twodents - Hello Poetry

I called you once Just once But you didn't pick up You didn't answer. You could have called back You could have said something Anything But you never did..... I thought I had a friend

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC

twodents

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I called you once Just once But you didn't pick up You didn't answer. You could have called back You could have said something Anything But you never did..... I thought I had a friend

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I'm tired and I can't sleep. Tired of pretending I'm not weak shhhhhhh.... do you hear that? It's the tapping of my feet, My fingertips on countertops, on glass, The grinding of my teeth. Do you hear my heart beat? Do you hear the memories? Dancing to their haunted melodies shhhhhhh.... I'm tired and I can't sleep

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Feb 22, 2015

Feb 22, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

twodents

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I'm tired and I can't sleep. Tired of pretending I'm not weak shhhhhhh.... do you hear that? It's the tapping of my feet, My fingertips on countertops, on glass, The grinding of my teeth. Do you hear my heart beat? Do you hear the memories? Dancing to their haunted melodies shhhhhhh.... I'm tired and I can't sleep

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My hands are a little too soft My face a little too smooth My eyes just a little tooo...... well Whatever it is about my eyes, my face, and my hands Some may say that makes me Not quite a man Because I don't wild a hammer in one hand And a beer in the other I don't sing baritone, I'm tanner Or maybe soprano.....? I don't know for sure Confession When I was sixteen I was the epitome of teenage Goth Coir Daddy's little.... Girl? And I tried hard To be exactly what people said I was supposed to be Because I was never told that it was OK to like mud - pies and firetrucks And throw away my princess barbies and makeup I felt trapped Born into a world of horrific stereotype to the maximum degree And god help me! should I deviate from the 'riches' path of femininity Lest I be shunned by not only my pears But some of the people I love the most Speaking of which My dad claims to be a smart man An observant man A man who notices people So, Dad, Wile you're looking around noticing all of them How come you cannot spare a glands to see That the youngest of your three Is not the princess You once imagined he'd grow up to be So either I am the king of deception The prince of cleverly crafted lies and half truths Envied Surpassing the skill and ingenuity of Lucifer himself Or You are not so smart as you think you are And you cannot tell me Dad the you knew all along Before my ever telling you To pretend now that you did Would be the biggest deceit of all I wonder, oh father of mine, What is going through your mind When I step into our 3×3 bathroom in our 25 ft home sporting C ' s And walk back out not 10 minutes later Completely Flat Chested.........

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC

twodents

Prince, Not Princess

My hands are a little too soft My face a little too smooth My eyes just a little tooo...... well Whatever it is about my eyes, my face, and my hands Some may say that makes me Not quite a man Because I don't wild a hammer in one hand And a beer in the other I don't sing baritone, I'm tanner Or maybe soprano.....? I don't know for sure Confession When I was sixteen I was the epitome of teenage Goth Coir Daddy's little.... Girl? And I tried hard To be exactly what people said I was supposed to be Because I was never told that it was OK to like mud - pies and firetrucks And throw away my princess barbies and makeup I felt trapped Born into a world of horrific stereotype to the maximum degree And god help me! should I deviate from the 'riches' path of femininity Lest I be shunned by not only my pears But some of the people I love the most Speaking of which My dad claims to be a smart man An observant man A man who notices people So, Dad, Wile you're looking around noticing all of them How come you cannot spare a glands to see That the youngest of your three Is not the princess You once imagined he'd grow up to be So either I am the king of deception The prince of cleverly crafted lies and half truths Envied Surpassing the skill and ingenuity of Lucifer himself Or You are not so smart as you think you are And you cannot tell me Dad the you knew all along Before my ever telling you To pretend now that you did Would be the biggest deceit of all I wonder, oh father of mine, What is going through your mind When I step into our 3×3 bathroom in our 25 ft home sporting C ' s And walk back out not 10 minutes later Completely Flat Chested.........

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I'm insomniacing Thinking Twisting Turning Contemplating It's really hard to sleep with the sun coming up like this

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC

twodents

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I'm insomniacing Thinking Twisting Turning Contemplating It's really hard to sleep with the sun coming up like this

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