megan-matthews - Hello Poetry

Writing. It will reveal Things you already knew, Like the scars you see on your skin. Lost, Found.

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC

Writing. It will reveal Things you already knew, Like the scars you see on your skin. Lost, Found.

Your love is contagious, your scent is outrageous. your eyes are illuminating, your smile is captivating. every inch, every sound, every memory. it’s contagious. Your words- they are kind, they are wise. Your words- inspire me, entice me. Your words- are contagious.

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 11:02 PM UTC

Contagious

Your love is contagious, your scent is outrageous. your eyes are illuminating, your smile is captivating. every inch, every sound, every memory. it’s contagious. Your words- they are kind, they are wise. Your words- inspire me, entice me. Your words- are contagious.

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As rain hits a cold tin roof my thoughts-- they stay very aloof. I think only, of you. You make up every minuscule part of my thoughts, every memory, every dream.

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC

Every thought

As rain hits a cold tin roof my thoughts-- they stay very aloof. I think only, of you. You make up every minuscule part of my thoughts, every memory, every dream.

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I miss their cold house I miss sittinn w/ them on their couch. I remember that one time we had to **** a mouse I miss their smiling faces even though their was alcohol traces the talk of their adoption cases the big giant hugs the evenly stained rugs and the spray for the nasty bugs the personalized birthday cakes them being there when I wake those art projects we used to make their faces when I walked in the door when we all pitched in to clean the floor my dad would always snore the long messages they left on my phone how I could never ever find a comb they way we all sang off-tone I miss when we prayed before diner we were really all just beginners all these things I can't help but remeber prayers in the evening night the occasional sibling fight my dad was always right I love them so much our story is truly touching so inspiring and such even though things got really rough there is no deny that we were really tough I didn't get to see long enough I'm longing for the day that I can finally say we are all here to stay. when we danced in the family room and in the sring when the flowers bloomed to the nights where we sat outside and saw the moon in the summer when we swam at the pool in the afternoons when they came home from school to the days it started to get cool I miss the crazy hair doos all the days that had been rued when everyone was in a good mood when katie wore he skirts too short and I watched them play basketball on the bball courts when elizabeth would laugh and then snort:) when we had that huge waterfight in the backyard when we would throw pillows at each other really hard the way we always made each other birthday cards how we all had to squeeze in our car the way they liked pickles from a jar that big brownie that kinda looked like tar the hello kitty cd player the giant peppper shaker and the pro food maker I miss them with all my heart it was all ment to be from the start all of us did our parts. I miss them

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:25 PM UTC

i miss them

I miss their cold house I miss sittinn w/ them on their couch. I remember that one time we had to **** a mouse I miss their smiling faces even though their was alcohol traces the talk of their adoption cases the big giant hugs the evenly stained rugs and the spray for the nasty bugs the personalized birthday cakes them being there when I wake those art projects we used to make their faces when I walked in the door when we all pitched in to clean the floor my dad would always snore the long messages they left on my phone how I could never ever find a comb they way we all sang off-tone I miss when we prayed before diner we were really all just beginners all these things I can't help but remeber prayers in the evening night the occasional sibling fight my dad was always right I love them so much our story is truly touching so inspiring and such even though things got really rough there is no deny that we were really tough I didn't get to see long enough I'm longing for the day that I can finally say we are all here to stay. when we danced in the family room and in the sring when the flowers bloomed to the nights where we sat outside and saw the moon in the summer when we swam at the pool in the afternoons when they came home from school to the days it started to get cool I miss the crazy hair doos all the days that had been rued when everyone was in a good mood when katie wore he skirts too short and I watched them play basketball on the bball courts when elizabeth would laugh and then snort:) when we had that huge waterfight in the backyard when we would throw pillows at each other really hard the way we always made each other birthday cards how we all had to squeeze in our car the way they liked pickles from a jar that big brownie that kinda looked like tar the hello kitty cd player the giant peppper shaker and the pro food maker I miss them with all my heart it was all ment to be from the start all of us did our parts. I miss them

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we all at some point get beat but something manages to keep us on our feet we all at some point get knocked down eventually the good times come back around

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:24 PM UTC

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we all at some point get beat but something manages to keep us on our feet we all at some point get knocked down eventually the good times come back around

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If you talked in your sleep i would stay up all night just to hear what you had to say.

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC

Darling,

If you talked in your sleep i would stay up all night just to hear what you had to say.

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don’t even bother to ask if im okay because every time i keep telling lies. just to cover up what i can not say and the truth is slowly dying no, its growing and will never decay save me save me my fear has grown and ive gone weak my feelings are beginning to show i can barely speak and i can not seem to let this go (written in 2o1o)

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC

Save me

don’t even bother to ask if im okay because every time i keep telling lies. just to cover up what i can not say and the truth is slowly dying no, its growing and will never decay save me save me my fear has grown and ive gone weak my feelings are beginning to show i can barely speak and i can not seem to let this go (written in 2o1o)

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every moment of every day i think of how i wish things were okay yet all i seem to hear is lies said straight to my hopeless eyes Do you ever think before you drink? about the hearts you are about to sink? im almost out of glue that keeps my heart from tearing in two (written in 2010)

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC

Will it ever be okay?

every moment of every day i think of how i wish things were okay yet all i seem to hear is lies said straight to my hopeless eyes Do you ever think before you drink? about the hearts you are about to sink? im almost out of glue that keeps my heart from tearing in two (written in 2010)

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i ache and i sway i cant help but try and look away the thought of them gets in my every way every time i think of you i slowly die every time i get a letter from you i cry every time i smell you i stop every time i see you time stops

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 11:36 AM UTC

Ache and Sway

i ache and i sway i cant help but try and look away the thought of them gets in my every way every time i think of you i slowly die every time i get a letter from you i cry every time i smell you i stop every time i see you time stops

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the snow trickles like blood off a cut, and the wind howls off the mountain tops. a certain kind of cold strikes in the veins, of the those who sit around waiting like an old rickety clock. those who are astray just waiting for the day that someone will finally say, words that would never decay. they will be shot into our brains deep down while we lay, down for some sleep on the cold snowy day. a mystical lulaby whispering in our ear . oh my dear its quite too much of a lovely tune, for you to doze off so soon.

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC

words that will never decay

the snow trickles like blood off a cut, and the wind howls off the mountain tops. a certain kind of cold strikes in the veins, of the those who sit around waiting like an old rickety clock. those who are astray just waiting for the day that someone will finally say, words that would never decay. they will be shot into our brains deep down while we lay, down for some sleep on the cold snowy day. a mystical lulaby whispering in our ear . oh my dear its quite too much of a lovely tune, for you to doze off so soon.

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