just-me-3 - Hello Poetry

One year and six moths ago she was a different person. One who never believed. One who never lived. She was a shell of a human Breathing and blinking Never once was there happiness in her blinking eyes or excitement in her breath. One year and six months ago She never even saw herself living that long. Her life was suppose to end that fateful cold March night. But one year and six months ago she found a small glimmer of hope She can't remember where or who She can't remember anything really. One year and six months ago, she chose life.

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Oct 11, 2015

Oct 11, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC

One Year Six Months

One year and six moths ago she was a different person. One who never believed. One who never lived. She was a shell of a human Breathing and blinking Never once was there happiness in her blinking eyes or excitement in her breath. One year and six months ago She never even saw herself living that long. Her life was suppose to end that fateful cold March night. But one year and six months ago she found a small glimmer of hope She can't remember where or who She can't remember anything really. One year and six months ago, she chose life.

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It has been a while It has been too long I am at a loss for words Remember me when I am gone.

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC

Loss

It has been a while It has been too long I am at a loss for words Remember me when I am gone.

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Gemma~: Autres Temps, Autres Vertus~~ A young girl, so innocent, so new, Cheerful and happy in any place, Sat alone in her room, beneath the argent glow of the moon And whispered to the jewels that glittered the sky “I am beautiful, I am me.” Now that she's older, the world around her has become colder. As she sits in her bed, beneath the lunar glare, Silver turns to red, While she whispers to her familiar jewels “Am I beautiful, am I me?” The moons go by, and her jewels remain ever changeless. This time she stands on a chair, illuminated by the metallic gleam of the moon she held so dear With one last breath and one last glance, arms wide open, she whispers “I want to be beautiful, I want to be you,” And welcomes death. The moon continued through its phases, and the stars stayed their course. He sits alone in her room, in the argent glow of the moon And whispers to her jewels that glitter the sky ***“To me, you were always beautiful, to me you were always you. There is no one to blame, but the world who ought to hang her head in shame.”***

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC

Gemma

Gemma~: Autres Temps, Autres Vertus~~ A young girl, so innocent, so new, Cheerful and happy in any place, Sat alone in her room, beneath the argent glow of the moon And whispered to the jewels that glittered the sky “I am beautiful, I am me.” Now that she's older, the world around her has become colder. As she sits in her bed, beneath the lunar glare, Silver turns to red, While she whispers to her familiar jewels “Am I beautiful, am I me?” The moons go by, and her jewels remain ever changeless. This time she stands on a chair, illuminated by the metallic gleam of the moon she held so dear With one last breath and one last glance, arms wide open, she whispers “I want to be beautiful, I want to be you,” And welcomes death. The moon continued through its phases, and the stars stayed their course. He sits alone in her room, in the argent glow of the moon And whispers to her jewels that glitter the sky ***“To me, you were always beautiful, to me you were always you. There is no one to blame, but the world who ought to hang her head in shame.”***

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The snow glimmers like diamonds, each falling flake sparkling in its own array of prismatic colors. The sky, clear and blue, is sprinkled with these small gems. breathe in. The air is cool and crisp, stinging her nose on every intake, but filling her lungs with clean fresh air. breathe out. Little puffs of steam flow from her mouth and into the world, each little droplet tumbling over another as they scramble to explore this new universe, until they vanish completely from sight. breathe in. The soft breeze drifts carelessly over the snow, leaving an icy touch in its wake. breathe out. The thumps of her heart increase and fill her ears as she approaches the gate. breathe in. The thumps become steady, a rhythmic beat to keep the time. breathe out. Three. The hand goes up. breathe in. Two. silence. One. It drops. breathe out She is gone.

