joanna-2 - Hello Poetry

It’s interesting how easily you can allow yourself to fade without a single person noticing. They tell you, “Oh I love you!” one minute. The next the only voices you hear are the whispering giggles of the ghosts all around you. "I know when I’ll go," I tell them. Their giggles increase as they circle the room. "Oh? Do you now?" they mock. "November 5th," I spit into the familiar darkness. Their mocking increases. They don’t trust that I’ll go through with it. That I will honestly throw my soul from it’s cursed shell and allow them to devour it’s remains. They think I’m too scared of where I’ll end up after I die. Why should I be? If I’m anywhere but here I’ll be content.

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Sep 24, 2013

Sep 24, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC

Nov 5

It’s interesting how easily you can allow yourself to fade without a single person noticing. They tell you, “Oh I love you!” one minute. The next the only voices you hear are the whispering giggles of the ghosts all around you. "I know when I’ll go," I tell them. Their giggles increase as they circle the room. "Oh? Do you now?" they mock. "November 5th," I spit into the familiar darkness. Their mocking increases. They don’t trust that I’ll go through with it. That I will honestly throw my soul from it’s cursed shell and allow them to devour it’s remains. They think I’m too scared of where I’ll end up after I die. Why should I be? If I’m anywhere but here I’ll be content.

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The day I finally figured out the reason you constantly reel me in without lifting a finger was the day that I knew there was nothing between us. I figure you will never see me as anything more than a pretty face and an easy target where you can easily hit bullseye and walk away with a hefty reward. No hard feelings. No strings attached. Well, there was one string that you just didn’t seem to notice. It resembled a loose thread on your clothes. You didn’t care, but I couldn’t help but to tug away at it until all your clothes were destroyed and it was just you. And once I saw you, naked and revealed, I knew there was nothing but bones in skin. There was no heart, and that string that I hoped and dreamed would lead to me, led to nothing.

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Aug 13, 2013

Aug 13, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC

Loose Thread

The day I finally figured out the reason you constantly reel me in without lifting a finger was the day that I knew there was nothing between us. I figure you will never see me as anything more than a pretty face and an easy target where you can easily hit bullseye and walk away with a hefty reward. No hard feelings. No strings attached. Well, there was one string that you just didn’t seem to notice. It resembled a loose thread on your clothes. You didn’t care, but I couldn’t help but to tug away at it until all your clothes were destroyed and it was just you. And once I saw you, naked and revealed, I knew there was nothing but bones in skin. There was no heart, and that string that I hoped and dreamed would lead to me, led to nothing.

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I once knew a man who married his highschool sweetheart. He would meet me on the weekends in a ***** hotel room. When I'd arrive he'd be laying on the bed, a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of whiskey in hand. "She used to love me," he'd say. "Then she left." Then he'd cough up a tired laugh. Once he told me that I looked like her when she was young. Tears littered his cheeks as he recalled the love they shared. "Now look where I am. I'm stuck here with a ********** That whole year I didn't know his name until last month when he said, "John Adair." I scribbled it down on my palm and never saw him again. The next day I went looking for her. I finally found her this day. So here I sit on this cold New Years day silence thick in the air as I stare at the grave of Cynthia Adair.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC

The inside of John Adair

I once knew a man who married his highschool sweetheart. He would meet me on the weekends in a ***** hotel room. When I'd arrive he'd be laying on the bed, a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of whiskey in hand. "She used to love me," he'd say. "Then she left." Then he'd cough up a tired laugh. Once he told me that I looked like her when she was young. Tears littered his cheeks as he recalled the love they shared. "Now look where I am. I'm stuck here with a ********** That whole year I didn't know his name until last month when he said, "John Adair." I scribbled it down on my palm and never saw him again. The next day I went looking for her. I finally found her this day. So here I sit on this cold New Years day silence thick in the air as I stare at the grave of Cynthia Adair.

