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Nov 2014 · 225
9:40 pm, 8/18/14
me gs Nov 2014
A resting house, it
Has an ethereal touch
Full, but quiet... empty
Almost like a mausoleum

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Nov 2014 · 474
9:35 pm, 8/18/14
me gs Nov 2014
Lazy summer nights
Songs softly playing,
Hazy eyes flickering,
A laugh here, a touch there
Slow affection spreading,
Like the warmth from hot chocolate on a fall morning

How fitting,
This reminds me of fall,
And falling is what I'm doing

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Nov 2014 · 168
12:30 am, 8/18/14
me gs Nov 2014
I've been in bed for two hours now
And I still can't sleep and
No matter where my thoughts drift they
Always come back to you and
How we fit together so ****
Well and I just really
Think that I'd sleep much better with you here but
Sadly, that's not the case so I guess I'll just
Lay here and dream of your stomach and soft
Lines and hope to god that you're thinking of me
Too because I haven't seen you in more than a
Month and we've barely talked in weeks but
Somehow I can't get you out of my head and
Really,
I either want you or
Silence




But most of all
I just
Really I just want to sleep

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i reallly really really like this one
Nov 2014 · 342
11:00 pm, 8/15/14
me gs Nov 2014
A falling raindrop,
It plummets past the treetops,
Hellbent on its doom

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Nov 2014 · 346
1:22 am, 8/11/14
me gs Nov 2014
I've always wanted to go to church
Not a hoity-toity one,
Where you have to wear clothes so starched you can't breathe
But one on the beach,
Where you can feel the rising sun
And the sand between your toes
And smell the salt air
And the pastor preaches love,
Spinning tales about birds and bees and trees,
And how our Creator love us, No Matter What

I just want a church of love, not hate
Where everyone is equal
And everyone is loved.

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Nov 2014 · 247
1:09 am, 8/11/14
me gs Nov 2014
A lone, mournful loon
Oh, how it cries, how it cries!
But why does it cry?

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Nov 2014 · 228
1:07 am, 8/11/14
me gs Nov 2014
I cannot count it
How much I've almost grasped it
And it just -slip- away

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love
im talking about love
Nov 2014 · 232
1:06 am, 8/11/14
me gs Nov 2014
What we are here for
We are never born with it
Instead, we must search for it

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Nov 2014 · 204
1:04 am, 8/12/14
me gs Nov 2014
The darkness seeps in
Enveloping me in black
I am so alone

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Nov 2014 · 190
12:05 am, 8/11/14
me gs Nov 2014
The trees dance softly
Swaying in the earnest wind
I can only watch

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Nov 2014 · 243
9:54 pm, 8/6/14
me gs Nov 2014
Missed opportunities are, perhaps,
what haunts me the most
Just thinking about how different things could be,
If I had done one thing differently

I hate regrets,
And I torture myself with What Could Have Been

It's like being sucker punched with brass knuckles
And it makes me nauseous

I hate regrets.

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Nov 2014 · 297
1:04 am, 8/4/14
me gs Nov 2014
We may not talk a lot,
But I just want you to know,
That you are,
Always
Tucked away in the back of my heart
In a small, cozy room,
With a fireplace and a comfy armchair

You and safe and happy in my heart
I can only hope you are like that out of it

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Nov 2014 · 284
1:14 am, 8/3/14
me gs Nov 2014
Don't use god as an excuse for laziness,
God isn't gonna hand you ****
Life is what
You
Make of it,
So that means that, sadly,
God won't give you everything you want

Work for that ****.
Humans are capable of some pretty amazing things.

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Sep 2014 · 232
11:22 pm, 7/14/14
me gs Sep 2014
I loathe writing poems on the computer
It's so... impersonal
With pen, it's so much more intimate
You can really get a better image of the writer at the time they wrote the poem
And, ah!
The swoop of the pen,
The way the ink trails across the paper,
It's a seduction unlike any other

And I love it so.
So, if the day comes that I can no longer write,
Just **** me,
Cause I'm already dead

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Sep 2014 · 319
11:07 pm, 7/14/14
me gs Sep 2014
My mind, it wanders
And I,
I don't really control it,
But it just sort of -
tip-top-tips
Away
Into the darkness that, sadly, is my brain
And I,
I haven't quite mastered the art of
Bringing It Back
And I surely don't have a leash for it
So I just let it wander
And do what it wants
Because,
Really,
Who am I to deny my thoughts the Simple Pleasure
Of wandering freely
I've never been so fortunate, myself

The mind is a lovely thing,
And, oh,
How it boggles!

My thoughts are very... Freefloating
Compared to me

Funny how that works, isn't it?