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC

Untitled

The snow glimmers like diamonds, each falling flake sparkling in its own array of prismatic colors. The sky, clear and blue, is sprinkled with these small gems. breathe in. The air is cool and crisp, stinging her nose on every intake, but filling her lungs with clean fresh air. breathe out. Little puffs of steam flow from her mouth and into the world, each little droplet tumbling over another as they scramble to explore this new universe, until they vanish completely from sight. breathe in. The soft breeze drifts carelessly over the snow, leaving an icy touch in its wake. breathe out. The thumps of her heart increase and fill her ears as she approaches the gate. breathe in. The thumps become steady, a rhythmic beat to keep the time. breathe out. Three. The hand goes up. breathe in. Two. silence. One. It drops. breathe out She is gone.

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Something happened Maybe it was the distance Maybe it was the time All I know is that we aren't the same Everything we were Memories we created All have faded from your mind Gone. You said always and forever I don’t want to give up on you But it looks like you have already given up on me.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC

Change

Something happened Maybe it was the distance Maybe it was the time All I know is that we aren't the same Everything we were Memories we created All have faded from your mind Gone. You said always and forever I don’t want to give up on you But it looks like you have already given up on me.

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She sits next to him Head on his shoulder, head on hers Sitting in blissful happiness The music bringing them closer and closer The notes fill her head Singing to her The lyrics imprint themselves on her soul Never letting her forget A year ago He remembered what she showed him a year ago The song the lyrics the band How? As she sits next to him, head on his shoulder Doubt fills her mind Second guessing her choice Was it a mistake? The longer she sits the more she doubts Was it a mistake? What would have happened if she had said yes? Happiness or a beautiful disaster Would she be happy with him?  He makes her feel things Good and bad He makes her laugh and hate him at the same time  But that doesn't matter What matters is that he makes her happy A small smiles stretches across her lips as she sits there next to him Memories flooding her mind But the smile slowly fades, replaced by an... emptiness Why? Because he's leaving next year She'll never see him again Was it a mistake turning him down? What would have happened had she said yes? Happiness or a beautiful disaster She'll never know though and it is slowly killing her But for now she'll sit, content to be next to him and almost happy

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC

Mistake?

She sits next to him Head on his shoulder, head on hers Sitting in blissful happiness The music bringing them closer and closer The notes fill her head Singing to her The lyrics imprint themselves on her soul Never letting her forget A year ago He remembered what she showed him a year ago The song the lyrics the band How? As she sits next to him, head on his shoulder Doubt fills her mind Second guessing her choice Was it a mistake? The longer she sits the more she doubts Was it a mistake? What would have happened if she had said yes? Happiness or a beautiful disaster Would she be happy with him?  He makes her feel things Good and bad He makes her laugh and hate him at the same time  But that doesn't matter What matters is that he makes her happy A small smiles stretches across her lips as she sits there next to him Memories flooding her mind But the smile slowly fades, replaced by an... emptiness Why? Because he's leaving next year She'll never see him again Was it a mistake turning him down? What would have happened had she said yes? Happiness or a beautiful disaster She'll never know though and it is slowly killing her But for now she'll sit, content to be next to him and almost happy

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You say you hate me You say it because I haven't been a good friend lately but you don't understand Why Why I'm the way I am Why I've become who I am. You'll never understand You'll say you do if I tell you but you'll never understand You wouldn't be able to understand because you don't know what's happening You've never lived in my hell. So before you say: "I thought you where my ******* friend." Try living my hell, see how long you can survive before you crumble We're all in the same game We're just on different levels of hell So keep that in mind before you speak.

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC

Why (Part II)

You say you hate me You say it because I haven't been a good friend lately but you don't understand Why Why I'm the way I am Why I've become who I am. You'll never understand You'll say you do if I tell you but you'll never understand You wouldn't be able to understand because you don't know what's happening You've never lived in my hell. So before you say: "I thought you where my ******* friend." Try living my hell, see how long you can survive before you crumble We're all in the same game We're just on different levels of hell So keep that in mind before you speak.

