katelin-smith - Hello Poetry

How many times a day Do you ask yourself What am i doing here? How many times a day Do you travel To another dimension? There’s just something about being in a place Where you know you don’t belong. How sad it used to make me Attack my mind from all angles Overwhelmed with anxiety Of not “fitting in” Now i’m almost numb Because does anyone really fit in? I believe in wanderers I believe in wandering Through the deepest depths I believe everyone has it in them Every time you feel lost In a sea of people Wander Notice the other wanderers I like to tell my adventures Through poetry Because i can speak in fragments Of short lived thoughts This is my escape From the place i never belonged

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC

katelin-smith

whats your escape?

How many times a day Do you ask yourself What am i doing here? How many times a day Do you travel To another dimension? There’s just something about being in a place Where you know you don’t belong. How sad it used to make me Attack my mind from all angles Overwhelmed with anxiety Of not “fitting in” Now i’m almost numb Because does anyone really fit in? I believe in wanderers I believe in wandering Through the deepest depths I believe everyone has it in them Every time you feel lost In a sea of people Wander Notice the other wanderers I like to tell my adventures Through poetry Because i can speak in fragments Of short lived thoughts This is my escape From the place i never belonged

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I sat on the farthest bench from my parked car Across the fluffy fields Next to a companion i knew for only months She leans slightly towards my ear And points at a girl dressed in floral scarves and stones around her neck My companion Whispers “she looks lost” She didn't mean lost As in direction She meant lost Within herself She said that four letter word With despite Almost humorous was she in her tone What is so much better about knowing yourself? Answer me this Would you rather? Would you rather Decide on the person you are now Destroying free room to elaborate To see new perspectives Close your eyes and be satisfied Or would you rather Decide you are lost Not let the past define you Venture down different paths Open your eyes wider And blossom into the all-knowing Being lost should never be deteriorated. It’s those who are lost Who find all the answers

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC

katelin-smith

The L word

I sat on the farthest bench from my parked car Across the fluffy fields Next to a companion i knew for only months She leans slightly towards my ear And points at a girl dressed in floral scarves and stones around her neck My companion Whispers “she looks lost” She didn't mean lost As in direction She meant lost Within herself She said that four letter word With despite Almost humorous was she in her tone What is so much better about knowing yourself? Answer me this Would you rather? Would you rather Decide on the person you are now Destroying free room to elaborate To see new perspectives Close your eyes and be satisfied Or would you rather Decide you are lost Not let the past define you Venture down different paths Open your eyes wider And blossom into the all-knowing Being lost should never be deteriorated. It’s those who are lost Who find all the answers

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My breath is screaming Heavily convulsing my chest Over and over. I’m losing my grip. The first step is always the hardest. Deciding to decide. Should i lose my grip? Am i allowed to let go? Free falling through weightless molecules. Closing my heart to the world But opening my eyes to a new life. My personal utopia. They won't miss you. There are a million more just like you. The maltreatment of humanity is expanding. Morality slowly shrinks to nothing. This is the life Not only that i live. This is the life Of the millions just like me.

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC

katelin-smith

untitled

My breath is screaming Heavily convulsing my chest Over and over. I’m losing my grip. The first step is always the hardest. Deciding to decide. Should i lose my grip? Am i allowed to let go? Free falling through weightless molecules. Closing my heart to the world But opening my eyes to a new life. My personal utopia. They won't miss you. There are a million more just like you. The maltreatment of humanity is expanding. Morality slowly shrinks to nothing. This is the life Not only that i live. This is the life Of the millions just like me.

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but the way his eyes shine, the rays of the sun become covered and overcome by the brightness, the warmth, and the beauty of the soul inside his eyes and that's what i fell for and that's what i became insane for a.r

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katelin-smith

Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC

ally95t

what i became insane for

but the way his eyes shine, the rays of the sun become covered and overcome by the brightness, the warmth, and the beauty of the soul inside his eyes and that's what i fell for and that's what i became insane for a.r

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I light cigarette after cigarette to sort my own thoughts into piles of ******** and “worse ******** just to create some kind of order in my head. I told myself to never stop trying, to never stop learning but, I continuously find myself reviewing the things I've known for months and even years. I think sometimes humans get too comfortable with their minds and that's why the human brain never will never be used to its potential. Personally, I have gotten way too comfortable in the past couple of years. But the comfort I obtained was none that could be considered enjoyable or blissful. I have became Comfortable with lying and being lied to. I found comfort in the makeup *** that lasts 20 minutes after the two days of crying. I found comfort in the word crazy because at least I wouldn't look stupid. I looked very stupid. I almost never questioned if he was the right one. Not because I believed he was, because I was too scared he wasn't. How easy is it to fall in love with the wrong person? True love has to be easier? Or is this it? This isn't what I've dreamed about. This isn't what I read in books and it's not what's on mtv. There's never a happy ending. The only happy ending I've ever known is laying down, in the seats in the back of my car for a quickie to ease the tension. I hate *** He made me hate physical contact. He made me hate mental contact. I just wanted to sing songs to each other while dancing in our underwear. I wanted to twist his tiny curls. He wanted money. He wanted to work. I wanted to go to school to create a life for us. He wanted me to stay here and stay miserable. I wanted him. He wanted her. That's how the game always worked. I wanted one thing, he wanted another.

