star-girl-1 - Hello Poetry

i seem to speak my mind when i write poetry i wouldn't venture to consider them 'poems' they are more of a snippet from my mind all of the wondrous and terrible thoughts that i withhold in this bursting mind of mine my mind is a terrible place, i wouldn't visit willingly i withhold nightmares of my past and nightmares i know are destined to be my future i create vivid dreams and scenarios of my fantasy world which i live in my mind wanders to and from my habits, both cheap and expensive but who am i to tell you what my mind is for after all, it is a place you will never see how lucky for you

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC

the places i've been, the things i've seen

i seem to speak my mind when i write poetry i wouldn't venture to consider them 'poems' they are more of a snippet from my mind all of the wondrous and terrible thoughts that i withhold in this bursting mind of mine my mind is a terrible place, i wouldn't visit willingly i withhold nightmares of my past and nightmares i know are destined to be my future i create vivid dreams and scenarios of my fantasy world which i live in my mind wanders to and from my habits, both cheap and expensive but who am i to tell you what my mind is for after all, it is a place you will never see how lucky for you

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"It's been three days, longer than I've ever gone." Lies I give in again and again because I think that somewhere deep down, I don't want to be normal I want this disorder, I want all of it and I want it forever But what if it takes my forever away?

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC

whisked away

"It's been three days, longer than I've ever gone." Lies I give in again and again because I think that somewhere deep down, I don't want to be normal I want this disorder, I want all of it and I want it forever But what if it takes my forever away?

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I try so hard to be better but I can't seem to break the vicious cycle that wraps me up, reels me in, and uses me again.

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC

anorexia

I try so hard to be better but I can't seem to break the vicious cycle that wraps me up, reels me in, and uses me again.

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Renaissance Rebirth Regeneration Renew A fresh start, a new beginning Recovery

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC

The 5 R's

Renaissance Rebirth Regeneration Renew A fresh start, a new beginning Recovery

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Whenever I see the sun beams break through the clouds and falling through my window, I think of love and happiness. I think of a picnic far away in a sunflower field that never seems to end. I imagine the feeling of running down a three-leaf clover lined path, that flourishes with the best of luck and never ends. I miss swinging on a tire swing during weather like this, as I did in my childhood. My mind digs for memories and people that I miss and love. I want them back, but I am not sad. The sun brings life into my dark room, bouncing off my walls and reflecting off of mirrors and glass surfaces. The sun, I have learned, brings happiness in its purest essence to all those who let it perforate them. Sunshine is a gift, a very happy gift. I wish I could capture this beautiful day and this beautiful sun in a mason jar. I would keep it forever; whenever things seemed most certainly dark, or the sun never seemed to shine, I would grab my jar of sunshine and allow it to thrive through me and make me happy. Beautiful days like this make me feel truly happy.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC

The Gift of Sunshine

Whenever I see the sun beams break through the clouds and falling through my window, I think of love and happiness. I think of a picnic far away in a sunflower field that never seems to end. I imagine the feeling of running down a three-leaf clover lined path, that flourishes with the best of luck and never ends. I miss swinging on a tire swing during weather like this, as I did in my childhood. My mind digs for memories and people that I miss and love. I want them back, but I am not sad. The sun brings life into my dark room, bouncing off my walls and reflecting off of mirrors and glass surfaces. The sun, I have learned, brings happiness in its purest essence to all those who let it perforate them. Sunshine is a gift, a very happy gift. I wish I could capture this beautiful day and this beautiful sun in a mason jar. I would keep it forever; whenever things seemed most certainly dark, or the sun never seemed to shine, I would grab my jar of sunshine and allow it to thrive through me and make me happy. Beautiful days like this make me feel truly happy.

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I love when you smile; your face loosens up, and your eyes glitter with happiness. They look that way when you see me. I feel so blessed to be able to see that I bring you joy and life. Your body is my fortress, I find comfort and safety in the haven of your caress. I couldn't imagine a world without you pulling me in by my hips and holding me close and strong, as if I were the last flower in the world and you were protecting it from the harsh elements of the outside world. Your laugh, it rings with such a zest for life, a zest for me and all I have to give you. I could give you the world; however, what truly matters is that I give you all of me, and you give me all of you. Love is all I ask for; I wish to give and receive love, a never ending cycle. I want the cycle to be that of a waterfall, as its falls replenish and recycle water a thousandfold, though never ceasing in it's majestic beauty. I want love that never dies. I want to keep you, all of you, for as long as my heart continues to beat and beat and beat into yours.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC

Heart of Love

I love when you smile; your face loosens up, and your eyes glitter with happiness. They look that way when you see me. I feel so blessed to be able to see that I bring you joy and life. Your body is my fortress, I find comfort and safety in the haven of your caress. I couldn't imagine a world without you pulling me in by my hips and holding me close and strong, as if I were the last flower in the world and you were protecting it from the harsh elements of the outside world. Your laugh, it rings with such a zest for life, a zest for me and all I have to give you. I could give you the world; however, what truly matters is that I give you all of me, and you give me all of you. Love is all I ask for; I wish to give and receive love, a never ending cycle. I want the cycle to be that of a waterfall, as its falls replenish and recycle water a thousandfold, though never ceasing in it's majestic beauty. I want love that never dies. I want to keep you, all of you, for as long as my heart continues to beat and beat and beat into yours.

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Bubble wrap the mishaps As if they never happened you have no idea what you're like Let go, jump in what're you waiting for?

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC

erase

Bubble wrap the mishaps As if they never happened you have no idea what you're like Let go, jump in what're you waiting for?

