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maxx-lopez
American me maxx. you follower. / iDance. iRun. iSkateboard. iYoga. / i live life my by the motto, "im not here to make friends. im here to become americas next top model." / lets go set some things on fire together. / tumblr: ofmaxxmonstersandmen.tumblr.com / instagram & twitter: @tothemaxx11 / -all original poems-
i remember all the memories we made at the stroke of 12 in the middle of the night. all the moments we spent together dreaming of the future we have together when we get out. thinking of the life we would live once we are away from the horrors and nightmares that reek in this life. wondering about where we would go and who we would be once we got out and burned this town and left it all behind and never ever not ever looked back. all the memories we made at the stroke of midnight, they are anything but coming true because there is no more a me and you.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Midnight Memories
you’re gone. and you may come back, but i won’t be waiting at your doorstep. you’re gone. and so i am. you left me behind, not once, but twice. this has happened before. i’ve left before you can come home. treat me like dirt, i’ll treat you like mud. you’ve done this before, not only to me. you’ve done this before, so how could i not see. how could i not tell that you would leave without saying goodbye. how could i not see that i wasn’t important to you at all, but you were important to me. i never got a goodbye from you, and its such a shame because, you see, you will never hear a hello from me.
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
-No More Hellos-
sometimes i miss the days when we didnt know how to be sad. sometimes i miss the moments when we were never apart. sometimes i miss the days that never let the sun set. sometimes i miss the days we didn’t know judgement and hate. sometimes i miss the days when we didnt know about abandonment. sometimes i miss the days when we didnt wish to die instead of live. sometimes i miss the days where i didnt see everything has a suicidal escape. sometimes i miss the days where all your words were of innocence. sometimes i miss the days when people didnt tell me, “smile more.” sometimes i miss the days when i did remember how to smile. sometimes i miss the days where i didnt know what relapse and recovery meant. sometimes i miss the days when everyone loved everyone. sometimes i miss the days that meant everything to me. but now they’re gone. and im here alone. some days i miss the times i thought i knew happiness. because thats all i ever knew.
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
-Sometimes-
left out in the street. left out in the rain. left out to die. left with only pain. you walk away. dont even look back at me. dont think to stay. youve had your fun. you saw your rays of sun. but thats over. you take it all back. "we were just having fun, but i think we’re done.” i was to fill your void. but soon you felt annoyed. annoyed sadly by me. that is quite clear to see. so kick me out. drop me off. push me away. shove me down. toss me behind. and walk away. me stuck under the cold rain. waiting for a new day. a better day. a new day. a day that’ll never come. not for me at least. thanks to all that i’ve become. i’ll lie here. and the worst part is, i’ll stay here. and wait for you to come back. when i’ll apologize. and you’ll forgive. but my tortured memories, are to be relived.
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
-Left Out-
September. remember, back in school being seniors meant we had rule. we were on top and nothing would make us stop. but that didn't mean i didnt have deep secrets in my dreams. school had just begun back when we still had the sun. but i had clouds closing in thought i didn't tell a soul. so i began my journey into the deep, dark, hole. October. remember, when the days grew dark so fast. but that didn't stop others from having a blast. when i was asked to go, i always said no. because when the sun set, that reminder became a threat. i was busy gathering what i need to carry out my one last final deed. November. remember. remember november? i know you do. i know you wish it wasn't true. i know you wish i could make it undo. but don't you see, what people do or say really does hurt me. if you already know that, why did you call me fat? if you already knew i was sad, why did you save what you had? if you dont know why, why did you let me die? remember? back in november? sunday night to monday morning. my heart stopped beating. happy 18th, baby girl. watch your blood swirl. onto the floor or down the drain. outside her window, it rained, and rained, and rained. 3 empty bottles by her bed. mother's hands holding her head. paramedics write it off as suicide; her own hands is how she died. now, i know you remember. back to december. seniors you were, but everything became a sudden blur. all the tears, being blinked away. wishing i could have stayed. now that i'm gone, you finally realize what you had ll along. even though you're too late, you'll treat this matter with more weight. i wish you knew before monday morning, at 12:02. september began. october started to show. november held all the signs. december you are undermined. remember how you felt back in december? feelings of then will teach you when it happens again. so please, learn from my death and me. save the one for whose life can be foreseen. and lastly, make me a promise, never ever forget. always remember december.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
-Remember Back To December-
September. remember, back in school being seniors meant we had rule. we were on top and nothing would make us stop. but that didn't mean i didnt have deep secrets in my dreams. school had just begun back when we still had the sun. but i had clouds closing in thought i didn't tell a soul. so i began my journey into the deep, dark, hole. October. remember, when the days grew dark so fast. but that didn't stop others from having a blast. when i was asked to go, i always said no. because when the sun set, that reminder became a threat. i was busy gathering what i need to carry out my one last final deed. November. remember. remember november? i know you do. i know you wish it wasn't true. i know you wish i could make it undo. but don't you see, what people do or say really does hurt me. if you already know that, why did you call me fat? if you already knew i was sad, why did you save what you had? if you dont know why, why did you let me die? remember? back in november? sunday night to monday morning. my heart stopped beating. happy 18th, baby girl. watch your blood swirl. onto the floor or down the drain. outside her window, it rained, and rained, and rained. 3 empty bottles by her bed. mother's hands holding her head. paramedics write it off as suicide; her own hands is how she died. now, i know you remember. back to december. seniors you were, but everything became a sudden blur. all the tears, being blinked away. wishing i could have stayed. now that i'm gone, you finally realize what you had ll along. even though you're too late, you'll treat this matter with more weight. i wish you knew before monday morning, at 12:02. september began. october started to show. november held all the signs. december you are undermined. remember how you felt back in december? feelings of then will teach you when it happens again. so please, learn from my death and me. save the one for whose life can be foreseen. and lastly, make me a promise, never ever forget. always remember december.