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i skipped a couple poems bc they were v bad and not at all something i would write if i wasnt sleep deprived
Sep 2014 · 248
10:51 pm, 7/14/14
me gs Sep 2014
I never realize it till it's dark
But I am so ****** up
Am I so proud that it kills me to ask for help?
Am I so proud that when someone offers to buy me something -
I'll say no without a second thought, even
If it was something I desperately wanted?
I can barely ask for help on something as simple as a math problem.
I didn't tell my closest friend about my depression -
I didn't want to bother her with my problems,
Even though she had depression too,
And knew exactly what I was going through

Look -
My point is,
I need someone.
Someone to take care of me,
Even when I'm too proud for my own good

Someone,
Anyone.
I just want someone to see through my *******

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i was supes tired and sad and it was late when i wrote this im not like this like ever
Sep 2014 · 245
5:55 am, 6/30/14
me gs Sep 2014
Everything's simpler in the early morning sun
...Less worries, no troubles,
Nothing but you and the rising sun,
Casting its sleepy glow over the trees and water

The flowers are dancing to the beat of the wind
And the coolness of the night,
It's leaving quietly,
With grace and simple love
To welcome in the coming heat like a familiar lover

I am struck by the symbiosis of nature
Everything works together,
Familiar with all that will come
Doing a dance invented millenia ago

And here am I,
In the thick of it all,
Blundering my way through life
All the while wishing I had half the grace of the swaying leaves

I wish I could dance,
But sadly I possess the grace of a baby duck,
Still Learning To Walk

Maybe the roses and ferns can teach me their dance
It seems quite nice.

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i stayed up all night and watched the sun rise it was v nice :)
Sep 2014 · 220
11:03 pm, 6/25/14
me gs Sep 2014
"Perfect endings are best left to books and ballads anyways"

While I'd much like a perfect ending for you and I
I'd happily settle for a mediocre one,
Or even
one at all

I want you
In whatever way I can
Honestly,
I'm desperate
I'm an emaciated hound,
Begging for scraps at your table
But all I've gotten
Is a kick,
Leaving me hurt and more hungry than ever

I always seem to be starving,
You know
I wonder what it's be like to feel full

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Aug 2014 · 229
8:25 pm, 6/25/14
me gs Aug 2014
I know a lot of words
24,500, approximately
(I took a test)
And what the test said was this:
"Only say yes
To a word
If you know the definition"
And, well,
I,
I know a lot of words, truly,
I do.
But...
Not a lot of definitions
Words are feelings for me,
Movements, gestures, sounds, colors,
Nerve endings firing, muscles tightening,
Pictures.

I don't know definitions of words
I just feel them in my gut
Maybe that's why I write so bad
I feel, I don't
Think

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Aug 2014 · 323
10:01 pm, 6/11/14
me gs Aug 2014
I'm just a stupid, silly girl
Who doesn't know how or when
To keep her feelings in check

My smile is so fragile
I'm surprised I haven't shattered my teeth yet
With how much I clench my jaw

And my back, oh,
How it aches
From picking others up all the time,
But,
Never being offered the courtesy back
(Maybe that's what happens when you're six foot one and 175 pounds)

Maybe I should've been a short girl
Sometimes I think people forget I'm
A Real Person
And that I have feelings and thoughts too
I don't just play basketball and fix others

I think I'm just in need of someone
Who will actually see me
And return my love
And know that I'm more than how I look and say I am

I'm just tired, you know?
And my back hurts.

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Aug 2014 · 318
10:41 pm, 6/8/14
me gs Aug 2014
We're just friends
I mean,
sure,
Maybe I wanna kiss her when she wakes
Up
And maybe I wanna make her breakfast
And drag my fingers across her skin
And kiss her freckles, all of them
But
We're just
FRIENDS

.

Rule Number One:
Never Fall For a Straight Girl

Broken that rule
How many times now?

I should know better

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Aug 2014 · 265
6:47 pm, 6/1/14
me gs Aug 2014
They say you fall in love an average of eight times
Before you find one that
sticks
I'm only seventeen years old
And I'm on my way to my fifth
So my question is this
Does it count
If they never loved you back?
Or even knew?
Because,
At this rate,
I'm gonna find one that sticks
And they'll never even know
So,
If that's really true,
Then I'd like to turn off my heart,
Please.
It's really quite unhelpful
And I don't want it anymore

Please

I'm begging you

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Aug 2014 · 304
7:31 pm, 5/31/14
me gs Aug 2014
I think you must have
Painted yourself
On the inside of my
Eyelids
Because when
I close my
Eyes, eyes, eyes
You're all that
I can see
And how can I
Ever hope
To escape
You
When you're stuck
In my brain
Latched,
Latched on,
Like a magnet
You've pinned me
Down
And I can't get
Away
From you
So, please,
Either set me
Free, or just
**** me
I can't take
Anymore of this

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Aug 2014 · 223
11:27 am, 5/30/14
me gs Aug 2014
The sun beats down on the new leaves
The leaves,
They are:
Fresh,
Tiny,
Fragile,
And so green my eyes hurt to look at them
The world is exploding
Exploding with new life
And, here, witnessing it all,
Stand I,
A mere pawn in this game


The sky, bluer than the sea
The trees, greener than a jealous man,
The sun, brighter than the twinkle in your eyes
I can do nothing except sit here and witness it
And I couldn't care less

If this is all there was to life,
I would be quite content

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i actually like the 2nd and 3rd stanzas a lottttt
Aug 2014 · 220
9:46 pm, 5/21/14
me gs Aug 2014
I mean, sure, I'm not the best at math
And I don't always make all my shots
Sure, I forget things sometimes
(A lot)
But one thing I am good at
Is loving people who don't love me back
My life is just a
Series of Unfortunate Events
of the heart

...

