those deep green eyes my body clenched my heart pounded I felt You burning a hole into my spine my bare *** my chilled arms What? You are just the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That was it. I placed my heart delicately in Your palm as though I was giving a small child a kitten The ******** was useless no clothes were worth that day only my smile and believing I was beautiful for the very first time.
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
My first time
there are a lot of words that begin with un and most of them **** unlucky unloved uninvited unaccepted unachieved unacknowledged uncomfortable unadmired unheard but there is one word that starts with those two letters that can make things all better understood
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
unhappy