marcia - Hello Poetry

I AM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR RING I AM JUST ASKING FOR YOUR LOVE. I AM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR NAME I AM JUST ASKING FOR YOUR WORDS. I AM NOT ASKING FOR A YEAR I AM JUST ASKING FOR A MINUTE. I AM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR FAITH I AM JUST ASKING FOR YOUR TRUTH. I AM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR HEART I AM JUST ASKING FOR THE WORDS WITHIN IT. I AM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR KIDS I AM JUST ASKING FOR A SINGLE SENTANCE. I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I AM JUST ASKING FOR A LITTLE. ALL I AM JUST ASKING FOR IS FOR YOU TO JUST SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC

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you're always picking on me bulling my feelings and making my sorrow more painful sometimes i wonder if the three words you always used to whisper in my ears ever mattered because your hurtful words at times seemed to over shadow those wonderful words. but than its ok, because you're my mother i'll always forgive you and let the love i have for you overcloud my judgement

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

to my bully mother

you're always picking on me bulling my feelings and making my sorrow more painful sometimes i wonder if the three words you always used to whisper in my ears ever mattered because your hurtful words at times seemed to over shadow those wonderful words. but than its ok, because you're my mother i'll always forgive you and let the love i have for you overcloud my judgement

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i cried n cried so hard n so loud hoping that someone might hear me, open the door and save me from my own tears, but little did i know nobody really wanted to hear my cries. no meter how loud n hard i cried everyone jst blocked their ears n increased their radio volumes because in this world its every man for himself, nobody really cares about my problems n nobody is i the mood of comforting a sorbing baby not even my very own mother. i simply going to drawn in my own tears

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC

drawning in my own tears

i cried n cried so hard n so loud hoping that someone might hear me, open the door and save me from my own tears, but little did i know nobody really wanted to hear my cries. no meter how loud n hard i cried everyone jst blocked their ears n increased their radio volumes because in this world its every man for himself, nobody really cares about my problems n nobody is i the mood of comforting a sorbing baby not even my very own mother. i simply going to drawn in my own tears

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My dear clock plz borrow me ur all so great wand so that i can turn back time....i promise i wont be long, i'm jst going there around the coner, to the time when i took my all so precious key, the key that laid on the high temples, and opened up my pure precious heart to wear it around my silly silky sleeves... oh dear clock plz borrow me ur mighty wand which holds all the powers of time travel so that i can go back to the time when i read my heart out loud so dat my precious lovely words wont ever lay on his selfish ears again... oh oh ohh dear old clock would u plz plz plz borrow me your great powerful wand so that i could go back to the time whn i told him that i love him....because ryt now it feels as if i made a foolish mistake...

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC

A foolish mistake

My dear clock plz borrow me ur all so great wand so that i can turn back time....i promise i wont be long, i'm jst going there around the coner, to the time when i took my all so precious key, the key that laid on the high temples, and opened up my pure precious heart to wear it around my silly silky sleeves... oh dear clock plz borrow me ur mighty wand which holds all the powers of time travel so that i can go back to the time when i read my heart out loud so dat my precious lovely words wont ever lay on his selfish ears again... oh oh ohh dear old clock would u plz plz plz borrow me your great powerful wand so that i could go back to the time whn i told him that i love him....because ryt now it feels as if i made a foolish mistake...

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his beauty runs dwn a golden cup dat all the angels drink from so heavenly, so pure and so precious is wat he looks lyk. yet he bites, stings and n draws everyone arwnd him closer jst jst to suffercate them. he only compels you in oder to **** you... he's a beast...a beautiful beast which kills the expectations on people

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC

A beautiful beast

his beauty runs dwn a golden cup dat all the angels drink from so heavenly, so pure and so precious is wat he looks lyk. yet he bites, stings and n draws everyone arwnd him closer jst jst to suffercate them. he only compels you in oder to **** you... he's a beast...a beautiful beast which kills the expectations on people

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Poetry is not jst read but poetry also is analysed...

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC

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Poetry is not jst read but poetry also is analysed...

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2day I've showered my face wth tears N so i feel sad,bitter n salty My wounds burn 4rm all de salt of my tears My eyes r dry frm all de tears they've lost N my soul is torn apart by de pain i feel 2day my day was an incline...started out gud only 2 get worse. Dnt call m ok, dnt ask me abwt it 2mrrw, i wont feel lyk tlking abwt it, i preffered texting bcoz its better than tlking... Gudnyt

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC

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2day I've showered my face wth tears N so i feel sad,bitter n salty My wounds burn 4rm all de salt of my tears My eyes r dry frm all de tears they've lost N my soul is torn apart by de pain i feel 2day my day was an incline...started out gud only 2 get worse. Dnt call m ok, dnt ask me abwt it 2mrrw, i wont feel lyk tlking abwt it, i preffered texting bcoz its better than tlking... Gudnyt

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dear poetry thank you for being there for me thank you for permiting me to express myself thank you for being my pillow of streangth thank you for your great wise words thank you for the endless boring advice i never wanted to hear thank you for the wonderfull inspiration i needed in my life thank you for not giving up on me when i was down thank you for listening to my endless complains about the terrable troubling woes in my life thank you for catching all the torn apart tears i have cried thank you for being there everynight in bed and thank you for being a friend!...

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

dear poetry

dear poetry thank you for being there for me thank you for permiting me to express myself thank you for being my pillow of streangth thank you for your great wise words thank you for the endless boring advice i never wanted to hear thank you for the wonderfull inspiration i needed in my life thank you for not giving up on me when i was down thank you for listening to my endless complains about the terrable troubling woes in my life thank you for catching all the torn apart tears i have cried thank you for being there everynight in bed and thank you for being a friend!...

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With tears on my eyes, after all the angry words were written I sat there, starring at the wall heart bleeding with words but yet soul silently crying out... And so I wrote... Today my soul is silent but not at peace Today my soul is listening to my disappointed thoughts and painful heart filled with sorrows singing a verse of complain... Today my soul is simply just listening, singing a chorus of..."its ok its ok its ok" and my spirit sighes as it listens..

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC

my silent soul

With tears on my eyes, after all the angry words were written I sat there, starring at the wall heart bleeding with words but yet soul silently crying out... And so I wrote... Today my soul is silent but not at peace Today my soul is listening to my disappointed thoughts and painful heart filled with sorrows singing a verse of complain... Today my soul is simply just listening, singing a chorus of..."its ok its ok its ok" and my spirit sighes as it listens..

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I'm suicidal I have thought about it not only once or twice but thrice I'm suicidal I have written hundreds, thousands and millions of letters I'm suicidal I'm a danger to myself I'm suicidal I see no fun in living.

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC

I'm suicidal

I'm suicidal I have thought about it not only once or twice but thrice I'm suicidal I have written hundreds, thousands and millions of letters I'm suicidal I'm a danger to myself I'm suicidal I see no fun in living.

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