juliae - Hello Poetry

Again, I have failed. I have failed myself, I have failed my mother, I have failed my teachers, my future, the time. I ignored what they asked my responsibilities I threw in the trash. It keeps haunting me, day and night, the need to run away from everything Yet its still hovering above me and it pains me its scares me it kills me but this time it won't let me let it go and cry

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC

juliae

Again and again

Again, I have failed. I have failed myself, I have failed my mother, I have failed my teachers, my future, the time. I ignored what they asked my responsibilities I threw in the trash. It keeps haunting me, day and night, the need to run away from everything Yet its still hovering above me and it pains me its scares me it kills me but this time it won't let me let it go and cry

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long white knives that peirce through the skin of their prey first they softly puncture thrickles of blood dripping from the fresh pink wound then, they dig deeper slowly blood runs faster as the predator ***** it in a maroon mess finally it lets go and pulls the once white teeth now decorated in royal red

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC

juliae

Maroon

long white knives that peirce through the skin of their prey first they softly puncture thrickles of blood dripping from the fresh pink wound then, they dig deeper slowly blood runs faster as the predator ***** it in a maroon mess finally it lets go and pulls the once white teeth now decorated in royal red

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Another morning full of clouds Another car just passing by Another hour wasted, missed. Customary, boring, silent, ****** No stream of light. No string of gold. But there's one thing. There is a hope. A hope for light, For somet long new. For something more. Some more from you.

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC

juliae

Hope

Another morning full of clouds Another car just passing by Another hour wasted, missed. Customary, boring, silent, ****** No stream of light. No string of gold. But there's one thing. There is a hope. A hope for light, For somet long new. For something more. Some more from you.

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I held the paper the sweet lie in my hands and devoured it. Each word like a drug lulled me More. And more. The poison seeped into me My heart absorbed it. Now the cold wind swirls in it Pain. Cold pain. It's real. The missing piece destroys me.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

juliae

Sweet, sweet poison

I held the paper the sweet lie in my hands and devoured it. Each word like a drug lulled me More. And more. The poison seeped into me My heart absorbed it. Now the cold wind swirls in it Pain. Cold pain. It's real. The missing piece destroys me.

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I hear the wood creaking under his steps His heavy breath Echoes in the long, empty hallway His whistling It gets louder the pitch gets higher as he comes closer The tune I realize I've heard it before I've seen him before A friend. His eyes, they're always so happy Now, the spark is gone insanity madness It has to be My heart beats faster racing like never before It's about to jump I swear he can hear it The steps they're closer so close Silence. He's standing at the door, I know it. I shiver in hiding and hear my shallow breath echo in the darkness in which I hide Silence. he's waiting. The **** slowly turns and he creaks the door open slowly Light streams into the room all I see is the light it gets wider, the light no whistling no steps just heavy breathing and my heart beating he takes a step Goodbye.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

juliae

Goodbye

I hear the wood creaking under his steps His heavy breath Echoes in the long, empty hallway His whistling It gets louder the pitch gets higher as he comes closer The tune I realize I've heard it before I've seen him before A friend. His eyes, they're always so happy Now, the spark is gone insanity madness It has to be My heart beats faster racing like never before It's about to jump I swear he can hear it The steps they're closer so close Silence. He's standing at the door, I know it. I shiver in hiding and hear my shallow breath echo in the darkness in which I hide Silence. he's waiting. The **** slowly turns and he creaks the door open slowly Light streams into the room all I see is the light it gets wider, the light no whistling no steps just heavy breathing and my heart beating he takes a step Goodbye.

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