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35 years from now you drinking in a bar only thinking"How?" you begin to remember back to that year, in november. that day in november, you will always remember. how could you not you are the reason after all why she would bawl. sunday night, he left you 6 messages and called 9 times. with no answer from you her lips ended in blue. but this time, it's 12:02. morning of monday, it was her birthday. 35 years later, head in hands, asking "why did i let her?' october, she called your name. but you claimed it was just a game. then came early november you can help but remember how she asked for your hand, but said you had other plans. her end came nearer and not until now do you see clearer. not until after did you notice her absence of laughter. today, is her birthday. and every year you have too many beers and add one more regret starting with the day we met. 'if i never said hello, and you never said hi, you wouldn't have to say goodbye." today, you have 35 regrets. today you have another reason to fret. 35 years later, you still don't see. what made her do all these terrible things. but deep down, you really know. if you hadn't said "i wish i didn't say hello", she would still be alive, and not ill. if you hadn't been so mean, she would've been alive to celebrate her turning eighteen.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
-35 Things You Regret-
Here comes the train. the train, here is comes. here comes the train. hear it? its getting louder, ' and louder, and louder, and louder, more than ever before. here comes the train. i'm sure you hear the train. it was the horn, that she heard so well. it was the horn, that told her it was nearing. it was the horn, that let her know when to step out. it was the horn, that blew and sounded; loud and clear. here comes the train, the train here it comes.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
-Here Comes The Train-
i'll never let you see what you've done to me i'll never let you know where i'm planning to go except after i'm gone you'll all be too late. to say if i could just have wait. wait for what? for me to slice another cut? then you run, tp say what i have done for you to feel like you have won. won the battle between me and my life with you not even involved but there i go again slaying against my wrist is the knife and sitting there as i tear tear off the plastic uncap the lid discover whats been hid a capsule of blue multiple and brand new taste the bottle on my lips not even the razor's nips could substitute what i will soon endure a pain free path for sure but the only way to get there? step in the puddle of blood there's no lack of it, it's a flood a flood of my own nothing i have ever shown as the ultimate sacrifice, i just want to say, maybe there would have been one day when someone would have finally said "the things inside your head are driving insane and its leading you to a world of pain. take my hand, and follow my lead someplace to where you will not need the use or crave for blades & pills because my love & caring will end your desire to **** but that is all a tale it is all in my head that someone will have said "i will save you." and now its too late because i will reach for the razors as my evening date and later lose my innocence deep into the dark as it is late my innocence taken by the one and only multiple swallowed capsules as i say one last time, "if i wasn't so lonely" then everyone wouldn't say, 'why?" and i didnt have to write, "goodbye."
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
-I'll Never-
i'll never let you see what you've done to me i'll never let you know where i'm planning to go except after i'm gone you'll all be too late. to say if i could just have wait. wait for what? for me to slice another cut? then you run, tp say what i have done for you to feel like you have won. won the battle between me and my life with you not even involved but there i go again slaying against my wrist is the knife and sitting there as i tear tear off the plastic uncap the lid discover whats been hid a capsule of blue multiple and brand new taste the bottle on my lips not even the razor's nips could substitute what i will soon endure a pain free path for sure but the only way to get there? step in the puddle of blood there's no lack of it, it's a flood a flood of my own nothing i have ever shown as the ultimate sacrifice, i just want to say, maybe there would have been one day when someone would have finally said "the things inside your head are driving insane and its leading you to a world of pain. take my hand, and follow my lead someplace to where you will not need the use or crave for blades & pills because my love & caring will end your desire to **** but that is all a tale it is all in my head that someone will have said "i will save you." and now its too late because i will reach for the razors as my evening date and later lose my innocence deep into the dark as it is late my innocence taken by the one and only multiple swallowed capsules as i say one last time, "if i wasn't so lonely" then everyone wouldn't say, 'why?" and i didnt have to write, "goodbye."
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they say relapse is a part of recovery but is it really? what if its your body saying you can't do it. you can do nothing but sit and watch as you hal lu cin ate places that seem so de so late. when really you are clearly there are people around you but all think what you need is a good shrink. they say relapse is just a part of recovery. or maybe its really a reminder that says you're a nobody. this reality gives me insanity. this society gives me anxiety.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
-R&R and S&R-
let it go; its too far gone. what's it like? to scream til you strain your throat. to cry till it hurts so bad you cant even sob. to cut so much you run out of room. to bleed so often that you are set into a trance by the red liquid. to full the aches by downing pill after pill and not knowing which one will end up numbing you so much youre on the brink of death. to starve and starve and starve and starve, but be disrupted by the conflicted counterpart disorder. to be hated and not accepted until medicine is introduced to change who you are; to someone that is only liked when medicated. to wear your memories engraved into your skin. to watch as one in particular tries to save you, and throw on a smile for their peace of mind. but know that smile can be a frown in a second, when turned upside down.
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
-Let It Go-