kaitlyn-ann-wells - Hello Poetry

There I was Just a little Aways from A cliff. The mossy, rocky, and clay like Ground, Swell under my feet. I stand at the edge Playfully tipping Forward and back On my heels, Frightening you. Unlike you I know I would never I just come to Enjoy To view, The landscape The peace. And unlike you I know I cannot Control this Dream. My nightmare.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC

Nightmare Poem.

There I was Just a little Aways from A cliff. The mossy, rocky, and clay like Ground, Swell under my feet. I stand at the edge Playfully tipping Forward and back On my heels, Frightening you. Unlike you I know I would never I just come to Enjoy To view, The landscape The peace. And unlike you I know I cannot Control this Dream. My nightmare.

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You're just shy Of an inch away From my hand That makes my Hand Shake and sweat. Not the regular kind The kind that Rattle your teeth And drench you whole. I stare at The picture I have of you And sit and Remember What hasn't Happened yet. You're just shy Of inching closer. Can you feel That I'm Nervous Too?

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC

Love Poem.

You're just shy Of an inch away From my hand That makes my Hand Shake and sweat. Not the regular kind The kind that Rattle your teeth And drench you whole. I stare at The picture I have of you And sit and Remember What hasn't Happened yet. You're just shy Of inching closer. Can you feel That I'm Nervous Too?

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Change to me Is like winter bringing Forth spring. You think you know when It's supposed to arrive How it's supposed to feel, smell, look, sound, taste. But it's never exact Never always on time Or in the right spot But it'll come Eventually. The feelings always Just a little different From before. The smell just a little Darker or lighter From before. The season looking A little brighter, colorful From before. The sound just a little Louder From before. The taste too Sweet to handle, different From before. But change Makes your Life a little Simpler if You let it Better From before.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC

Change.

Change to me Is like winter bringing Forth spring. You think you know when It's supposed to arrive How it's supposed to feel, smell, look, sound, taste. But it's never exact Never always on time Or in the right spot But it'll come Eventually. The feelings always Just a little different From before. The smell just a little Darker or lighter From before. The season looking A little brighter, colorful From before. The sound just a little Louder From before. The taste too Sweet to handle, different From before. But change Makes your Life a little Simpler if You let it Better From before.

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Something that fits In my palm Something you don't want to stomp on With those feet. Something so small I don't know What it's called Something so bright As a Sweet Apple That I wonder If this something Is allowed to be Swallowed I pick it up With my Tiny fingers I pop it in My mouth Like what Mom does With these things She calls "pills" And I swallowed Then I could not breathe, And I panicked Coughed It stuck in my throat, Turning me the color Of the toy That's In my throat And then Remembered What it was Called.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC

The toy I swallowed.

Something that fits In my palm Something you don't want to stomp on With those feet. Something so small I don't know What it's called Something so bright As a Sweet Apple That I wonder If this something Is allowed to be Swallowed I pick it up With my Tiny fingers I pop it in My mouth Like what Mom does With these things She calls "pills" And I swallowed Then I could not breathe, And I panicked Coughed It stuck in my throat, Turning me the color Of the toy That's In my throat And then Remembered What it was Called.

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Have people ever Asked you Why do you read? And you say well... How fun Would it be To just Be in reality, To live one life? When I read I live so many lives And then comes When I read I escape reality, To my own world, Where things can be Possibly possible. That's where it Comes to people Asking, Why do you write? And you say, Well How fun Would it be To just Be in reality To live one life? When I write I return the favor, I share my world With reality To create A bridge From my world To theirs To make it seem Possibly possible.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC

Why I read, Why I write.

Have people ever Asked you Why do you read? And you say well... How fun Would it be To just Be in reality, To live one life? When I read I live so many lives And then comes When I read I escape reality, To my own world, Where things can be Possibly possible. That's where it Comes to people Asking, Why do you write? And you say, Well How fun Would it be To just Be in reality To live one life? When I write I return the favor, I share my world With reality To create A bridge From my world To theirs To make it seem Possibly possible.

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We have those imperfections Like mine. We have those emotions Like mine. Mortality that we can't Bend. Dreams we don't want to Band. I will myself to strive, I will myself to have faith. We have violence, opinions and views, But another thing We want For everyone to stop And have a clue. What makes us human? What's the point? What makes us so special? What really makes us HUMAN?

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC

What makes us human.

We have those imperfections Like mine. We have those emotions Like mine. Mortality that we can't Bend. Dreams we don't want to Band. I will myself to strive, I will myself to have faith. We have violence, opinions and views, But another thing We want For everyone to stop And have a clue. What makes us human? What's the point? What makes us so special? What really makes us HUMAN?

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Music is my daydream Takes me out So far Away From everyone else Where I work out the pieces Of life In my head Music will play The sound so wondrous I can taste it, Can see it, Can touch it, Not just hear, No I don't hear I feel and it takes me By the hand And I feel And I taste And I see.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC

Music.

Music is my daydream Takes me out So far Away From everyone else Where I work out the pieces Of life In my head Music will play The sound so wondrous I can taste it, Can see it, Can touch it, Not just hear, No I don't hear I feel and it takes me By the hand And I feel And I taste And I see.

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The drugs Whether people Realize it Or not Keep me alive So full of life And I crave that Life More and more. And once I have lost Control I realize I have created A monster So malevolent And large. So vastly built So ready for life I've been giving it That I don't want It anymore. I continue so far Till the very end With no mistakes In mind.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC

Perspective.

The drugs Whether people Realize it Or not Keep me alive So full of life And I crave that Life More and more. And once I have lost Control I realize I have created A monster So malevolent And large. So vastly built So ready for life I've been giving it That I don't want It anymore. I continue so far Till the very end With no mistakes In mind.

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The number one thing he Can't see to fix is that he is The on I can't see. And the way the sea Moves reminds me that I'm on a level he Can't be. He reminds me To move on, though he is The one I can't see. I can't seem to remember that he Isn't only wrong about that but I'm on a level he Can't be. There is so much to key And the lock doesn't seem to open The one I can't see. Its time to be At least a little with me I'm on a level he can't be The one I can't see.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC

For Him.

The number one thing he Can't see to fix is that he is The on I can't see. And the way the sea Moves reminds me that I'm on a level he Can't be. He reminds me To move on, though he is The one I can't see. I can't seem to remember that he Isn't only wrong about that but I'm on a level he Can't be. There is so much to key And the lock doesn't seem to open The one I can't see. Its time to be At least a little with me I'm on a level he can't be The one I can't see.

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My child Before you were born I use to eat peaches almost every single day and now every eve of your birth I eat a peach on August the 5th Peaches offer a little more friendship than the cutesy little straight pink flower. Bring warmth to your belly and the fruit feed more of your soul. What I mean is I am your mother, the grateful and tender feeling one. Your friend. Even when it's my end. On its own, the meaning of the fruit in this quiet tone is at once gentler and stronger in thankfulness. Gentle is the true meaning of peaches. Peach is the meaning of desire, my desire to see you succeed and I know that your true love will too. My child, I love you.

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC

Peaches.

My child Before you were born I use to eat peaches almost every single day and now every eve of your birth I eat a peach on August the 5th Peaches offer a little more friendship than the cutesy little straight pink flower. Bring warmth to your belly and the fruit feed more of your soul. What I mean is I am your mother, the grateful and tender feeling one. Your friend. Even when it's my end. On its own, the meaning of the fruit in this quiet tone is at once gentler and stronger in thankfulness. Gentle is the true meaning of peaches. Peach is the meaning of desire, my desire to see you succeed and I know that your true love will too. My child, I love you.

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