xenaphobic - Hello Poetry

I'm in love With a girl With bright green eyes She is bare faced and beautiful Messy haired Dressed up as who knows what Flushed cheeks laughing at someone's dumb joke And I am reeling I am in love With the one With big hazle eyes In a beanie In a bit of eye liner and beautiful They are looking off to the side For a friend maybe And I am looking for them In the background of photographs I never asked them to join even though they were right there I am in love With a broken spirit And it's too late to invite them into the picture I am in love With their slightly shifting eye colour that was "legally hazle" I am in love With never knowing exactly who they where and why'd they need a lable anyway I am in love And they and are far to gone for that to matter

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC

I'm In Love

I'm in love With a girl With bright green eyes She is bare faced and beautiful Messy haired Dressed up as who knows what Flushed cheeks laughing at someone's dumb joke And I am reeling I am in love With the one With big hazle eyes In a beanie In a bit of eye liner and beautiful They are looking off to the side For a friend maybe And I am looking for them In the background of photographs I never asked them to join even though they were right there I am in love With a broken spirit And it's too late to invite them into the picture I am in love With their slightly shifting eye colour that was "legally hazle" I am in love With never knowing exactly who they where and why'd they need a lable anyway I am in love And they and are far to gone for that to matter

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Interested? Like you were in her Only...only you said you never could be Violent Everyone lies I guess Do you remember? You promised you would Outsider to our own relationship Understand?

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC

You Won't Read This Message Either

Interested? Like you were in her Only...only you said you never could be Violent Everyone lies I guess Do you remember? You promised you would Outsider to our own relationship Understand?

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Oh kitten small kitten So black we barely saw You jump up in the air and grab the snickers from her jaw We loved though we didn’t know we’d keep you at the time My heart feels sorrow even now though we lost you what seems like so long ago You fit right in the family eating stir-fry with delight My black cat my lovely cat we saved Halloween night I will never fill the hole left in my heart Nor forget the tears I shed the night you had to part You don’t have grandkids that we know though mom and dad have one Who sits and plays with Ana they have so much fun Sometimes I swear I feel you circling my heals Or sleeping in my bed at night with purrs of darkened still

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC

Kitten

Oh kitten small kitten So black we barely saw You jump up in the air and grab the snickers from her jaw We loved though we didn’t know we’d keep you at the time My heart feels sorrow even now though we lost you what seems like so long ago You fit right in the family eating stir-fry with delight My black cat my lovely cat we saved Halloween night I will never fill the hole left in my heart Nor forget the tears I shed the night you had to part You don’t have grandkids that we know though mom and dad have one Who sits and plays with Ana they have so much fun Sometimes I swear I feel you circling my heals Or sleeping in my bed at night with purrs of darkened still

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Alone in a world where nothing lives forever Death and his touch bringing sweet black oblivion A final rest for a solemn soul With its sweet release

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC

Ode to Death

Alone in a world where nothing lives forever Death and his touch bringing sweet black oblivion A final rest for a solemn soul With its sweet release

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I hear the bullies but never, almost never, the victims I hear the fake laughs used to stop the worry I hear the truth and the dark I hear nervous pencils tapping And whispers from one to another about yet someone else I hear the sobs released from the brave soldier who’s given up the fight I hear the crush from each soul as it’s broken and reformed

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC

I Don't Say A Word

I hear the bullies but never, almost never, the victims I hear the fake laughs used to stop the worry I hear the truth and the dark I hear nervous pencils tapping And whispers from one to another about yet someone else I hear the sobs released from the brave soldier who’s given up the fight I hear the crush from each soul as it’s broken and reformed

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A whoosh of air that makes me feel alive And all at once fills me up inside With memories of budding leaves Pulling my head up into the bright blue sky And makes me feel so light I may fly To lean and sway in its large gust of life Delivers me to a palace of light Where water lives and rivers sing of odds Oh water murmur me a song of heart Moving fast or stagnant still and calm You’ve seen things no one would dare to hear And you have hopes but never fear or doubt You have no secrets open book for all And you have seen all grow and seen all fall

