just-shannon - Hello Poetry

my stomach is sick my legs are weak this disease is eating at me pulling me apart

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC

just-shannon

a million cuts

my stomach is sick my legs are weak this disease is eating at me pulling me apart

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jarringly my head spun in circles what do i do? standing there the tears poured and i screamed what is there to do? all i can see(what is there to see?) is a hazy vision of your presence but are you really there? is it an illusion? i ask and i ask but i dont know will i ever know? i ask myself and i pull forward a shower of blossoms appear red as the moon shining above thee the shadow of you breaks through what…. was i to do? your body falls my hope falls i drop the weapon, clattering on the ground. hope fled, fear ensued the shadow of you breaks through and i fall

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

just-shannon

Untitled

jarringly my head spun in circles what do i do? standing there the tears poured and i screamed what is there to do? all i can see(what is there to see?) is a hazy vision of your presence but are you really there? is it an illusion? i ask and i ask but i dont know will i ever know? i ask myself and i pull forward a shower of blossoms appear red as the moon shining above thee the shadow of you breaks through what…. was i to do? your body falls my hope falls i drop the weapon, clattering on the ground. hope fled, fear ensued the shadow of you breaks through and i fall

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I was… Alone. Alone in a large, large place. Larger than I ever could’ve imagined. Larger than, even maybe, outer space. Looking around at all the terrible sight, The looming darkness that stole my Breath away… In the midst of night. My mind was in a haze, And myself in a daze. All these eyes staring at me, Pressuring me, Their looks... Soft, hard, objectifying. Melancholy, wise, forceful. Forceful, forceful, forceful. All these eyes, straining their visions Just to look at me Just to stare Pressure. There is no way to go. Pressure. No way to get away. Pressure. From the pressure of a million eyes. Pressure. Alone, in this world, I was. Alone, in this world, I am. For days and days, These straining eyes Stared at me. For years and years, These straining eyes Pressured me. Those eyes… Awaited my every move. Like I was a chess piece In their game. Throwing me around Without a second thought. Throwing me around Without a second thought. It felt like a waterfall. Pouring down on me, Pressure… Pouring down on me. I drown.

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC

just-shannon

Eyes, Pressure, Madness

I was… Alone. Alone in a large, large place. Larger than I ever could’ve imagined. Larger than, even maybe, outer space. Looking around at all the terrible sight, The looming darkness that stole my Breath away… In the midst of night. My mind was in a haze, And myself in a daze. All these eyes staring at me, Pressuring me, Their looks... Soft, hard, objectifying. Melancholy, wise, forceful. Forceful, forceful, forceful. All these eyes, straining their visions Just to look at me Just to stare Pressure. There is no way to go. Pressure. No way to get away. Pressure. From the pressure of a million eyes. Pressure. Alone, in this world, I was. Alone, in this world, I am. For days and days, These straining eyes Stared at me. For years and years, These straining eyes Pressured me. Those eyes… Awaited my every move. Like I was a chess piece In their game. Throwing me around Without a second thought. Throwing me around Without a second thought. It felt like a waterfall. Pouring down on me, Pressure… Pouring down on me. I drown.

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