rivers-kay4s - Hello Poetry

Step by step, breathe by breathe It's all okay not a thing in sight me, my thoughts, and my longing "what hey say does not matter" That's what people tell me. Days. they go on. As do I. Keep down the urge. I will not cry. The perfect girl with a great big smile. Skinny waist. Long hair. Ones to love. How is it fair? The words pierce my ears like a raging sweet song. i am not what you say, I promise. I am good. Climbing the ladders, scaling the walls. Drinking the poison... i see him... He screams the words known so well. hits hard like a........ To late I'm gone.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC

"Personifying the enemy"

Step by step, breathe by breathe It's all okay not a thing in sight me, my thoughts, and my longing "what hey say does not matter" That's what people tell me. Days. they go on. As do I. Keep down the urge. I will not cry. The perfect girl with a great big smile. Skinny waist. Long hair. Ones to love. How is it fair? The words pierce my ears like a raging sweet song. i am not what you say, I promise. I am good. Climbing the ladders, scaling the walls. Drinking the poison... i see him... He screams the words known so well. hits hard like a........ To late I'm gone.

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Longing for the escape Lost in the dreams Missing the adventures in your eyes I shall become a mystery The long rides the great new people jazzing streets and sweet loving rivers. but where will i go? I'll be there waiting to be found so unwillingly. Where is there exactly. That my love is for you and I to find out.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC

lost out the window

Longing for the escape Lost in the dreams Missing the adventures in your eyes I shall become a mystery The long rides the great new people jazzing streets and sweet loving rivers. but where will i go? I'll be there waiting to be found so unwillingly. Where is there exactly. That my love is for you and I to find out.

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They, where just two kids. She was so new to the world he lived in and she waltzed in like she was looking to win a prize. MAYBE just maybe, she did. No one knew nothing of her. Naomi, Naomi Quinn was her name. She was by far the most beautiful disaster he had ever laid eyes on. Naomi didn’t ever have it all but she made the most what little she did have. At least she tried and sometimes she broke and when she broke her skin would separate with a close of the eyes and just one swipe. As simple as she seemed her story was not. Mommy and daddy where known as just some people she used to know. Not around much to stop the tears and certainly not to see her pain. She relied on her best friend. Winnie was sweet and Winnie would never back down from stopping the hurt that Naomi had to deal with every day. The names, the hits, the pushes, the shoves. No one asked Naomi how her days where or how she felt. No one but Winnie. Winnie was cautious of every step anyone took towards Naomi simply because she knows how delicate she is. A normal day was just Winnie and Naomi each school day and weekend until the kid with the big brown eyes showed up. He walked with a mind of certainty and he talked with a purpose. Brown hair and a great smile. Tall and handsome with a name that seems to make her want to melt. Spencer Ray was not the kind to fall for a girl like Naomi. Spencer was confident and loved by anyone and everyone. On a normal day the girl went to school and the girls they went home, but this day was different. The skies where bright the air felt fresh and the day was good. Naomi freezes mid- sentence next to Winnie rendered speechless. He stands there speaking as she blinds but does not awaken. A dream, she must be dreaming but she’s not. Spencer speaks to her. Why her? “Dinner at 8?” spencer questions the look he receives from Naomi and with just a blink of an eye he—wait nope he’s still there. Spencer asks a new question “how does a walk on the beach sound?” With just a nod of her head it’s a date. “What do I say? What do I wear? Why me? Is this a joke?” Naomi panics completely forgetting Winnie is still there she sits down and just sits and sits and sits. Naomi sits until she figures out an outfit and she figures out what to say and she walks only after Seeing Winnie leaving in a car of a friend. Racing home with a pounding heart she arrives only shortly before Spencer does too. In Jean shorts and a purple tank-top she hears the door and takes a breath. With a ragged old blue t-shirt and cargo shorts he hands her a flower and escorts her to the car. The ocean breeze and the smell of his cologne with her hair down and hand in a pocket while the other dangles freely, he grabs it. Like the waves creeped up with not a noise made, her breathe is shortened. They stop and watch as the waved crash and the sun set as the sky turns darker for the night to sneak quickly. Not a word said all night then he speaks “Such a beautiful sight.” Naomi turns to see where he is looking as he is already staring into her eyes. “I have always loved the ocean its…” Naomi begins to say as spencer grabs her quickly and kisses her. On the third set past the white steps Spencer speaks the words “I wasn’t talking about the ocean” and he kisses her once more. Weeks they pass and they begin to be in Love. Something Naomi would have never thought to know. Then something happens. The sweet loving kisses turn to loud hateful screams and the warming hugs turn to forceful shoves. Through this all Naomi stays not matter the many protests of Winnie. As this goes on Naomi becomes less strong and one day Naomi broke. Feeling like a failure she looks to spencer for comfort and all she seems to receive is question after question. “Why did you do it? How could you do that? Why are you like this?” With a response of a quiet sobbing “sorry” Naomi breaks once more. Doing the one thing he swore not to do Spencer leaves for weeks. Naomi breaks and breaks and breaks. Weeks go bye and he calls. “I’m leaving you here with no return you are not my love I hope this won’t hurt.” She thought she would make it. She was so strong but what’s there to do how should she move on? Bewildered destroyed once again by the one who held her together for so long. A best friend the one she loved and now what does this mean? Worthless? Replaced? Was she always JUST a friend? The night it was cold and the skies had no stars the rain it poured down and she stood there looking at the ground. One two three four Just a couple more. Put them in swallow them all and right before the fall……..one last breathe…she jumps … They never knew of her she was the background they all say but never questioned. Mommy and daddy where just some people she used to know. Her best friend she was the best that there was. The boy she once loved gets looked down on from above now with wondrous-hatred and tears in the eyes that loved like a fool. Not until she was gone did they question her long sleeves and why she wore pants in the summer. They began to see all of her pain and all her troubles. They learned what they lost and it won’t be back tomorrow. Falling, loving, sorrow and pain. Close of the eyes, pinch on the skin, just one swipe and that was the end. “Separation of the skin” Love you, Never Forget

