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thund3r-bird
25/F ~local weird girl trying to express her big thoughts & emotions in the only way she's figured out how~ / / *any poems I post here are original and personal to me in some way. (please be considerate xx)
i hate snow but i love winter you always told me i was a walking contradiction but this time when you left the snow covers the ground and hides the footprints laid forgotten when you walked out of our front door without saying goodbye and now my hearts shattering into a million tiny snowflakes floating around the sky until it turns to a blizzard because the more I think of all the fun we had - the harder the snow falls swirling around my head like all the memories we created just like the snowman in our yard but eventually the sun came out and he melted his nose and button eyes falling to the ground as fast as I fell head over heels for you and now I remember why I love winter but hate the snow
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
hate the snow - revamp
it's like the more i try to be "normal" the further away the goal becomes i've tried time and time again to make myself look pretty and skinny and beautiful all for you and when that wasn't enough i tattooed my skin with both ink and the scars from a blade to see if you would like me better but the ink is now faded the scars are now pale and lets be truthful - no one likes a girl who's disappearing
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Disappearing
storm clouds surround my head and thunder claps in the distance or is that the beating of my heart? i sometimes get nature’s wrath and my own confused when I think of you so I apologize – you see when I cry, usually the sky does too but maybe it’s because I always told you how I loved the rain and you would laugh when I danced in the mud puddles after a storm but now? now the ground is dry and cracked and the rain clouds never come here anymore
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Mud Puddles
and so I waited in the dark wood the wind howling, making me a nervous wreck as my patience grew thin. where was he? a howl could be heard in the wind causing my nails to embed themselves in the bark of the tree behind me
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
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snow covers the ground and hides the footprints you left when you walked out of our front door without saying goodbye and now my hearts shattering into a million tiny snowflakes floating around in the sky until it turns into a blizzard because the more I think of all the fun we had the harder the snow falls swirling around my head like all the memories we created just like the snowman in our yard but eventually the sun came out and he melted his nose and button eyes falling to the ground as fast as I fell head over heels for you and now I remember why I love winter but hate the snow
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Hate the Snow
blink now you're 5 years old again waiting for mommy to sing to you and tell you everything will be okay after scraping your knee on the drive way while running around until daddy comes home from wherever he is blink now you're 10 mommy's leaving for work and you're crying so hard because you don't want her to leave you're not used to being around just daddy because he's never usually home so you run down the stairs but the doors already closed and her headlights are pulling out of the driveway and down the road she goes blink now you're 13 mom and dad are fighting again you close your eyes and scream into your pillow to muffle the noise but even the whistle from the train down the road or the whooshing in your ears that sound like waves from not eating in three days can't quite the fighting blink 15 you're eyes are glazed and heavy and the smoke pouring from your lips tastes funny but the walls are spinning and though you never liked carnival rides it feels like one now as you sit on an uneven stool in your best friends garage and inhale the burning substance that makes things funny and helps you forget about the impending argument that's happening at home blink 18 white toilet bowls and shaky hands quickly you flush down the granola you forced down that morning before rushing out of the door before dads new girlfriend could say hi walking down the hallway of the old apartment building the tiles start to move and its like you smoked that strange plant again but this time the corners of the hallway are getting dark and it feels like you've been walking for f o r e v e r so you grab the wall next to you as the floor rushes up and everything goes black
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
flash back
blink now you're 5 years old again waiting for mommy to sing to you and tell you everything will be okay after scraping your knee on the drive way while running around until daddy comes home from wherever he is blink now you're 10 mommy's leaving for work and you're crying so hard because you don't want her to leave you're not used to being around just daddy because he's never usually home so you run down the stairs but the doors already closed and her headlights are pulling out of the driveway and down the road she goes blink now you're 13 mom and dad are fighting again you close your eyes and scream into your pillow to muffle the noise but even the whistle from the train down the road or the whooshing in your ears that sound like waves from not eating in three days can't quite the fighting blink 15 you're eyes are glazed and heavy and the smoke pouring from your lips tastes funny but the walls are spinning and though you never liked carnival rides it feels like one now as you sit on an uneven stool in your best friends garage and inhale the burning substance that makes things funny and helps you forget about the impending argument that's happening at home blink 18 white toilet bowls and shaky hands quickly you flush down the granola you forced down that morning before rushing out of the door before dads new girlfriend could say hi walking down the hallway of the old apartment building the tiles start to move and its like you smoked that strange plant again but this time the corners of the hallway are getting dark and it feels like you've been walking for f o r e v e r so you grab the wall next to you as the floor rushes up and everything goes black
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sometimes i look to the clouds for guidance in hopes that their darkness can help me but then it rains and looking up at the clouds isn't so easy and my hair is wet and make up is ruined so i run under the tall trees that i used to be afraid of because monsters lurked inside there but now as i crawl on the dirt covered ground i pray pray pray to a god that's maybe not there you're right
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
You're Right
pain the look in your eyes told me that even the worst injury wouldn't compare to the pain that i gave you
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
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