smarak93 - Hello Poetry

she uses her push up bras to uphold her self esteem and make her personality look perky and recognizable... she hides the massacre of self abuse and sleepless nights, under the thick shadow of mascara... her eyes twinkle when she smiles, but not many know the shine comes from the reflection of years of shattered dreams and crumbled emotions hidden in them.. her skin looks perfect from the distance but look closely, you can see the scars left on them from the paper cuts of fashion magazines..

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC

false beauty..

she uses her push up bras to uphold her self esteem and make her personality look perky and recognizable... she hides the massacre of self abuse and sleepless nights, under the thick shadow of mascara... her eyes twinkle when she smiles, but not many know the shine comes from the reflection of years of shattered dreams and crumbled emotions hidden in them.. her skin looks perfect from the distance but look closely, you can see the scars left on them from the paper cuts of fashion magazines..

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we were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly... but just belonged to different jigsaw sets..

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Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC

jigsaw puzzles.

we were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly... but just belonged to different jigsaw sets..

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i wonder if the curtains talk about what we do behind their backs.. i wonder if the pillow covers complain about the tear stains we leave on them.. i wonder if the bed feels the emptiness like i do.. i wonder if our closets are strong enough to hold our skeletons.. i wonder if the door creaks our darkest secrets out.. or do the paintings gossip about our fights.. is the dust which remains.. is all thats left of us.. is our bedroom the aftermath of what we once were...

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC

i wonder..

i wonder if the curtains talk about what we do behind their backs.. i wonder if the pillow covers complain about the tear stains we leave on them.. i wonder if the bed feels the emptiness like i do.. i wonder if our closets are strong enough to hold our skeletons.. i wonder if the door creaks our darkest secrets out.. or do the paintings gossip about our fights.. is the dust which remains.. is all thats left of us.. is our bedroom the aftermath of what we once were...

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*lets dip our hands into our fantasies and paint our sins on each other*

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC

finger paint

*lets dip our hands into our fantasies and paint our sins on each other*

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*tired of being the punchline of your knock knock jokes..*

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC

comic relief (10w)..

*tired of being the punchline of your knock knock jokes..*

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i walk around the carnage of my souls carcasses your empty promises lying around like shells and cartridges you were the harness keeping me from falling into this heartless fortress i should have known your touch wasn't just harmless it was there to harvest my dreams my hopes my aspirations , until you **** out every thing and there is nothing but darkness... your love letters look like habeas corpus summoning me to a court, with a sentence to the gallows i have swallowed all your lies and the pain the shrapnel of what we were once are still stuck in my heart and brain.. too scared to love and dream again too scared to even mention your name too scared that you were the dame..

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC

a dame that kills..

i walk around the carnage of my souls carcasses your empty promises lying around like shells and cartridges you were the harness keeping me from falling into this heartless fortress i should have known your touch wasn't just harmless it was there to harvest my dreams my hopes my aspirations , until you **** out every thing and there is nothing but darkness... your love letters look like habeas corpus summoning me to a court, with a sentence to the gallows i have swallowed all your lies and the pain the shrapnel of what we were once are still stuck in my heart and brain.. too scared to love and dream again too scared to even mention your name too scared that you were the dame..

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i want my fists to turn into my hands again just so i can feel her for one last time. i want my tears to stop flooding my eyes so that i can see her clearly i want this burn to leave my stomach so that i can smile when i say good bye i want to let go of this rage so that i can hug and tell her i forgive her

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Apr 19, 2014

Apr 19, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC

i want to let go of this rage..

i want my fists to turn into my hands again just so i can feel her for one last time. i want my tears to stop flooding my eyes so that i can see her clearly i want this burn to leave my stomach so that i can smile when i say good bye i want to let go of this rage so that i can hug and tell her i forgive her

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i dont know why, but my body is craving for a beating. a proper *** kicking if you may say! it happens to me time to time when i lie on my bed ,sleepless(again!) i imagine how i would go through it how i would walk into a bar take a bottle of whiskey and smash it ! on the head of the first guy ill see, which will then start a bar fight (obviously) and i will be in the center of it all.. my fingers twitch as i write this. my guts twist and turn, there is a rush in my veins i cant explain i feel like a junki looking for his secret stash i indulge in my wild fantasy again. picturing myself smiling through a broken jaw, imagining blood trickling down my cracked skull.. for some reason i feel alive.. i think i need therapy, or some help.. there is saliva in my mouth and i play around pretending its blood i give an evil smirk, i am almost freaking myself out and enjoying it while i do it.. oh what i wouldn't give to be beaten to an inch of my life right now broken, shattered, in pain , anything would do.. just a fight! thats all i ask. anything.. break few ribs, tear few tendons, give me a scar, which well tell my stories, i am not sure, why i am like this.. may be because ill get people to finally acknowledge my existence i am sure when most of you read through this your thoughts were.. sick, crazy, insane, attention seeker, he doesn't even rhyme! lets go back a bit and go through the things you missed out.. i havent slept properly in last 6 months.. i have tried to swallow my loneliness mixing it with bottles of whiskey.. for so long i have stood in the shadows that i want you to beat me up just so i know you can see me... i want you to tear me limb to limb , crack open my skull just so i know i can feel pain ,i can feel hurt, i can feel something... i am not numb,i am not a shadow, i am not dead!

