scar-scar-jones - Hello Poetry

with this pencil i hold in my hand i will sketch and i will write i will do the things to cope because i lost you a week ago yesterday but not long after i begin to draw the pictures will remind me of you the tears will fall and scatter and i will lose myself yet again because you took me which was a piece of pottery and you pried off the glued down lid you opened me up told me what love was and then you left me

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

scar-scar-jones

with this pencil

with this pencil i hold in my hand i will sketch and i will write i will do the things to cope because i lost you a week ago yesterday but not long after i begin to draw the pictures will remind me of you the tears will fall and scatter and i will lose myself yet again because you took me which was a piece of pottery and you pried off the glued down lid you opened me up told me what love was and then you left me

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you don't visit me in my dreams anymore, and i miss you now more than i ever have before.

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scar-scar-jones

Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC

sadsouls

to: him

you don't visit me in my dreams anymore, and i miss you now more than i ever have before.

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Some things are beautiful, including you. You are beautiful, and you hurt me. n.e

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scar-scar-jones

Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC

brxken

Not all beautiful things are beautiful.

Some things are beautiful, including you. You are beautiful, and you hurt me. n.e

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i had a simple thought of a blade across my skin the thing i long for a thing i don't need but the urge is so strong and the feeling lingers on my skin so tell me how do i survive without this?

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Aug 24, 2016

Aug 24, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC

scar-scar-jones

simple thought

i had a simple thought of a blade across my skin the thing i long for a thing i don't need but the urge is so strong and the feeling lingers on my skin so tell me how do i survive without this?

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He is dead, and He used to come and knock at my door With his shoes undone His face lit up with a van Gogh grin. Young artist in the world Contracting his vision from the noisy space Of busy, night-lit, city streets, But he is dead, and These streets I walk are of a meaner face Now he is gone. Gone beneath the brown and barrowed earth Heaped over him, Gone beneath the life I've piled On top of passing life to stop His sometimes violent memory, The vivid recollection of moments that Won't come again, That haunt the chapels of an aging mind Which can't escape or span, Which cannot bridge the water's deep Disturbing flow. Yes, you are gone my friend The choreography of life is lost Though life rolls on, No eyes with which to see the world No voice to fill the world with song, The sunbeam burst through the sudden shower Which lights along this city street, Moves nothing now, moves inland, Far away from this Unconscious world.

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scar-scar-jones

Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC

bill-higham

Poem for Ben

He is dead, and He used to come and knock at my door With his shoes undone His face lit up with a van Gogh grin. Young artist in the world Contracting his vision from the noisy space Of busy, night-lit, city streets, But he is dead, and These streets I walk are of a meaner face Now he is gone. Gone beneath the brown and barrowed earth Heaped over him, Gone beneath the life I've piled On top of passing life to stop His sometimes violent memory, The vivid recollection of moments that Won't come again, That haunt the chapels of an aging mind Which can't escape or span, Which cannot bridge the water's deep Disturbing flow. Yes, you are gone my friend The choreography of life is lost Though life rolls on, No eyes with which to see the world No voice to fill the world with song, The sunbeam burst through the sudden shower Which lights along this city street, Moves nothing now, moves inland, Far away from this Unconscious world.

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i need someone who will understand how unstable i am, sometimes being alone can be dangerous for me but other times its exactly what i need.

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scar-scar-jones

Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC

ocean_lagoons

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i need someone who will understand how unstable i am, sometimes being alone can be dangerous for me but other times its exactly what i need.

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breathe in breathe out cursed blood burning throat shaking hands wobbling feet stay quiet dont scream don't let them see these tears aren't to be

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC

scar-scar-jones

Anxiety **PART 1**

breathe in breathe out cursed blood burning throat shaking hands wobbling feet stay quiet dont scream don't let them see these tears aren't to be

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The hurt isn't something that just goes away, The pain has already come to stay, It's already such a great price to pay, But it must be endured come what may.

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scar-scar-jones

Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC

taki-kumiko

Pain

The hurt isn't something that just goes away, The pain has already come to stay, It's already such a great price to pay, But it must be endured come what may.

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