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She felt as if she was going to explode. She hated herself, the guilt began to consume her as she waded in her own disgust. Ugly, fat, and now a failure. For once she wanted to follow through and make the voices in her head going against her demons proud. Not yesterday, unfortunately not today, but maybe (probably not) tomorrow. But, we want to stay with you... forever. There's only one thought on her mind. Nothing but this single thought mattered. Just one, nightmarish, thought racing through her head. But the voices were far too cunning to ignore. Get rid of it!!! Get rid of it now!! If you don't you will be a failure. A fat failure!! Get rid of it while you still can. All of it. She walks calmly past her mother; her composure plays the role of some sort of genius guise. She'll never know, no one will ever know. At least for now. Hurry up!!! You wouldn't want all that to settle, would you? The toothbrush was sitting where she had put it that morning, after using it to brush her teeth. This time, it was being used for a different purpose. A disgusting, wonderful, agonizing, joyful, painful, perfect, ugly, beautiful, addictive, freeing purpose. What are you waiting for?! Do it now silly girl. Nothing else made her feel so powerful. That's how it's suppose to feel. That's how you know you're doing it right. Many minutes zipped by, as if her brain pressed the fast forward button. She quietly got up, flushed the toilet, turned the water off, brushed her teeth, changed clothes, and exited the bathroom. The cold, hard floors were all too familiar to her beaten down knees. Good girl. 47 minutes had passed during her absence. She began to feel anger for herself. Once, just once, if she could go a whole day without deprivation or gluttony, maybe she could feel what it was like to function properly. But, we're proud of you!! All she wanted was to be able to go out with her friends and not be terrified. The secret must stay a secret. No one can know about me!! She began to think out loud. "How will I ever become fully recover(ed)?" As if on cue, the demons inside her head replied. You won't.

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC

Demons

She felt as if she was going to explode. She hated herself, the guilt began to consume her as she waded in her own disgust. Ugly, fat, and now a failure. For once she wanted to follow through and make the voices in her head going against her demons proud. Not yesterday, unfortunately not today, but maybe (probably not) tomorrow. But, we want to stay with you... forever. There's only one thought on her mind. Nothing but this single thought mattered. Just one, nightmarish, thought racing through her head. But the voices were far too cunning to ignore. Get rid of it!!! Get rid of it now!! If you don't you will be a failure. A fat failure!! Get rid of it while you still can. All of it. She walks calmly past her mother; her composure plays the role of some sort of genius guise. She'll never know, no one will ever know. At least for now. Hurry up!!! You wouldn't want all that to settle, would you? The toothbrush was sitting where she had put it that morning, after using it to brush her teeth. This time, it was being used for a different purpose. A disgusting, wonderful, agonizing, joyful, painful, perfect, ugly, beautiful, addictive, freeing purpose. What are you waiting for?! Do it now silly girl. Nothing else made her feel so powerful. That's how it's suppose to feel. That's how you know you're doing it right. Many minutes zipped by, as if her brain pressed the fast forward button. She quietly got up, flushed the toilet, turned the water off, brushed her teeth, changed clothes, and exited the bathroom. The cold, hard floors were all too familiar to her beaten down knees. Good girl. 47 minutes had passed during her absence. She began to feel anger for herself. Once, just once, if she could go a whole day without deprivation or gluttony, maybe she could feel what it was like to function properly. But, we're proud of you!! All she wanted was to be able to go out with her friends and not be terrified. The secret must stay a secret. No one can know about me!! She began to think out loud. "How will I ever become fully recover(ed)?" As if on cue, the demons inside her head replied. You won't.

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It's funny how deceiving an individual can be You see only what they let you see But wait there's more You are just as deceiving as the next guy We are masked and wrapped up and protected For one purpose and one purpose only To protect our innermost self The person that only one set of eyes has seen Every last person has a veil of secrets over themselves And they hide behind it as the seconds, minutes, hours, and days pass by Watching, waiting But for what? What are we all waiting for? That is the unanswered question I must extend my humble opinion to you I feel obligated, you see, to share an answer that fits the blanks for me We are all waiting for each other to do the same thing To reveal themselves, remove their veil of secrets, and Step out of the masquerade

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC

Masquerade

It's funny how deceiving an individual can be You see only what they let you see But wait there's more You are just as deceiving as the next guy We are masked and wrapped up and protected For one purpose and one purpose only To protect our innermost self The person that only one set of eyes has seen Every last person has a veil of secrets over themselves And they hide behind it as the seconds, minutes, hours, and days pass by Watching, waiting But for what? What are we all waiting for? That is the unanswered question I must extend my humble opinion to you I feel obligated, you see, to share an answer that fits the blanks for me We are all waiting for each other to do the same thing To reveal themselves, remove their veil of secrets, and Step out of the masquerade

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I picked up the pieces of the mirror And put them back together The images are closer than they appear I'll think like that forever As the pieces came together I saw something I thought I would never see An image laughing and smiling forever I soon realized it was me The proof of my existence rang through the room How did I change when all hope had been lost My happiness was radiant and had come so soon A last I found peace, peace with no cost

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Jan 5, 2014

Jan 5, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC

Broken Mirrors

I picked up the pieces of the mirror And put them back together The images are closer than they appear I'll think like that forever As the pieces came together I saw something I thought I would never see An image laughing and smiling forever I soon realized it was me The proof of my existence rang through the room How did I change when all hope had been lost My happiness was radiant and had come so soon A last I found peace, peace with no cost

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