tangerinereef - Hello Poetry

i have been moving forward for years, never stopping everything has overwhelmed me and eaten away at my being but i still moved on i've hid from my deepest thoughts, buried them deep inside kept moving without looking back but standing here today i see everything that i skipped over, everything that has festered and crept up behind me so close that it invades my thoughts taken over, there's no turning back

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC

too far

i have been moving forward for years, never stopping everything has overwhelmed me and eaten away at my being but i still moved on i've hid from my deepest thoughts, buried them deep inside kept moving without looking back but standing here today i see everything that i skipped over, everything that has festered and crept up behind me so close that it invades my thoughts taken over, there's no turning back

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how scared you must be to be exposed to the elements with all your windows broken in and all alone

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC

broken windows

how scared you must be to be exposed to the elements with all your windows broken in and all alone

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an itch in your shoulders that you cannot scratch you try to ignore it but it demands to be heard

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC

anxiety

an itch in your shoulders that you cannot scratch you try to ignore it but it demands to be heard

5

crooks of elbows backs of knees where the thighs touch back neck

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

Unclean

crooks of elbows backs of knees where the thighs touch back neck

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The air pierces my skin My breath fogs up in front of me as I walk alongside you, in this hidden pathway I look at you you are so beautiful There is warmth in my cheeks but it is still cold

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC

Still Cold/ Pathway Private

The air pierces my skin My breath fogs up in front of me as I walk alongside you, in this hidden pathway I look at you you are so beautiful There is warmth in my cheeks but it is still cold

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Like the hands I allowed my cat to scratch and my unvacuumed floor and unwashed bed sheets, And the ability to go outside and improve myself I took you for granted.

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May 22, 2016

May 22, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC

Disregarded

Like the hands I allowed my cat to scratch and my unvacuumed floor and unwashed bed sheets, And the ability to go outside and improve myself I took you for granted.

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Drowning in my own head What do I do? Losing control losing control I fear I've lost myself No control no control

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC

Any Emotion

Drowning in my own head What do I do? Losing control losing control I fear I've lost myself No control no control

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My head is buzzing. I can't control it. I need to settle down, Let sleep come and drag me lower, Allowing me to rest. But my bed is hard and unaccepting of my attempts to sleep, So I lie awake. All I want is to escape into a state of unconsciousness, so I don't have to feel.

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC

Untitled

My head is buzzing. I can't control it. I need to settle down, Let sleep come and drag me lower, Allowing me to rest. But my bed is hard and unaccepting of my attempts to sleep, So I lie awake. All I want is to escape into a state of unconsciousness, so I don't have to feel.

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I look at my skin in the fogged up mirror and I don’t see any redness no dots no blemishes and I think, “why can’t it be like this all the time?”

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC

/like this/

I look at my skin in the fogged up mirror and I don’t see any redness no dots no blemishes and I think, “why can’t it be like this all the time?”

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I approached the door, as something caught my eye A glimpse of a person, a wishful hi Something inside me was filled with terror and glee, but I soon realized, the reflection, it was only me.

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

sigh

I approached the door, as something caught my eye A glimpse of a person, a wishful hi Something inside me was filled with terror and glee, but I soon realized, the reflection, it was only me.

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