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC

Seperation of the skin

They, where just two kids. She was so new to the world he lived in and she waltzed in like she was looking to win a prize. MAYBE just maybe, she did. No one knew nothing of her. Naomi, Naomi Quinn was her name. She was by far the most beautiful disaster he had ever laid eyes on. Naomi didn’t ever have it all but she made the most what little she did have. At least she tried and sometimes she broke and when she broke her skin would separate with a close of the eyes and just one swipe. As simple as she seemed her story was not. Mommy and daddy where known as just some people she used to know. Not around much to stop the tears and certainly not to see her pain. She relied on her best friend. Winnie was sweet and Winnie would never back down from stopping the hurt that Naomi had to deal with every day. The names, the hits, the pushes, the shoves. No one asked Naomi how her days where or how she felt. No one but Winnie. Winnie was cautious of every step anyone took towards Naomi simply because she knows how delicate she is. A normal day was just Winnie and Naomi each school day and weekend until the kid with the big brown eyes showed up. He walked with a mind of certainty and he talked with a purpose. Brown hair and a great smile. Tall and handsome with a name that seems to make her want to melt. Spencer Ray was not the kind to fall for a girl like Naomi. Spencer was confident and loved by anyone and everyone. On a normal day the girl went to school and the girls they went home, but this day was different. The skies where bright the air felt fresh and the day was good. Naomi freezes mid- sentence next to Winnie rendered speechless. He stands there speaking as she blinds but does not awaken. A dream, she must be dreaming but she’s not. Spencer speaks to her. Why her? “Dinner at 8?” spencer questions the look he receives from Naomi and with just a blink of an eye he—wait nope he’s still there. Spencer asks a new question “how does a walk on the beach sound?” With just a nod of her head it’s a date. “What do I say? What do I wear? Why me? Is this a joke?” Naomi panics completely forgetting Winnie is still there she sits down and just sits and sits and sits. Naomi sits until she figures out an outfit and she figures out what to say and she walks only after Seeing Winnie leaving in a car of a friend. Racing home with a pounding heart she arrives only shortly before Spencer does too. In Jean shorts and a purple tank-top she hears the door and takes a breath. With a ragged old blue t-shirt and cargo shorts he hands her a flower and escorts her to the car. The ocean breeze and the smell of his cologne with her hair down and hand in a pocket while the other dangles freely, he grabs it. Like the waves creeped up with not a noise made, her breathe is shortened. They stop and watch as the waved crash and the sun set as the sky turns darker for the night to sneak quickly. Not a word said all night then he speaks “Such a beautiful sight.” Naomi turns to see where he is looking as he is already staring into her eyes. “I have always loved the ocean its…” Naomi begins to say as spencer grabs her quickly and kisses her. On the third set past the white steps Spencer speaks the words “I wasn’t talking about the ocean” and he kisses her once more. Weeks they pass and they begin to be in Love. Something Naomi would have never thought to know. Then something happens. The sweet loving kisses turn to loud hateful screams and the warming hugs turn to forceful shoves. Through this all Naomi stays not matter the many protests of Winnie. As this goes on Naomi becomes less strong and one day Naomi broke. Feeling like a failure she looks to spencer for comfort and all she seems to receive is question after question. “Why did you do it? How could you do that? Why are you like this?” With a response of a quiet sobbing “sorry” Naomi breaks once more. Doing the one thing he swore not to do Spencer leaves for weeks. Naomi breaks and breaks and breaks. Weeks go bye and he calls. “I’m leaving you here with no return you are not my love I hope this won’t hurt.” She thought she would make it. She was so strong but what’s there to do how should she move on? Bewildered destroyed once again by the one who held her together for so long. A best friend the one she loved and now what does this mean? Worthless? Replaced? Was she always JUST a friend? The night it was cold and the skies had no stars the rain it poured down and she stood there looking at the ground. One two three four Just a couple more. Put them in swallow them all and right before the fall……..one last breathe…she jumps … They never knew of her she was the background they all say but never questioned. Mommy and daddy where just some people she used to know. Her best friend she was the best that there was. The boy she once loved gets looked down on from above now with wondrous-hatred and tears in the eyes that loved like a fool. Not until she was gone did they question her long sleeves and why she wore pants in the summer. They began to see all of her pain and all her troubles. They learned what they lost and it won’t be back tomorrow. Falling, loving, sorrow and pain. Close of the eyes, pinch on the skin, just one swipe and that was the end. “Separation of the skin” Love you, Never Forget