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC

katelin-smith

realization of unconditional love

I light cigarette after cigarette to sort my own thoughts into piles of ******** and “worse ******** just to create some kind of order in my head. I told myself to never stop trying, to never stop learning but, I continuously find myself reviewing the things I've known for months and even years. I think sometimes humans get too comfortable with their minds and that's why the human brain never will never be used to its potential. Personally, I have gotten way too comfortable in the past couple of years. But the comfort I obtained was none that could be considered enjoyable or blissful. I have became Comfortable with lying and being lied to. I found comfort in the makeup *** that lasts 20 minutes after the two days of crying. I found comfort in the word crazy because at least I wouldn't look stupid. I looked very stupid. I almost never questioned if he was the right one. Not because I believed he was, because I was too scared he wasn't. How easy is it to fall in love with the wrong person? True love has to be easier? Or is this it? This isn't what I've dreamed about. This isn't what I read in books and it's not what's on mtv. There's never a happy ending. The only happy ending I've ever known is laying down, in the seats in the back of my car for a quickie to ease the tension. I hate *** He made me hate physical contact. He made me hate mental contact. I just wanted to sing songs to each other while dancing in our underwear. I wanted to twist his tiny curls. He wanted money. He wanted to work. I wanted to go to school to create a life for us. He wanted me to stay here and stay miserable. I wanted him. He wanted her. That's how the game always worked. I wanted one thing, he wanted another.

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I'm tired of being tired but I’m even more tired of being awake I hate breathing But everytime i try to stop I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself To see how long i can hold my breath I see it as a game But should you play with death? “Stop ******* eating Xanax” Keep eating xanax The same people telling you to stop Give you more reasons to play the game Most people want to win I’d rather lose I want to disappear They tell me this is only going to end one way And i respond with only one word “Hopefully”

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC

katelin-smith

my monster

I'm tired of being tired but I’m even more tired of being awake I hate breathing But everytime i try to stop I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself To see how long i can hold my breath I see it as a game But should you play with death? “Stop ******* eating Xanax” Keep eating xanax The same people telling you to stop Give you more reasons to play the game Most people want to win I’d rather lose I want to disappear They tell me this is only going to end one way And i respond with only one word “Hopefully”

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Why can't i see straight? Is the music video supposed to look that way? Im overwhelmed In a good way I like feeling insane I have an excuse now I can’t think of any ugly color Running away sounds like a better idea Than any idea i've heard all year I wish i never had to eat again I probably should take care of my body How many galaxies surround us How many planets are there actually Or is it all a lie Neil Armstrong didn't land on the moon It's a huge hologram Were being played with like dolls By higher beings Ok, now talk to someone. It's okay just be normal Kinda hard to do when their face is upside down How many of you are there? I wish i could tell you how i feel but…. Acid. Stop moving Stop standing still Stop laughing Shut up you're being weird Who cares. I know everything But nothing All at the same time And i find it quite extravagant

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC

katelin-smith

finding myself

Why can't i see straight? Is the music video supposed to look that way? Im overwhelmed In a good way I like feeling insane I have an excuse now I can’t think of any ugly color Running away sounds like a better idea Than any idea i've heard all year I wish i never had to eat again I probably should take care of my body How many galaxies surround us How many planets are there actually Or is it all a lie Neil Armstrong didn't land on the moon It's a huge hologram Were being played with like dolls By higher beings Ok, now talk to someone. It's okay just be normal Kinda hard to do when their face is upside down How many of you are there? I wish i could tell you how i feel but…. Acid. Stop moving Stop standing still Stop laughing Shut up you're being weird Who cares. I know everything But nothing All at the same time And i find it quite extravagant

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The universe hands me everything For some reason I push it away I'm selfish, wasteful Worthless and hopeless Nowhere to run Except six feet under I'm ready to be stuck there I wish I never had to wake up It would make it easier on everyone On everything

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC

katelin-smith

cant stand still

The universe hands me everything For some reason I push it away I'm selfish, wasteful Worthless and hopeless Nowhere to run Except six feet under I'm ready to be stuck there I wish I never had to wake up It would make it easier on everyone On everything

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We chase each other… Around the spinning rings of planets Just to share our secrets Too abnormal for anyone to hear I woke up. I once had a dream You were my everything But really my everything this time My oxygen In a house on fire Recreation of myself Just way less flaws I woke up. You are my everything.

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Mar 9, 2017

Mar 9, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC

katelin-smith

Chasing secrets

We chase each other… Around the spinning rings of planets Just to share our secrets Too abnormal for anyone to hear I woke up. I once had a dream You were my everything But really my everything this time My oxygen In a house on fire Recreation of myself Just way less flaws I woke up. You are my everything.

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