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Have you ever seen someone crumple?
I have,
And I was one half of the cause.
She’d taken a bullet
But didn’t yet know it.
She wasn’t angry
As she looked from me to him and back again
Waiting for one of us to explain
What couldn’t be explained.
She wasn’t angry, she was imploding
Chipped glass about to shatter
Fragmenting shards.
Atoms swirled in chaos,
She stood alone, in a tornado
Still and silent
Not realising the oxygen had all but gone.
Time stood still for us all
And as she realised,
She started to crumple and turned and fled
Too proud to disintegrate
In front of those who fired the gun.
Anticipation, say it s-l-o-w-l-y
Allow it to linger, feel it wholly
Place your heart upon your hand
Or the other way around
Hand over heart
Feel, hear, see your flesh pound
Rhythmic *chaos
contracting inside
Expectations building, rising
Higher and higher (along with anxiety levels)
Anticipation is a rude guest
Overstays his welcome, always outstandingly overdressed
Beckons silly *fantasies
to sit next to him on the couch
Leaves drops of contemplation on the carpet
Broken hearts, shattered expectations
Or best case scenario, a dream come true
Beautiful visualizations of contentment
The joy of fulfilled hopes
No sensation equals receiving
All the ideas you dare to believe
Can a cranium explode from the pressure of a hundred- thousand untamed thoughts?
The agony of uncertainty
Being in the pitch dark
Only speculations
No actualities
Merely the human **imagination
 Oct 2013 Hannah Bauer
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Relapses* are ****
but the pain
brings *relief

I'm a true
*******

I'm not saying
that relapses are good
I'm just saying
the pain drowns
all the bad

I lose myself
in order to feel
I'm not fully aware or conscious
but the pain makes me feel whole

Happiness always leaves
but the pain remains
and it makes me feel
so much more less alone

Sadness is not a choice
although sometimes
it's all we possess
when life gets rough

Misery is not beautiful
or in any way nice
but I am so used to it
it's become a part of my daily life

I have tried to separate myself
from this terrible state of mind
but it's too late for me to fix this
**the old me has been left behind
© Natali Veronica 2013.
When i love, trust and respect you it doesn't mean I can't be cruel.

When i keep quiet and let your words sting,it's not like I couldn't be rude.

It's because I love you and I don't want  you to see my other hue.

I don't do things for pity

Like most people in the city,

I don't choose doing things by simplicity,

I follow my heart so far it makes me happy and I don't care if i ended up in d dark.

Don't I deserve the right to be bad?

Even if it gets everyone mad?

No, I don't. I'm made of fine stuff and my manners tell me I shouldn't be rough.

Here I stand in a world shroud in thick darkness

While my heart wails loudly and my ears can't pick the sounds,

My body shake vehemently while my head tells me I'm lost.

Tears sting my eyes while my cheeks feel the warm torrent.

 Oh my! How did I end up with broken wings?

 Yet, I didn't partake in activities called flings.

 Is it a crime to have trusted and believed so much in you?

 Oh,where then is the love?
Another old poem! I remember this one...youthful exuberance?
 Oct 2013 Hannah Bauer
Evynne
It was Winter and I was lost
Though I refused to acknowledge it
Somewhere deep down inside of me I so desperately wanted to unleash myself and bloom into something beautiful
But I didn't know which way was up
So I waited in the cold and bitter ground for my time to come
Long and patiently
Then came the Spring and I smiled and started to grow and flourish
I was finding my way again
Still, not knowing what would blossom
Only hoping it would be something lovely
I was still the only flower in the garden bed
Lonely and desiccated
Waiting for the rain to build me up
The Spring continued on and I grew stronger and stronger
Gaining warmth and wisdom until I unmistakably blossomed into something so pure and whole and beautiful that I could hardly recognize myself
Summer came and I grew tall and strong and loud
My petals became unruly and grew uncontrollably
But the air was heavy and strange
I couldn't tell if I liked the heat
I missed the rain
I was inescapably embedded into the dry and hot earth below me
My roots reached out and grew in deep and strong
But when the birds and the bees would come to visit me
Kissing my face and whispering small and sweet melodies into my ears
I longed for them to take me away with a heavy hold and a strong grip
The Summer was a long one
Too long
I grew wild and my structure became bent and my petals started to wilt
How strange it is to me that now that Autumn has come I feel so new and pure
Because in reality, I am slowly dying in Autumn's crisp caress
But in my heart I am lovely and delicate and prosperous
I am my strongest and most beautiful at what should be my most fearful time to come
For my death is awaiting me
It is certain that I will continue to wilt as Winter slowly arrives and the Fall gently retreats
*But when Winter's frozen and lonesome grip swallows me whole, what will become of me?
Sometimes I feel numb
It's a strange, kind of sad feeling.
I can feel it in my heart.
And I know it's strange to say that I can feel my numbness,
but isn't it also strange to feel the itch of a phantom limb,
or the sorrow that comes with the excitement of something new,
only to realize it won't last forever.
It's really hard for me to control it,
I don't know why I can't.
If I could just rip the pain,
or lack thereof out of my chest I would.
In a heart beat,
no pun intended.
No one told me this could happen,
I thought there was simply happy and sad,
I didn't know there was anything that could fall in between.
All I want to do is to feel everything,
I want to love everyone.
I want to care about everything,
but it's so hard when this numbness keep sneaking back into my veins,
pulsing through my body once again.
Telling me to sleep it off,
or to stay home,
because it's easier to avoid than confront.
That's why I try so hard in conversations,
because trying is all I can do when it comes through.
This doesn't happen everyday,
it sometimes doesn't even happen every week,
but it's still tough.
Some days I am bursting at the seams with my love for the world.
Some days I care so much,
and I try so hard.
Then some days I cry,
for stupid reasons.
Because it's healthy,
because I need to.
Because sometimes the weight of the world is pressing against every bone in my body,
and I need to release it.
But some days I don't feel anything at all,
and it's a scary and foreign feeling.
Because I'm bursting at the seams,
and I only have so much thread to patch the holes,
in this worn, and stretched body.
So please just let me feel for a few more minutes,
I'd rather that than continue in this abyss of numbness.
I've handed out
Too much of my trust.
People never put it in their hearts,
where it belongs.
They just take it, use it, spend it, and lose it.
Nobody ever wants to keep it.
So I'm done passing it out...
...I just hope there is still enough
for my own heart...
 Oct 2013 Hannah Bauer
Dev A
Trust
 Oct 2013 Hannah Bauer
Dev A
You asked me to trust you
And you expected a reply
I saw it in your eye.
But I hesitated.

You grew worried,
Unsure of yourself.
So I pointed to the shelf
Where all the pictures stood.

I knew that you finally understood
As realization dawned upon your face.
So I told you a story to erase
All of the tension that had built.

You asked me to trust you
And you expected a reply
I saw it in your eye.
But I hesitated.

You asked me questions
As I told my tale.
But all I did was flail
As I tried to explain.

I revealed that I couldn’t trust
Not when friend after friend
Brought an end
To every relationship.

You asked me to trust you
And you expected a reply
I saw it in your eye.
But I hesitated.

They broke me
In ways you can’t imagine
As they left my heart and soul all barren.
I don’t know how to trust.

I want to trust you
But after end and end
You must comprehend
That I don’t know how.

You asked me to trust you
And you expected a reply
I saw it in your eye.
But I hesitated.
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