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Sometimes an apology isn't worth anything. It's like shooting someone in the chest, putting a band-aid on it, and saying i'm sorry with a smile on you're face. The damage is done and sadly... a band-aid will simply not do.

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Nov 8, 2015

Nov 8, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC

No more band-aids

Sometimes an apology isn't worth anything. It's like shooting someone in the chest, putting a band-aid on it, and saying i'm sorry with a smile on you're face. The damage is done and sadly... a band-aid will simply not do.

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"You had no idea did you..." "No I really didn't" "I am not the girl you have come to know. I am so much more" "...I'd like to meet her"

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Nov 5, 2015

Nov 5, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC

The me you don't know

"You had no idea did you..." "No I really didn't" "I am not the girl you have come to know. I am so much more" "...I'd like to meet her"

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He didn't make the basketball cuts and that seems to be more important than the cuts i have on my arms and legs... I say one thing and get yelled at for "making it about me"... "I'm talking to your brother about HIS ****** day" But you never seemed to care about all the ****** days i had. The first thing you asked him was is he okay and did he need to talk about it at all. All they asked me was how stupid could a single one person be...

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC

So unimportant they don't even see

He didn't make the basketball cuts and that seems to be more important than the cuts i have on my arms and legs... I say one thing and get yelled at for "making it about me"... "I'm talking to your brother about HIS ****** day" But you never seemed to care about all the ****** days i had. The first thing you asked him was is he okay and did he need to talk about it at all. All they asked me was how stupid could a single one person be...

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Pas plus de clôtures blanches aucun voiles de dentelle de MRE ou vœux pas plus que vous les seuls des thats un de causer toutes Dont avec maintenant Ceci est la dernière chanson d'amour que je vais jamais écris pour vous. Ceci est la dernière chanson d'amour que je vais jamais écris pour vous. ************************************************************************************ No more white picket fences No more lace veils or vows No more you the only one cause that's all done with now This is the last love song i'll ever write for you. This is the last love song i'll ever write for you.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC

Last love song

Pas plus de clôtures blanches aucun voiles de dentelle de MRE ou vœux pas plus que vous les seuls des thats un de causer toutes Dont avec maintenant Ceci est la dernière chanson d'amour que je vais jamais écris pour vous. Ceci est la dernière chanson d'amour que je vais jamais écris pour vous. ************************************************************************************ No more white picket fences No more lace veils or vows No more you the only one cause that's all done with now This is the last love song i'll ever write for you. This is the last love song i'll ever write for you.

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Pain. So many different ways to scale it. This, this is like a shot in the heart. Not an instant **** but just long enough to watch the smile creep across their faces.

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC

Pain

Pain. So many different ways to scale it. This, this is like a shot in the heart. Not an instant **** but just long enough to watch the smile creep across their faces.

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9:24.......................................... Standing on the roof... this is my last goodbye. i'm jumping...................................... Maybe I'll fly.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC

My last goodbye is tonight

9:24.......................................... Standing on the roof... this is my last goodbye. i'm jumping...................................... Maybe I'll fly.

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I'm the girl you see everywhere doing everything. I'm the one when people see they say "I wanna be like her" I'm the cheerleader everyone sees as only that. What they don't see is what i go threw. While they are busy admiring me, others are busy destroying me. "fat ***** Your worthless you should die." And i listen. All people see is the person i let them see. That person is not me. ...not in reality...

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC

What you don't know

I'm the girl you see everywhere doing everything. I'm the one when people see they say "I wanna be like her" I'm the cheerleader everyone sees as only that. What they don't see is what i go threw. While they are busy admiring me, others are busy destroying me. "fat ***** Your worthless you should die." And i listen. All people see is the person i let them see. That person is not me. ...not in reality...

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