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 Sep 2018 Andrea Olmos
Jamie
I’m a rough draft that has yet to turn into a final copy.

I’m that whisper between lovers that has yet to be spoken.

I am the intimacy that is shared between silence and the sweet euphoria of a crescendo.

The transition of thoughts to vocalized words are nowhere in my grasp, for you are inferior to me.
 Sep 2018 Andrea Olmos
Jamie
Lust
 Sep 2018 Andrea Olmos
Jamie
The aura around you lured me in and, and lord
My heart has never pounded this hard before--
Dark hair and shallow breaths
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You're feeling the same way
Inside that hallowed ribcage of yours
 Sep 2018 Andrea Olmos
Virtuous
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
 Jan 2018 Andrea Olmos
Cece
Dreams
 Jan 2018 Andrea Olmos
Cece
Nightmares hurt.
The emotional pain,
and the physical pain.
I can't count
how many times
I've woken up
to be
haunted by
my own
mind
and what
I think of.
I can't even
imagine
the times
I've woken up
with a
headache,
a heartache,
or both.
I can't begin
to reason
why my mind
has such a
vivid
perception
of what
a gunshot
feels like.
Or what
drowning
would be like.
But I've
dreamed them
so many
times,
It feels
like I've
lived them.
And please don't think
for a second
that's every
night.
There are the
good dreams
too.
The happy ones
where
everything
is alright.
But those hurt
way more.
Because
when I wake up,
I can
feel them being
torn away
by Morning.
 Jan 2018 Andrea Olmos
Lydia
I treated my skin like a goddess
Legs shaved, hands moisturized,
Any spot of acne scrubbed away and covered over with pale sheets
But I hid from my spine, like a snake always a few inches behind me, waiting to strike
This skin there was a poorly applied veneer,
Exaggerating the flaws it was meant to hide
The snake is in constant motion, waving an S up the core of my being,
Displaying my instability
It's curved, like the ridges of the Grand Canyon
Only more unnatural,
Un beautiful,
More like a line you tried to draw straight
Only when it wavered just a little too much, you threw it away and started over
I cannot start over
My snake drags venom along its body, instead of drooling it into a bite
And he is always biting,
So the skin on my back has never been touched
Never been pampered, or savored.
There is no "positive message" to this one but it is not meant to be a downer by any means . Everyone has their own insecurities and challenges. I'm super tall so when I  was little I grew too fast and my body didn't quite compensate. I have problems with many other joints too but I'm actually a runner and a swimmer.  Please comment :)
 Dec 2017 Andrea Olmos
Sean
she carried me to the sink.
she acquired me so long ago.
she has cried into me.
she has wiped tears off her face with me.

we have grown accustomed to each other.
i know her every supple detail.
she knows my soft, warm touch.
we know each other too well it seems.

today, she carried me to the sink.
the water started.
the wrath of liquid poured out
and filled to the brim.

i did not expect her to do this.
i know we loved each other.

she told me so much about her life
even though i couldnt talk back.
i was stuck inside myself
so even my own thoughts couldnt escape.

i was a washcloth

i submerged into the liquid
and it surrounded me
and soaked into me
and burned every part of me

and i didnt want to think about it
how she put me here
and if i was just a ******* washcloth
i’d still be on the shelf

but i was still her washcloth.


the liquid became a part of me
it absorbed so deep
and it was just liquid
but it was also what it meant

it was the joy
it was the hate
it was the beginning and the end
it was the concept of life

and it was swirling around me and immersing itself
into thoughts i didnt even know i had
she plunged me deeper
and made it perhaps
lethal

because i didnt know i was just a washcloth

but then the worst part came

the part where she just left

the part where i was left out to dry
except i was still engulfed in misery
the part where she could have rerisen me
and wrung me out like i was a washcloth

was i meant to drown like this
by this girl that picked me up off the shelf
was i better than the other washcloths
or was it just because i was there

so i sat there drowning in the water
and i wanted to scream
and i wanted to cry the liquid out of myself
but i was a washcloth soaking in water

i wanted to look up out of the sink
and see shining fluorescence
but i couldnt see
because i'm just a washcloth

instead i made my own light
i got closer
and i saw it all go by

the shelf

the girl

the sink

and one last time
the light
 Dec 2017 Andrea Olmos
She Writes
Your lips tell the simplest of lies
How much you love me
I’m beautiful in your eyes
How gullible can one be

I’ve forgiven before
I’ll forgive again
always coming back for more
Perhaps I live for the pain

Why can’t I just say no
Pack up my things
Finally let go
Stretch out my wings

My brain tells the simplest of lies
I need you, without you I’ll die

T.E.
 Dec 2017 Andrea Olmos
Jey Blu
Always message me if you ever need anything, advice, a friend, someone to rant to, anything at all, please message me!!
I've been through a lot of stuff so I'll be able to help you with a lot of stuff.
I will usually answer very quickly, within a few minutes.
I love all of you, even if I've never met you or read your poems <3
Message me anytime
 Dec 2017 Andrea Olmos
Mister J
I quit
I quit this mediocrity called Life
This existence filled with paradoxes
This life which lacks any form of happiness
These days that are filled with suffering

I quit
I quit this depression that eats me
This sadness that has long plagued me
This hatred that drives my every day
This angst that hovers over my head

I quit
I quit this stupid blaming game
Where I never took an ounce of responsibility
Where I hide behind flawed reasoning
Where I let my flowery tongue do my ***** work

I quit
I quit this pursuit of temporary happiness
Where I let Chance give or take control of me
Where I blindly wait for fruitless promises
Where I let this unfair Life give me anxieties

I QUIT
I QUIT THIS STUPID GAME
I QUIT FROM EVERYTHING THAT CONTROLS ME
From now on I am master of my fate
I am the captain of my ship
I alone pursue what I want
and not let anything come by chance
I will take responsibility for my actions
and take all the blame for my iniquities
I will not let anxiety take hold of me
and free my mind from all negativity
I will give up the pursuit of false joy
and in exchange pursue true wisdom
That this life is not as complicated
as what I thought it was.
That this life is just a simple struggle
and will only yield to those who are strong
Strong in mind and heart
Those willing to recognize and accept all weaknesses
and to change and convert them to strength

Whoever sits upon Heaven's Throne
Give me the courage to resign from this "Life"
and give me the strength and will
To start the change that I always wanted in me
Been thinking deeply these past few days.
I found myself at a crossroad in Life
I always thought of "quitting"
just be free from all of this madness

Now I found a new resolve to pursue my dreams
The real dreams that always hid behind the fallacies
I'm ready now and this time..

...
I won't quit.
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