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If I asked you what you loved what would you say? Can I guess? Your mother, father, brother, sister Reading, writing, singing Music, friends Everything The list could go on and on am I right? I think I am. But. How long would it take you to say the most important one Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? Ever? Would you be able to say it Could you even say it How long would it take you to say myself I love myself For some It never happens Why you ask? How could someone not love themselves? I think you know. But you just don't want too. You don't want to see it, hear it. But I'm going to tell you. Whether you like it or not. So Why? Why is because when she looks in the mirror All she sees is an ugly face An ugly body And ugly soul How could she love such an ugly being? Why is because when she lies awake at 3 in the morning All her insecurities attack her All her doubts, her worries Flood her every thought, drowning everything else out How could she love such a weak pathetic being? So you ask why some will never be able to say "I love myself" This is Why These are the thoughts going through their heads The thoughts that never leave them alone

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Jan 9, 2014

Jan 9, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC

Why

If I asked you what you loved what would you say? Can I guess? Your mother, father, brother, sister Reading, writing, singing Music, friends Everything The list could go on and on am I right? I think I am. But. How long would it take you to say the most important one Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? Ever? Would you be able to say it Could you even say it How long would it take you to say myself I love myself For some It never happens Why you ask? How could someone not love themselves? I think you know. But you just don't want too. You don't want to see it, hear it. But I'm going to tell you. Whether you like it or not. So Why? Why is because when she looks in the mirror All she sees is an ugly face An ugly body And ugly soul How could she love such an ugly being? Why is because when she lies awake at 3 in the morning All her insecurities attack her All her doubts, her worries Flood her every thought, drowning everything else out How could she love such a weak pathetic being? So you ask why some will never be able to say "I love myself" This is Why These are the thoughts going through their heads The thoughts that never leave them alone

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Just once I whisper so I pick up the silver and watch as it turns to red its easy quick done First it was anger next it was the voices then addiction Before I know it the silver gets bigger and the red gets deeper then The red fades and I fade with it. Its the only thing that keeps me alive now without it I don't know what to do how to function how to make it all go away Its my Artist's Addiction So the now blades are bigger the cuts are deeper the sleeves are longer and the scars last forever. *When everything feels like the movies You bleed just to know you're alive* I can paint prettier pictures now pictures I like pictures I can't live without but there's a twist The paintbrush, its my razor silver screaming at me use me I can take it all away The canvas, its my wrist that screams out to me I know you want to Even when I'm at my best they both scream out at me Its my Artist's Addiction

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Jan 5, 2014

Jan 5, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

Artist's Addiction

Just once I whisper so I pick up the silver and watch as it turns to red its easy quick done First it was anger next it was the voices then addiction Before I know it the silver gets bigger and the red gets deeper then The red fades and I fade with it. Its the only thing that keeps me alive now without it I don't know what to do how to function how to make it all go away Its my Artist's Addiction So the now blades are bigger the cuts are deeper the sleeves are longer and the scars last forever. *When everything feels like the movies You bleed just to know you're alive* I can paint prettier pictures now pictures I like pictures I can't live without but there's a twist The paintbrush, its my razor silver screaming at me use me I can take it all away The canvas, its my wrist that screams out to me I know you want to Even when I'm at my best they both scream out at me Its my Artist's Addiction

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Reach for the blade. Its the only thing that can make you feel anything now. Now that everyone has destroyed what's left of you... How you will ever be the same again... Draw it across and watch as the red flows behind it Again and again, again and again, again and again Till there is nothing but red Dripping Falling Bleeding At first its anger, hatred, betrayal Then it becomes less and less More of a habit Till you feel nothing at all And all you want are the scars and to try to feel, try to be in control of something It is always easier to start than it is to stop

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC

Blades

Reach for the blade. Its the only thing that can make you feel anything now. Now that everyone has destroyed what's left of you... How you will ever be the same again... Draw it across and watch as the red flows behind it Again and again, again and again, again and again Till there is nothing but red Dripping Falling Bleeding At first its anger, hatred, betrayal Then it becomes less and less More of a habit Till you feel nothing at all And all you want are the scars and to try to feel, try to be in control of something It is always easier to start than it is to stop

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