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suus-pulchra-vita
suus-pulchra-vita
American An eighteen year old dreaming dancer who pretends to have it all figured out and to be able to write poetry.
I know why I'm so scared to be alone. When I am alone there are no distractions I can see and feel who I now am I don't know who she is When I'm alone I can't hide behind the facade I'm broken and sad But I don't want anyone to really see But when it's only me There is no one to hide behind No where to run No where to escape This is the time I have to face the reality Of the foreign feeling inside of me
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Untitled
they all said we would never last but in the end, you couldn't get over your past we told everyone that we would prove them wrong but in the end, we just found we didn't belong I still love you I swear I do but in the end, we had to accept what everyone already knew
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
in the end
I am a dreamer and a dancer I wonder if I will ever find the answers I hear students chatting between classes I see campus filled with the masses I want to be noticed I am a dreamer and a dancer I pretend I know what I’m doing I feel like something big is brewing I touch my confidence to bring it to the surface I worry I’ll never find my purpose I cry at the thought of losing passion I am a dreamer and a dancer I am a dreamer and a dancer I understand success isn’t easy I say I won’t let that phase me I dream of seeing my name in lights I try to take my understanding to new heights I hope I leave this world a better place I am a dreamer and a dancer
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
I Am Poem
why do I even bother when i wrote my poetry in a book it didnt matter how many likes i had how many views i grabbed all that mattered was that i set my feelings free but you see, i am my own worst critic writing my own scathing reviews until my wrists are arthritic then what am i left with? two *** wrists and an ache the size of Madrid i dont know why i bother to publish my mind another sick twisted jab at my soul aligned with my heart well my heart cant take it anymore my mind is sore time to give up the criticism time to give up isolationism
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
publish
this sadness is something i cannot break i hope is dissipates when i awake my ****** rhyming makes me feel worse my head and heart just may burst there is so specific reason for my sadness just another sign of the madness that i call my mind it does not matter how kind or patient i am to myself no amount of wealth no amount of joy can make me happy without my boy
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
i apologize for how bad this is
"I'm happy like when you find that missing shoe. I'm happy like when there is extra potatoes in your stew. You make me happier than you will ever know. This poem here is to try and show. I'm not too good with rhymes so it'll be short. I hope it makes you laugh; maybe even snort."
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
a poem from my boyfriend.
i want to travel i long for the sound of crunching gravel beneath my feet as i climb a mountain to its defeat i long for the song of crashing waves under the stars while i misbehave with my lover by my side from the rest of the world we will hide
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
travel
ive never been afraid of heights but judging on how high you take me, i just might be turning into a coward you see, no ones ever had the power to completely ruin me yet, you speak my language so fluently ive discovered my fear rests not in heights but in falling i want nothing more than to jump upon hearing your calling so here i go, im going to leap free im trusting you to catch me
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
heights
his sunshine makes me feel new in a way i thought could never be true for a girl like me maybe his rays are the key to a happiness i have never known his touch melts me to the very bone this summer i captured the suns shine and i am on cloud nine
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
sun's shine
i often feel as if my poetry is inferior i find it difficult to find words superior to my third grade poetry skills words that can cause chills to raise on the back of your neck my obvious rhymes make me a wreck i gave up on proper grammar confusing lines make my readers stammer they say practice makes perfect well my dear they are incorrect
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
words