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rachel-keating
rachel-keating
i was wondering why i had a headache trying to understand the pain but it was right in front of me taking up too much space -it was you
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Untitled
i lay awake at night with a thought confined mind going over what’s already over between us and how love changed to the dust under our feet please i can’t sleep i can’t stop wondering why you’re so consumed with fitting in within an unfit people why can’t you realize that in my eyes we only have to fit each other
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
what keeps me up
you're like a song an endless melody weaving words together with just a smile it's been awhile but you make my heart run for miles something about that smile gives me butterflies inside I swear, that smile could light up the sky
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
that smile
when i first saw you i knew what your smile would do to a mind like mine i waited patiently for you to ask my name to hear your voice for the first time
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
sight
i always knew there'd be an end i guess i just never knew when i thought our love would last but then came the hurt the words cut deep invisible scars that would keep me up at night replaying in my head all the hurt you said you'd never do to me but there you were hurting me instead
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
the hurt
home isn't just a four letter word it isn't just a house or a place with rooms and walls and boards home is so much more it's seeing your sister sleeping soundly on the couch next to the snoring dog it's looking at old pictures laughing about that one time with your family by your side it's the look your parents give each other across the kitchen like they've just fallen in love for the first time it's sitting down for dinner and smiling at each other across the table thinking that life couldn't get any simpler it's holding the ones you love so tight they might break for fear that home will lose its true meaning home has many faces not just simply words or places home is full of endless love
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
home
i've seen you cry felt your pain i've dried your eyes i've seen your worst felt your anger i've helped your hurt i've seen your best felt your smile i've forgotten the rest i've seen your heart felt your pulse i've touched every part i've seen your love felt your love i've fallen in love
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
i've loved you
tell me what it is you want and trust me, i'll listen if you jump, I jump i'll make truth out of all your wishes i can be anything the shelves that hold your favorite books the blanket that wraps around your skin the mirror that tells you how you look just tell me, and i'll be i can be the warmth that you need, a safe place to come home to i can be the winter wind, lifting you off your feet i can be the sun that touches your body, take me all in i can be the light that guides you, follow me i can be here and i can be yours and if you let me, together we could rule the world
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
we can be
we are not poetry our tears don't have words fit to describe them to their exact measure of pain our eyes are not the oceans you compare them to because you've run out of hues our smiles aren't phrases you heard in your past nor is our laughter equivalent to your favourite song don't hide us between lines and this fine black ink let us grow and live please let us be for we are people, and not poetry.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Not Poetry
The part I hate the most about this feeling is that it doesn't look pretty in paint nor does it sound lovely in lyrics it doesn't rectify the emptiness when I pour myself into other people's cup I fill them up to forget what I am full of things I do not love colors that do not transfer well onto paper words that don't make sense nothing about this comes together in ways that can expand and commence this feeling is not a pattern this suffering is not art you can't trace a deadly storm that you did not acknowledge from the start
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Pour Myself