viveviolet - Hello Poetry

Guys don't really care For short hair girls Long, lucious hair Thick, full Down by the waist Complementing their spine Freefalling in the breeze Flowing with the current As they turn their heads Send you a look you'd die for Over their shoulders Long haired girls They know they have you And you're sold. Long hair is so much more beautiful While short hair Short hair is not. Short hair does not get you noticed It does not have a certain entrance When you walk into a room It is not beautiful Or eye grasping I mean Would you rather have one flower Or a garden of flowers? It is not luscious Or forgiving. But It is me. I am the girl with short hair I am the girl who is not wanted I am far from any lengths that tickle my spine. And you want to know something? That's alright with me.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC

2:44 A.M

Guys don't really care For short hair girls Long, lucious hair Thick, full Down by the waist Complementing their spine Freefalling in the breeze Flowing with the current As they turn their heads Send you a look you'd die for Over their shoulders Long haired girls They know they have you And you're sold. Long hair is so much more beautiful While short hair Short hair is not. Short hair does not get you noticed It does not have a certain entrance When you walk into a room It is not beautiful Or eye grasping I mean Would you rather have one flower Or a garden of flowers? It is not luscious Or forgiving. But It is me. I am the girl with short hair I am the girl who is not wanted I am far from any lengths that tickle my spine. And you want to know something? That's alright with me.

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Dark out The night shouts For a better beginning For a new day The rain is singing The filth away So stick out your hand And feel the rain Stinging your memory Puddling your brain

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Jun 14, 2014

Jun 14, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC

6/13/14

Dark out The night shouts For a better beginning For a new day The rain is singing The filth away So stick out your hand And feel the rain Stinging your memory Puddling your brain

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My love We are two halves that cannot make a whole Two roads that were never meant to meet We will never complete Each other Like two crescent moons Beautiful alone But together We were never meant to be

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC

For you

My love We are two halves that cannot make a whole Two roads that were never meant to meet We will never complete Each other Like two crescent moons Beautiful alone But together We were never meant to be

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It's 6:00 A.M I feel; tired I run to the bathroom graze my hair with my fingers cut through all the knots Because that's how you would've done it too. It's 6:45 A.M I button my pants let the flannel shirt I wear linger away from my body I learned this from you. 7:00 A.M I go make breakfast I stir my hot up of tea every morning is the same I sting my mind with the thoughts of you just as I swirl the spoon over and over I can't help but wonder did you think about her then too? 7:20 A.M I dash to the closet and find a pair of shoes to wear I like to un-match because that's what you'd do. I don't wear earphones anymore I like to listen to the outside world my mind has become so numb maybe this fast paced city will make up for the emptiness you left me. 8:00 A.M the train is peppered with different faces you can only help but wonder do they lead the same life I lead I remember this thought from you. I walk to school It's 8:20 A.M I light a cigarette sip from my coffee and think about you. I care about you still I care caring I never learned that from you.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC

A Redundant Excerpt From My Redundant Life

It's 6:00 A.M I feel; tired I run to the bathroom graze my hair with my fingers cut through all the knots Because that's how you would've done it too. It's 6:45 A.M I button my pants let the flannel shirt I wear linger away from my body I learned this from you. 7:00 A.M I go make breakfast I stir my hot up of tea every morning is the same I sting my mind with the thoughts of you just as I swirl the spoon over and over I can't help but wonder did you think about her then too? 7:20 A.M I dash to the closet and find a pair of shoes to wear I like to un-match because that's what you'd do. I don't wear earphones anymore I like to listen to the outside world my mind has become so numb maybe this fast paced city will make up for the emptiness you left me. 8:00 A.M the train is peppered with different faces you can only help but wonder do they lead the same life I lead I remember this thought from you. I walk to school It's 8:20 A.M I light a cigarette sip from my coffee and think about you. I care about you still I care caring I never learned that from you.

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You. you're like an unsolvable math problem a stoner thought that won't go away a wicked curse a never ending nightmare. -7:45 A.M: I thought of you again you were there while I was making myself breakfast sitting there telling me jokes as I stir my up, I cry a bit. letting the salt waters mix with the sweet taste of sugar a bittersweet ending a bite to the last bullet in our lives. you were there on my bed I look over to my nightstand and remember I remember you laying your hands on my back softly caressing the bridge of my spine like painting angels in the Sistine chapel. You were there during every silent pause between a conversation every awkward love moment every entity and every heart-throbbing night. you were there when I grazed the chessboard in school during lunch detention you were there when I played video games with my cousin you were there during late night smoke sessions between every puff every high every munchy feeling every joke every subtle laugh, every good moment. You you were all there. and I ask why god, why? why must you let these people let me become who I never was? change me into someone I'll never be? Why are they still here? like having a 6th sense I see them every part of them too many of them everywhere in my life. in the most minute sense and the smallest sob. But unlike regular demons and ghosts I cannot cast you away I cannot exorcise myself into a better lifetime and so, I let the ghosts rise the skeletons collect dusted in my closet I let them because maybe one day they will let me too.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

Untitled

You. you're like an unsolvable math problem a stoner thought that won't go away a wicked curse a never ending nightmare. -7:45 A.M: I thought of you again you were there while I was making myself breakfast sitting there telling me jokes as I stir my up, I cry a bit. letting the salt waters mix with the sweet taste of sugar a bittersweet ending a bite to the last bullet in our lives. you were there on my bed I look over to my nightstand and remember I remember you laying your hands on my back softly caressing the bridge of my spine like painting angels in the Sistine chapel. You were there during every silent pause between a conversation every awkward love moment every entity and every heart-throbbing night. you were there when I grazed the chessboard in school during lunch detention you were there when I played video games with my cousin you were there during late night smoke sessions between every puff every high every munchy feeling every joke every subtle laugh, every good moment. You you were all there. and I ask why god, why? why must you let these people let me become who I never was? change me into someone I'll never be? Why are they still here? like having a 6th sense I see them every part of them too many of them everywhere in my life. in the most minute sense and the smallest sob. But unlike regular demons and ghosts I cannot cast you away I cannot exorcise myself into a better lifetime and so, I let the ghosts rise the skeletons collect dusted in my closet I let them because maybe one day they will let me too.

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You poke you **** They ooze life ***** It itches just like a scab Old pains some memories regained But you won't feel the same way Because the wound is closing searching for air to heal it just like a scab just like a scab

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC

Scabs

You poke you **** They ooze life ***** It itches just like a scab Old pains some memories regained But you won't feel the same way Because the wound is closing searching for air to heal it just like a scab just like a scab

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