jessica-briann-miller - Hello Poetry

I'm swinging. As the autumn leaves chase each other on the dark pavement of this chilled night, I'm swinging. I'm glancing around at what I can and noticing no one is out, just me and the leaves. I'm swinging. Replaying the last argument I had in my head over and over. I'm swinging. I glance at the moon in hope of some sense of company but I'm left with nothing but empty loneliness. I'm swinging. I thought once I got to this point I should be somewhere else, feel something else... But I'm swinging. My body runs cold and my eyes won't shut. I'm swinging. No mobility and no sense of warmth. I'm swinging. I realize now that there is no end. I'm swinging. The sun arises and the people shuffle out of their warm homes. I'm swinging. I'm eventually cut down, I see everyone's reactions and their fake tears. But why do I still feel like I'm swinging. I'm redressed and pampered up but I still feel as if I'm swinging. The horror as they glue my eyes closed, knowing the only thing I will see for eternity is the back of them. I'm swinging. I hear the hushed voices above me, all pretending to have had such a great life with me in it. I'm swinging. I hear the shut of my coffin and being rolled into the back of the hearse. I'm swinging. I feel the swing of them lowering me in the ground on which pounds of dirt will hide this pointless expensive coffin. I'm swinging. And here I am. Alone with my thoughts, the one thing that drove me to this point, the one thing I found I'll never escape, and I'm still swinging.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC

jessica-briann-miller

Swinging

I'm swinging. As the autumn leaves chase each other on the dark pavement of this chilled night, I'm swinging. I'm glancing around at what I can and noticing no one is out, just me and the leaves. I'm swinging. Replaying the last argument I had in my head over and over. I'm swinging. I glance at the moon in hope of some sense of company but I'm left with nothing but empty loneliness. I'm swinging. I thought once I got to this point I should be somewhere else, feel something else... But I'm swinging. My body runs cold and my eyes won't shut. I'm swinging. No mobility and no sense of warmth. I'm swinging. I realize now that there is no end. I'm swinging. The sun arises and the people shuffle out of their warm homes. I'm swinging. I'm eventually cut down, I see everyone's reactions and their fake tears. But why do I still feel like I'm swinging. I'm redressed and pampered up but I still feel as if I'm swinging. The horror as they glue my eyes closed, knowing the only thing I will see for eternity is the back of them. I'm swinging. I hear the hushed voices above me, all pretending to have had such a great life with me in it. I'm swinging. I hear the shut of my coffin and being rolled into the back of the hearse. I'm swinging. I feel the swing of them lowering me in the ground on which pounds of dirt will hide this pointless expensive coffin. I'm swinging. And here I am. Alone with my thoughts, the one thing that drove me to this point, the one thing I found I'll never escape, and I'm still swinging.

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I almost forgot about you today. A sizable spill of coffee shot me to my feet, holding up my mocha-soaked notebook like an unclaimed child. A dozen eyes found me at once---a security measure meant to bring shame to a klutz breaking his social contract. Attention for **** living. When the pain receded I stood in place and imagined you brushing your teeth.

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jessica-briann-miller

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC

bo-burnham

Progress

I almost forgot about you today. A sizable spill of coffee shot me to my feet, holding up my mocha-soaked notebook like an unclaimed child. A dozen eyes found me at once---a security measure meant to bring shame to a klutz breaking his social contract. Attention for **** living. When the pain receded I stood in place and imagined you brushing your teeth.

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You took me out, and thought I was different Because I was crazy You told me you've never met anyone quite like me Because I was crazy You said you had fallen for me Because I was crazy You told me you'd never leave, that I was the only girl to affect you the way I have Because I was crazy We discussed future plans and named our unborn children, you'd never felt so alive with anyone else Because I was crazy But then we started to bicker Because I was crazy You grew more distant Because I was crazy You no longer wanted to hang out multiple times a week Because I was crazy You wanted to see other people Because I was crazy You've now fallen in love again and have blocked my number Because I was crazy And I blame myself losing your love Because I was crazy And all I can do is lay here and cry over old photos and hand written notes Because I am crazy

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC

jessica-briann-miller

Because I am Crazy

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As I gaze upon her, Seeing her soon to be limp body awestruck in horror, With the sharp blade clutched within my own hand, Wondering if she knew this has always been planned. Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to break her, Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to torture her. Fear is what I love, For fear is what wasn't sent from the so-called "up above". Oh how I love seeing her trembling body shake, Seeing the tears flow, for this is no mistake. I shall soon be the last thing she sees, All I can hear her say is please, Please don't do this, Please we can get through this. Please please please. ENOUGH, is all I have to say to make her want to run away. Enough of the lies you threw at me, Enough of this fake reality, For now there will be nothing but brutality. Soon you will be finished and no one can hear your last cry. So all you have to do now is say goodbye, Goodbye to the life you once had, Goodbye to your mom and dad, Goodbye to everything you loved, For we both know there is no "up above" Nothing but total darkness swarming and eating you alive. Darling, this is a battle you will not survive. Shhh, there's no need to fret, For we haven't even started yet.

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC

jessica-briann-miller

Hatefully loved

As I gaze upon her, Seeing her soon to be limp body awestruck in horror, With the sharp blade clutched within my own hand, Wondering if she knew this has always been planned. Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to break her, Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to torture her. Fear is what I love, For fear is what wasn't sent from the so-called "up above". Oh how I love seeing her trembling body shake, Seeing the tears flow, for this is no mistake. I shall soon be the last thing she sees, All I can hear her say is please, Please don't do this, Please we can get through this. Please please please. ENOUGH, is all I have to say to make her want to run away. Enough of the lies you threw at me, Enough of this fake reality, For now there will be nothing but brutality. Soon you will be finished and no one can hear your last cry. So all you have to do now is say goodbye, Goodbye to the life you once had, Goodbye to your mom and dad, Goodbye to everything you loved, For we both know there is no "up above" Nothing but total darkness swarming and eating you alive. Darling, this is a battle you will not survive. Shhh, there's no need to fret, For we haven't even started yet.

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