shpresa - Hello Poetry

I want to walk to convienet stores at 2 am I want to rent movies from redbox at 3 am I want to play music on the streets at 4 am I want to slow dance with myself at 5 am I want to crash on a strangers couch at 6 am And I want to steal their houseplants at 7 am I want to come back to that convenient store at 8 am I want to check every isle and finally leave at 9 am I want to go home with no questions at 10 am I want to spend time alone in the streets I never want to live to see pm

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

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I want to walk to convienet stores at 2 am I want to rent movies from redbox at 3 am I want to play music on the streets at 4 am I want to slow dance with myself at 5 am I want to crash on a strangers couch at 6 am And I want to steal their houseplants at 7 am I want to come back to that convenient store at 8 am I want to check every isle and finally leave at 9 am I want to go home with no questions at 10 am I want to spend time alone in the streets I never want to live to see pm

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I always used to feel bad when I won things because I knew there were people who wanted it too I always used to feel bad because they would look at me as if the guilt was painted on my face I always used to feel bad when other people won things because I wanted it too I always used to look at them as if they didn't deserve it and I would get upset I always used to feel bad about being me And I would look at those who are confident and think about the things that they might not be good at I always used to feel bad because I can't look people in eyes because I don't want them to look at me I always used to feel bad when I saw people presenting while they spoke loud and clear I always felt bad about everything as if it was my fault and let it pile on top of me And I never tried to feel a different way until right now I always USED to feel bad

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Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC

I Always Used to Feel Bad

I always used to feel bad when I won things because I knew there were people who wanted it too I always used to feel bad because they would look at me as if the guilt was painted on my face I always used to feel bad when other people won things because I wanted it too I always used to look at them as if they didn't deserve it and I would get upset I always used to feel bad about being me And I would look at those who are confident and think about the things that they might not be good at I always used to feel bad because I can't look people in eyes because I don't want them to look at me I always used to feel bad when I saw people presenting while they spoke loud and clear I always felt bad about everything as if it was my fault and let it pile on top of me And I never tried to feel a different way until right now I always USED to feel bad

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Do not drown me in these beautiful words If they only came out of your hands and never your mouth And do not use these words on me Only to turn around and use them on someone else And do no write poems on my driveway Only when the forecast is rain Because you burned a hole into me And refused to leave Yet it's still empty Still alone

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC

Do Not

Do not drown me in these beautiful words If they only came out of your hands and never your mouth And do not use these words on me Only to turn around and use them on someone else And do no write poems on my driveway Only when the forecast is rain Because you burned a hole into me And refused to leave Yet it's still empty Still alone

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The story about the man Who was so lonely And craved human touch That he skinned people alive And turned them into furniture Isn't as morbid as you thought it was Because we humans smoke away the pain And drink away the misery Yet that's just as crazy as the man with a human lamp shade Because we would rather hide in our own guilt Than share a cup of coffee with a friend And call the lonely serial killer a "freak" While watching the morning news All by yourself

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC

Serial Killer

The story about the man Who was so lonely And craved human touch That he skinned people alive And turned them into furniture Isn't as morbid as you thought it was Because we humans smoke away the pain And drink away the misery Yet that's just as crazy as the man with a human lamp shade Because we would rather hide in our own guilt Than share a cup of coffee with a friend And call the lonely serial killer a "freak" While watching the morning news All by yourself

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I'm drowning in an echo of your voice Of used words and misplaced thoughts Decorated in vines and thorns With signs that read "KEEP OUT" If only someone will ignore these warnings And crawl into the hole of my mind Only to find out there is no exit Behind pity thoughts And crossed out words Leaving only a trail of footstep Leading to nowhere A dead end

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC

A Dead End

I'm drowning in an echo of your voice Of used words and misplaced thoughts Decorated in vines and thorns With signs that read "KEEP OUT" If only someone will ignore these warnings And crawl into the hole of my mind Only to find out there is no exit Behind pity thoughts And crossed out words Leaving only a trail of footstep Leading to nowhere A dead end

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