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

things i think of which makes my friends go... what the **** is wrong with you!

i dont know why, but my body is craving for a beating. a proper *** kicking if you may say! it happens to me time to time when i lie on my bed ,sleepless(again!) i imagine how i would go through it how i would walk into a bar take a bottle of whiskey and smash it ! on the head of the first guy ill see, which will then start a bar fight (obviously) and i will be in the center of it all.. my fingers twitch as i write this. my guts twist and turn, there is a rush in my veins i cant explain i feel like a junki looking for his secret stash i indulge in my wild fantasy again. picturing myself smiling through a broken jaw, imagining blood trickling down my cracked skull.. for some reason i feel alive.. i think i need therapy, or some help.. there is saliva in my mouth and i play around pretending its blood i give an evil smirk, i am almost freaking myself out and enjoying it while i do it.. oh what i wouldn't give to be beaten to an inch of my life right now broken, shattered, in pain , anything would do.. just a fight! thats all i ask. anything.. break few ribs, tear few tendons, give me a scar, which well tell my stories, i am not sure, why i am like this.. may be because ill get people to finally acknowledge my existence i am sure when most of you read through this your thoughts were.. sick, crazy, insane, attention seeker, he doesn't even rhyme! lets go back a bit and go through the things you missed out.. i havent slept properly in last 6 months.. i have tried to swallow my loneliness mixing it with bottles of whiskey.. for so long i have stood in the shadows that i want you to beat me up just so i know you can see me... i want you to tear me limb to limb , crack open my skull just so i know i can feel pain ,i can feel hurt, i can feel something... i am not numb,i am not a shadow, i am not dead!

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we were naked... not just in the trivial fashion after *** or how our clothes formed a mosaic on my floor we were naked... not just in a way that i could see sweat beads glistening on her perfect body or how the orange hue on her skin had become my horizon we were naked.. the walls around my heart had just been shattered. my definition of living had just been altered we were naked.. our muscles promised us of a million aches to come the next morning she smiled as i puff out two more smoke rings i could see our future in that haze we were naked.. yes naked, no facades or lies to cover our flaws no bolts to lock our secrets behind four walls we were naked.. she was like sunlight coming through a broken glass in a winter day beautiful, warm ,soothing and all those other romantic cliches we were naked.. the morning she decided to leave i had gone too close to the broken glass to feel the sun rays in the bliss of her beauty i didn't realize the warmth on my hand was the blood trickling down from my wrist. she left me naked.. stripped me of my dreams and fantasies stripped me of the walls that protected me stripped me of the strength i found in my vulnerability stripped of that touch which comforted me..

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC

we were naked..

we were naked... not just in the trivial fashion after *** or how our clothes formed a mosaic on my floor we were naked... not just in a way that i could see sweat beads glistening on her perfect body or how the orange hue on her skin had become my horizon we were naked.. the walls around my heart had just been shattered. my definition of living had just been altered we were naked.. our muscles promised us of a million aches to come the next morning she smiled as i puff out two more smoke rings i could see our future in that haze we were naked.. yes naked, no facades or lies to cover our flaws no bolts to lock our secrets behind four walls we were naked.. she was like sunlight coming through a broken glass in a winter day beautiful, warm ,soothing and all those other romantic cliches we were naked.. the morning she decided to leave i had gone too close to the broken glass to feel the sun rays in the bliss of her beauty i didn't realize the warmth on my hand was the blood trickling down from my wrist. she left me naked.. stripped me of my dreams and fantasies stripped me of the walls that protected me stripped me of the strength i found in my vulnerability stripped of that touch which comforted me..

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liquid red ruby spilled on her white canvas a shining silver next to a blue wrist purple marks on her ,telling her grey tales yellow pills scattered across her pink bed sheet they say she once had a colorful personality you could see it in her death too, tragically ..

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC

a colorful death..

liquid red ruby spilled on her white canvas a shining silver next to a blue wrist purple marks on her ,telling her grey tales yellow pills scattered across her pink bed sheet they say she once had a colorful personality you could see it in her death too, tragically ..

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