rachel-elizabeth-1 - Hello Poetry

The damage is done Blade already ****** Brain already shut down Now numb and empty So void of feeling Hollow to the core Substance is long gone What is left? Empty shell of a girl Already damaged, done Vacuous and blank Like a sheet of paper Not yet tainted With lies already written By my own devilish hand A blank slate with Room left for life To be lived and loved What is left? Nothing, emptiness A blank book with room For written words By my own hand What is left? Hollow to the core An empty shell Already damaged and done

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 8:26 PM UTC

Already Damaged

The damage is done Blade already ****** Brain already shut down Now numb and empty So void of feeling Hollow to the core Substance is long gone What is left? Empty shell of a girl Already damaged, done Vacuous and blank Like a sheet of paper Not yet tainted With lies already written By my own devilish hand A blank slate with Room left for life To be lived and loved What is left? Nothing, emptiness A blank book with room For written words By my own hand What is left? Hollow to the core An empty shell Already damaged and done

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So here I sit, contemplating Alone in my thoughts Wallowing in self pity Alone in my own head Wanting for something Not sure what Needing for something Unaware Of some tangible thing Something to hold Such a thing Does not exist Such a thing I cannot have Just beyond my grasp I see others enjoy Laughing in frevolity While I sit in contemplation Drowning in my thoughts Unaware of those All around me Laughing with joy While I sit alone In silent contemplation Dreaming of a life I will not have, dreams I will not reach, hopes I will never see So I sit in quiet thought Alone in my own head

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC

Alone in my head

So here I sit, contemplating Alone in my thoughts Wallowing in self pity Alone in my own head Wanting for something Not sure what Needing for something Unaware Of some tangible thing Something to hold Such a thing Does not exist Such a thing I cannot have Just beyond my grasp I see others enjoy Laughing in frevolity While I sit in contemplation Drowning in my thoughts Unaware of those All around me Laughing with joy While I sit alone In silent contemplation Dreaming of a life I will not have, dreams I will not reach, hopes I will never see So I sit in quiet thought Alone in my own head

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I was never good enough Hit it and quit it That describes me I don't deserve anything Nothing more than that That proved true Sad existence Lonely

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Nov 20, 2012

Nov 20, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC

Never Good Enough

I was never good enough Hit it and quit it That describes me I don't deserve anything Nothing more than that That proved true Sad existence Lonely

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There is I story I must tell The tale of a broken girl She always knew who she was Until her dreams were taken Snatched away by evil men The took away her fight No longer was the girl Biting, clawing, and scrapping She was weak and lifeless This is the tale of a shattered girl With a fairy tale childhood Except that everything was **** She was torn then and destroyed now After many years of fighting Anyone would eventually give up This damaged girl is no different She has no more fight inside No more strength in her bones All out of stamina for battling The tale of a battered, broken girl

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Nov 16, 2012

Nov 16, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC

A story

There is I story I must tell The tale of a broken girl She always knew who she was Until her dreams were taken Snatched away by evil men The took away her fight No longer was the girl Biting, clawing, and scrapping She was weak and lifeless This is the tale of a shattered girl With a fairy tale childhood Except that everything was **** She was torn then and destroyed now After many years of fighting Anyone would eventually give up This damaged girl is no different She has no more fight inside No more strength in her bones All out of stamina for battling The tale of a battered, broken girl

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The world moves around me People go about their days No one the wiser, in tune They see content and peace All the while, I scream At the top of my lungs, but All the comes out is a squeak Where has my voice gone? That was taken too, surprise No more **dignity, virtue, or naïveté ** That was stolen, I am HOLLOW A walking "vision" but no guts Nothing, simply a human suit A sack of "I'm fine" and "just down" No one can fully know me No one wants to see that A hollow girl with nothing Not a thing to offer others The world continues on and on No knowledge of the pain That fills my very being, soul Make up and long sleeves, they hide me They are my shield and cloak No one wants to see what Is under my armor, no one A hollow girl, no substance

