rikky-s-anderson - Hello Poetry

A backwards obsession. A closed confession. Checking the scale too often. Smirking at the pounds, I've somehow managed to shed. Welcoming the protrusion of bone, Disregarding the tautness of skin. Compliments stupidly fuel my craze, But lack thereof builds motivation the same. Ill reassure you it’s fine, If you show any concern. But still watch old clothes grow drop around my tender ankles reassuring myself, your opinions don’t exit.

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Jul 12, 2013

Jul 12, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC

Remember That

A backwards obsession. A closed confession. Checking the scale too often. Smirking at the pounds, I've somehow managed to shed. Welcoming the protrusion of bone, Disregarding the tautness of skin. Compliments stupidly fuel my craze, But lack thereof builds motivation the same. Ill reassure you it’s fine, If you show any concern. But still watch old clothes grow drop around my tender ankles reassuring myself, your opinions don’t exit.

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Ill try to go to sleep early. long car rides have given me too much time to think, belittling the pitch crevices of my heart. Because craving something out of reach hurts. And my dream world is cracking open, Egg shell delicate problems littering in. Slurring memories and insecurities into an eyesore. Not to mention, you were incredibly right, I’m going to get hurt, but not because of you. Because of me.

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC

too muchh

Ill try to go to sleep early. long car rides have given me too much time to think, belittling the pitch crevices of my heart. Because craving something out of reach hurts. And my dream world is cracking open, Egg shell delicate problems littering in. Slurring memories and insecurities into an eyesore. Not to mention, you were incredibly right, I’m going to get hurt, but not because of you. Because of me.

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As they got back into the car They smelled of freshly ignited cigarettes. (Deep breath in) My aunt and uncle, Whom had before been taking a smoke Around the gas station, Were asking me (jokingly) If I wanted a cigarette. Or if I had ever smoked one. They often act as if, I've never known or never seen them smoke. I'll always be their young niece in their eyes. The smell is incredibly enticing though Which ill never bring myself to tell them. The thinning screens of smoke Straying from ones slightly parted lips, Causing anyone to look slightly more Seductive.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC

After The Wedding

As they got back into the car They smelled of freshly ignited cigarettes. (Deep breath in) My aunt and uncle, Whom had before been taking a smoke Around the gas station, Were asking me (jokingly) If I wanted a cigarette. Or if I had ever smoked one. They often act as if, I've never known or never seen them smoke. I'll always be their young niece in their eyes. The smell is incredibly enticing though Which ill never bring myself to tell them. The thinning screens of smoke Straying from ones slightly parted lips, Causing anyone to look slightly more Seductive.

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i am for you and you for me. and even though the mountains bleed i inscribe scars into my knees tragically unable to recognize the gentle kindness of your eyes pleading me to reconsider but the months have made me bitter oh how did the moments glitter.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC

Another Perspective

i am for you and you for me. and even though the mountains bleed i inscribe scars into my knees tragically unable to recognize the gentle kindness of your eyes pleading me to reconsider but the months have made me bitter oh how did the moments glitter.

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She was an arrow my heart, made of stone even though wind blows through me She turned my heart to gold wearing lipstick to impress her never seemed to work internal butterflies dancing heart racing like a herd.

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Jan 26, 2013

Jan 26, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC

She

She was an arrow my heart, made of stone even though wind blows through me She turned my heart to gold wearing lipstick to impress her never seemed to work internal butterflies dancing heart racing like a herd.

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sewing needles always find their way into my fingers. stitch by stitch my fingers mingle sewing my half to your half. always feel i've searched the earth with each single red-letter girl disentangling our knotted thoughts braiding our interests and fingers. twined through careful timing and concern wreathed in gentle memoirs. you were mine and I was yours.

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Dec 22, 2012

Dec 22, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC

Easier Said Than Done

sewing needles always find their way into my fingers. stitch by stitch my fingers mingle sewing my half to your half. always feel i've searched the earth with each single red-letter girl disentangling our knotted thoughts braiding our interests and fingers. twined through careful timing and concern wreathed in gentle memoirs. you were mine and I was yours.

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she opened up her secret garden every fragile flower a kiss. the other girl smelled the flowers eventually plucking them from her lips. the girl pressed them in a book and left it on the shelf. dead flowers withered. the garden, left withering as well. another girl found the garden by mistake the leaves, she began to rake. instead of taking for her own she gave water so it could grow. then in time the flowers bloomed truely a wonderful gift she knew.

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Dec 11, 2012

Dec 11, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC

The Girls

she opened up her secret garden every fragile flower a kiss. the other girl smelled the flowers eventually plucking them from her lips. the girl pressed them in a book and left it on the shelf. dead flowers withered. the garden, left withering as well. another girl found the garden by mistake the leaves, she began to rake. instead of taking for her own she gave water so it could grow. then in time the flowers bloomed truely a wonderful gift she knew.

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sometimes I think of the night. I cried so much over you my eyelashes became crystalized, encrusted, with salt. an ocean just previously gushing from within my cavernous diaphragm. I could pull it off with the tips of my fingers touch it to my lip taste the brine. Forget-me-nots laden in my skin shrieking memories calloused thin.

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Dec 10, 2012

Dec 10, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC

Seas

sometimes I think of the night. I cried so much over you my eyelashes became crystalized, encrusted, with salt. an ocean just previously gushing from within my cavernous diaphragm. I could pull it off with the tips of my fingers touch it to my lip taste the brine. Forget-me-nots laden in my skin shrieking memories calloused thin.

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excavate my heart my ribs feel like their on the surface. just pinch my skin apart but don’t dive in without a purpose. pluck the pins from my chart I want your touch to make me nervous. with a sudden start make my soul your home but be careful with my heart.

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Dec 2, 2012

Dec 2, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC

Kiss Me

excavate my heart my ribs feel like their on the surface. just pinch my skin apart but don’t dive in without a purpose. pluck the pins from my chart I want your touch to make me nervous. with a sudden start make my soul your home but be careful with my heart.

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promises, lies. taking taking taking your time surrendering in full with a white dress to the the the unscrupulous nights screaming without a single sound just wrap me up in amber and put love to the the test. time could stop and none would know try to not make or play the foe words no longer make sense sleeping death is what it is.

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Dec 2, 2012

Dec 2, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC

Amber Nights

promises, lies. taking taking taking your time surrendering in full with a white dress to the the the unscrupulous nights screaming without a single sound just wrap me up in amber and put love to the the test. time could stop and none would know try to not make or play the foe words no longer make sense sleeping death is what it is.

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