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Erin M Petersen May 2012
I am from blond curls
and bubble gum
swinging above the bar
and flying through the air after letting go
I am from patchwork dresses at Zen monasteries
and never sitting still
reading with a flashlight under my blanket
and creating my own worlds
lost teeth
and quarters under my pillow
I am from violent games of Red-Rover
and singing with bands in the park
fairy houses
and homemade bread
summer visits
and treasure hunts in tomato patches
I am from fits of giggles
and Pooh Bear bath toys swimming in bubbles
feeding ducks
and going 'Town-town'
that single Taco Bell
and running in the road
I am from imagination
and creativity
a need to learn
and a yearning for love
I am from many places
and nowhere at all
Erin M Petersen May 2012
I am nothing
an empty shell
a hollow carcass of brittle bones and rotting teeth

She is beautiful
bright patterns and rain boots
Her smile is true
and she love the world she lives in

He is a rebel
Never still and never truthful
He loves running across the street just as a car comes
it gives him such a high

She is quiet
timid
a book worm
She spends her time in dimly lit corners in rundown bookstores
hiding away from the world

She is implosive and violent
loves to fight
swear
Her emotions are stronger than the rest
taking her over in a matter of seconds

They are all me
but I am none of them
and I haven't seen them in many years
though I hear from them everyday
Their voices haunt me
echoing
screaming
their hands touch me in the dark
clawing to be freed
for they are why I am empty
they fill me and push away the person I truly long to be
The person that I need to be
in order to stay alive
Erin M Petersen May 2012
I am dark clothing
and nightmares
broken dreams
and blistered feet
I am dark purple bags under bright green eyes
and dark auburn hair dyed every three months
worn out rainbow bracelets
and my worthless mothers old ring
I am dance shoes
and little free time
peppermints
and coffee in paper cups
I am quick stolen kiss when nobody is watching
and softly brushing hair out of her eyes
silvery scars fading into my skin
and fresh injuries I know I can't keep creating
routines
and random urges
I am moving forward
Erin M Petersen May 2012
a summer of love
country roads and walks downtown
her soft lips sweet kiss
Erin M Petersen May 2012
looming overhead
dream scene of my inner mind
ripping me apart
Erin M Petersen May 2012
blue rumpled covers
brown hair frames her lovely face
her beautiful smile
waking up next to my beautiful girlfriend
Erin M Petersen May 2012
We make these simple promises,
to those we love
Holding them together on the strings of kites
and send them away
up into the crystal blue sky
to be forgotten forever.
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