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC

Earth

A whoosh of air that makes me feel alive And all at once fills me up inside With memories of budding leaves Pulling my head up into the bright blue sky And makes me feel so light I may fly To lean and sway in its large gust of life Delivers me to a palace of light Where water lives and rivers sing of odds Oh water murmur me a song of heart Moving fast or stagnant still and calm You’ve seen things no one would dare to hear And you have hopes but never fear or doubt You have no secrets open book for all And you have seen all grow and seen all fall

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The "good child" oh yes yes yes I am mommy and daddy's shining star I cook and clean and I am so very polite good grades, and don't talk down to my superiors oh yes, mommy I am your good little girl of three children I am the "good child" until your backs are turned drink, smoke, party and play with strange lips on mine and strange hands in strange places I am the "good" one with a secret girfriend and secret scars and a secret eating disorder but don't you worry your grown up little heads about that just keep telling people I'm the "good child" and I'll be "good" enough to play along

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC

The Good Child

The "good child" oh yes yes yes I am mommy and daddy's shining star I cook and clean and I am so very polite good grades, and don't talk down to my superiors oh yes, mommy I am your good little girl of three children I am the "good child" until your backs are turned drink, smoke, party and play with strange lips on mine and strange hands in strange places I am the "good" one with a secret girfriend and secret scars and a secret eating disorder but don't you worry your grown up little heads about that just keep telling people I'm the "good child" and I'll be "good" enough to play along

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There is nothing I can do Because I’m not the star of my own story I’m not exactly furniture either I’m more the person they send to walk in the background of movie scenes So it isn’t painfully clear they’ve blocked off the street But all I do is walk I’m not important And there is nothing I can do

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC

There Is Nothing I Can Do

There is nothing I can do Because I’m not the star of my own story I’m not exactly furniture either I’m more the person they send to walk in the background of movie scenes So it isn’t painfully clear they’ve blocked off the street But all I do is walk I’m not important And there is nothing I can do

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The ceiling waves down at me The floor swells up And all at once I’m hit with “too”s I’m too sad and too happy and too hot and too cold My mind says I’m too fat, too tall and too loud I can’t hear the thoughts I’m supposed to be hearing Then I do it I push down It stings for a second and then….. The whole world equals out

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC

Equalizer

The ceiling waves down at me The floor swells up And all at once I’m hit with “too”s I’m too sad and too happy and too hot and too cold My mind says I’m too fat, too tall and too loud I can’t hear the thoughts I’m supposed to be hearing Then I do it I push down It stings for a second and then….. The whole world equals out

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"Father...father look at me as I talk to you." I demand dropping my book bag on the floor out side my room. "hmm?" he says not looking at me, being much calmer than he could ever be in real life. This is how he always is in my dreams, saying exactly what he would in real life but in this calm, monotonousness that make me want to scream. "Father I hate you. I have always hated you, you have never been there for me for anything. I hate you very much and with all of heart." I try to subdue the anger in my voice. He still doesn't look up at me. "Well, that's nice dear, I hate you too." he finally looks up at me "I didn't even want you in the first place. But, ****** you were healthy and your mother wouldn't have any of." Then he looked away. "Father, would you care if I killed myself?" I asked the tears falling from my eyes and my hands shaking, I'm so angry at his calmness. He chuckles "Of, course not darling.." "DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU ARROGANT SON OF ***** "Gun's in the study," he says Then I wake up. A thousand times I've had this dream. Not once have I been able to convince my subconscious that he would care even a little bit.

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

The Dream

"Father...father look at me as I talk to you." I demand dropping my book bag on the floor out side my room. "hmm?" he says not looking at me, being much calmer than he could ever be in real life. This is how he always is in my dreams, saying exactly what he would in real life but in this calm, monotonousness that make me want to scream. "Father I hate you. I have always hated you, you have never been there for me for anything. I hate you very much and with all of heart." I try to subdue the anger in my voice. He still doesn't look up at me. "Well, that's nice dear, I hate you too." he finally looks up at me "I didn't even want you in the first place. But, ****** you were healthy and your mother wouldn't have any of." Then he looked away. "Father, would you care if I killed myself?" I asked the tears falling from my eyes and my hands shaking, I'm so angry at his calmness. He chuckles "Of, course not darling.." "DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU ARROGANT SON OF ***** "Gun's in the study," he says Then I wake up. A thousand times I've had this dream. Not once have I been able to convince my subconscious that he would care even a little bit.

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