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she asked me if i was happy i said no i did not tell her of the scars i hid beneath my clothes i did not tell her of the tears i wiped away at night i did not tell her that death was something i desired i could not tell her that because she did not care she was only curious

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May 24, 2013

May 24, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC

curious

she asked me if i was happy i said no i did not tell her of the scars i hid beneath my clothes i did not tell her of the tears i wiped away at night i did not tell her that death was something i desired i could not tell her that because she did not care she was only curious

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isnt it funny how we tell others "dont ever tell anyone to **** themself" and yet we turn our backs we hide our tears are emotions our blood and we yell at our souls telling ourselves **** yourself"

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May 22, 2013

May 22, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC

don't **** yourself

isnt it funny how we tell others "dont ever tell anyone to **** themself" and yet we turn our backs we hide our tears are emotions our blood and we yell at our souls telling ourselves **** yourself"

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tell me at story where someone like me has meaning and isnt always so alone

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC

story

tell me at story where someone like me has meaning and isnt always so alone

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Those who tell someone to die Are the ones that we should take into our arms And hold They are the ones we should Search the eyes of To find what they are really thinking and feeling Because they are the ones Who have lost their minds And we the ones who want to die Are the ones who are sane The ones who see the world as it is We are the only people who can help

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Apr 30, 2013

Apr 30, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC

The Insane

Those who tell someone to die Are the ones that we should take into our arms And hold They are the ones we should Search the eyes of To find what they are really thinking and feeling Because they are the ones Who have lost their minds And we the ones who want to die Are the ones who are sane The ones who see the world as it is We are the only people who can help

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She says, “I want to **** myself, I want to die.” I calmly say, “Not tonight.” A night later she says she’s okay with pain. I say she has feelings she needs to contain. I try to tell her that she’s perfect. And if she’s told otherwise those people have the defect. But my words never work. To her I’m nothing but another **** She tells me that no matter how close she gets she’s never there. That no matter how she tries nobody cares. Then what is that in the mirror I look into? Am I the nobody that will never break through? Are my words as empty as theirs? Am I really invisible like air? Because if that’s the truth I won’t try. Because if that’s the truth I’ll be the one who dies. Maybe if I died those words you say, Wouldn’t come out of your mouth another day. Oh but my mistake. I seemed to have forgotten that I’m someone you forsake. So even if I weren’t there. You wouldn’t seem to care.

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC

She wants to die but I'd rather she didn't.

She says, “I want to **** myself, I want to die.” I calmly say, “Not tonight.” A night later she says she’s okay with pain. I say she has feelings she needs to contain. I try to tell her that she’s perfect. And if she’s told otherwise those people have the defect. But my words never work. To her I’m nothing but another **** She tells me that no matter how close she gets she’s never there. That no matter how she tries nobody cares. Then what is that in the mirror I look into? Am I the nobody that will never break through? Are my words as empty as theirs? Am I really invisible like air? Because if that’s the truth I won’t try. Because if that’s the truth I’ll be the one who dies. Maybe if I died those words you say, Wouldn’t come out of your mouth another day. Oh but my mistake. I seemed to have forgotten that I’m someone you forsake. So even if I weren’t there. You wouldn’t seem to care.

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i think that if you'd let me i'd treat you like the stars connecting one to another to search for and to ponder at i'd stare at you for hours and reach for you always i'd tell you my secrets and know they would be safe i don't understand how you see yourself so poorly because the things about yourself you seem to hate are a part of you and i love you therefore i love those parts too

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC

Untitled

i think that if you'd let me i'd treat you like the stars connecting one to another to search for and to ponder at i'd stare at you for hours and reach for you always i'd tell you my secrets and know they would be safe i don't understand how you see yourself so poorly because the things about yourself you seem to hate are a part of you and i love you therefore i love those parts too

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why the frown little girl ? i thought you knew that dreams are like the stars . i thought you knew that they fall from the sky .

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Mar 17, 2013

Mar 17, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC

dreaming with the stars

why the frown little girl ? i thought you knew that dreams are like the stars . i thought you knew that they fall from the sky .

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