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Nov 15, 2012

Nov 15, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC

Hollow

The world moves around me People go about their days No one the wiser, in tune They see content and peace All the while, I scream At the top of my lungs, but All the comes out is a squeak Where has my voice gone? That was taken too, surprise No more **dignity, virtue, or naïveté ** That was stolen, I am HOLLOW A walking "vision" but no guts Nothing, simply a human suit A sack of "I'm fine" and "just down" No one can fully know me No one wants to see that A hollow girl with nothing Not a thing to offer others The world continues on and on No knowledge of the pain That fills my very being, soul Make up and long sleeves, they hide me They are my shield and cloak No one wants to see what Is under my armor, no one A hollow girl, no substance

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The weight removed From my very chest Heavy and debilitating Breathe My thoughts silenced Only for a moment Then back again Breathe Self hatred inside My soul being drained Earthly body fragile Breathe Breakable with touch The weight lifted Lungs are full Breathe

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 10:04 AM UTC

I Can Breathe

The weight removed From my very chest Heavy and debilitating Breathe My thoughts silenced Only for a moment Then back again Breathe Self hatred inside My soul being drained Earthly body fragile Breathe Breakable with touch The weight lifted Lungs are full Breathe

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How much time have I wasted? Being sad and low How much time have I wasted? In hospitals, on gurneys How much time have I wasted? Hating instead of loving The days go by and by The flow effortlessly past Such as breath from a mouth Simple even, child's play Days months, and years pass No more wasting time Time to make the best Of this forgotten time That we can now enjoy

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Nov 10, 2012

Nov 10, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC

Wasted Time

How much time have I wasted? Being sad and low How much time have I wasted? In hospitals, on gurneys How much time have I wasted? Hating instead of loving The days go by and by The flow effortlessly past Such as breath from a mouth Simple even, child's play Days months, and years pass No more wasting time Time to make the best Of this forgotten time That we can now enjoy

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At first I believed the lies That you were my friend. You took away my anxiety You took away my pain A feeling of numb overwhelmed You took away the good too You took away my laughter Happiness, joy, and solace When I chose to leave you A hole formed in my soul You took part of me with you The tears flowed and cries echoed When I chose to leave you So much of me did you take I lost my identity When I left you

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Nov 9, 2012

Nov 9, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC

Goodbye

At first I believed the lies That you were my friend. You took away my anxiety You took away my pain A feeling of numb overwhelmed You took away the good too You took away my laughter Happiness, joy, and solace When I chose to leave you A hole formed in my soul You took part of me with you The tears flowed and cries echoed When I chose to leave you So much of me did you take I lost my identity When I left you

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Oh how I dream of summer nights When you lay that old blanket out The dewy grass of the football field No lights are on, but you remember Games lost and won on that field Sitting in the stands and cheering Those were the days of innocence Days when you were free and naive The band playing, crowd roaring But now the field is empty and blank No cheering students and parents Nothing except for the two On the old blanket in the dewy grass Looking up at the stars Remembering Time lost and gained The two of them laying In the dewy grass of the field Peaceful and reflecting

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Nov 7, 2012

Nov 7, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC

Summer Nights

Oh how I dream of summer nights When you lay that old blanket out The dewy grass of the football field No lights are on, but you remember Games lost and won on that field Sitting in the stands and cheering Those were the days of innocence Days when you were free and naive The band playing, crowd roaring But now the field is empty and blank No cheering students and parents Nothing except for the two On the old blanket in the dewy grass Looking up at the stars Remembering Time lost and gained The two of them laying In the dewy grass of the field Peaceful and reflecting

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My grip on reality is loosening My hold on this earth is slipping Fish flying and birds swimming No note rhyme or reason There are elephants the size of ants And bees like 747's dropping bombs What's real and what's imagined? Am I in one dimension or another? Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults Shaking hands is an act of war Going on one million times over War happening in the palm of my hand Which way is earth? I live underground My guitar weeps tears of blood Coming out of every string and fret Shadows come out of my fingertips Nothing is safe, objects have mace Ready and armed for an attack On the human race Human race

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Nov 4, 2012

Nov 4, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC

I'm loosing it

My grip on reality is loosening My hold on this earth is slipping Fish flying and birds swimming No note rhyme or reason There are elephants the size of ants And bees like 747's dropping bombs What's real and what's imagined? Am I in one dimension or another? Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults Shaking hands is an act of war Going on one million times over War happening in the palm of my hand Which way is earth? I live underground My guitar weeps tears of blood Coming out of every string and fret Shadows come out of my fingertips Nothing is safe, objects have mace Ready and armed for an attack On the human race Human race

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