I honestly don't know why I'm surprised anymore
I've given away my heart so many times
I'm surprised I still have it

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the only part of this i like is the last 2 lines the rest is utter crap im so sick of my poor me **** ugh
Aug 2014 · 206
8:03 am, 5/10/14
me gs Aug 2014
With these words in my throat
And a pen in my hand
There's not much else to do,
Except
To spill it all out on here,
Hoping,
Wishing,
Wanting, dare I say,
To gain some semblance of understanding
Of myself

How ridiculous is it,
That I can't even figure myself out in my own head?
Maybe it's because there's too many thoughts flying around,
Pinging around my skull,
Clouding my thoughts

So the only way to understand it all,
Is to throw some of my **** on these pages
And hope some of it sticks

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Aug 2014 · 263
7:58 am, 5/10/14
me gs Aug 2014
I write a lot about the sun
I suppose it's my god, in a way
Some people worship Jesus, some Allah,
But me,
I am a person of the sun and its life-giving rays
For me,
The sun stands for:
Hope, change, love, life...
All
It's a symbol of my rebirth
And how life,
It goes on,
No matter how dark and bleak it gets
I'm eternally grateful for the sun

My Sun

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Aug 2014 · 234
7:53 am, 5/10/14
me gs Aug 2014
A nervous energy fills my body
Anticipating, perhaps,
What I'll have to do in short time,
Dodging, flying,
Flinging, kicking,
Myself all over the field
I've done this many times before,
With the sleepy morning sun in my eyes,
Or warming my back with its rays,
In a quiet moment,
I can see the dust motes floating through the air
They give the game,
Almost,
An ethereal quality
As if the shouting and noises
Are nothing more than ghosts from games past,
And us, the players,
Are simply floating along in teh ether,
Looking for something

Regardless,
The game is coming,
And I,
I am ready

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this is about soccer ****
i don't really like this one
Aug 2014 · 210
3:17 pm, 4/30/14
me gs Aug 2014
The pounding of my heartbeat in my ears
It throbs like the beat of a song
Slow, slow,
Then fast,
So fast I couldn't dance to it even if I tried,
So fast I think my hear will explode
If I'm not careful
And as we all know,
One has to be careful with one's heart
Considering it runs our entire being,
One would think they wouldn't be so..
Fragile
Fragile as a newborn baby's skull,
Fragile like the glass in a china cabinet

That's life, though
Fragile, but beautiful
Maybe that's what makes it so pretty
The notion that,
At any moment,
It could all come crashing Down,
Crumbling like bones in the wind

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me gs Aug 2014
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON LIVING
WHEN YOU'RE THE FIRST AND LAST THING
I THINK OF EVERY DAY

AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BREATHE
WHEN ALL I WANT TO INHALE IS YOUR SCENT

****
**** **** ****
**** ****

YOUR LIPS ARE ALL I DREAM ABOUT

ADN I THINK I'M WASTING AWAY
FOR WHAT IS FOOD
WHEN ALL I WANT TO EAT IS YOU

SEE, I CAN'T EVEN SPELL RIGHT
AND MAYBE THAT'S JUST MY CONCUSSION

BUT YOU'RE PUSHING OUT
EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY BRAIN

YOU'RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT
AND I'M SLOWLY LOSING MY WILL TO

LIVE

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i actually like this one a lot
Jun 2014 · 274
8:54 am, 4/26/14
me gs Jun 2014
Junior Prom
For me, it's a time of sad excitement
Because,
While other girls have their boyfriend
And their night is going to be a
Fairytale
I'm going to be dancing my heart away,
Wishing it was dancing next to yours
You've got me crazy, girl
And sure,
Boys are nice and all,
But
They really don't compare
To
You

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Jun 2014 · 309
7:20 am, 4/25/14
me gs Jun 2014
Some people go to church
I go to Tettegouche

With the trees as my church,
Rocks, my pews,
And the multitude of stars as my altar,
I prostrate myself on the mossy ground
Praying to the wind
To please, Keep Me Whole
And as I sit and gape,
Gape up at the stars,
Crack-
Something in me twists,
And I feel the emptiness
Pouring out of me,
Only to be replaced by What will Be
And I Know
I am here
I am whole
And life has Never Been So Good

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Jun 2014 · 2.2k
7:06 am, 4/21/14
me gs Jun 2014
The fog,
It hangs low over the forest,
Shrouding all in mystery and whiteness
I keep expecting to see:
A panther, stalking prey
Slenderman, tentacles whipping

Who knows what mysteries abound in these shrouded woods?
All I know is that I am glad
That I am on my bus,
Safe
And sound

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Jun 2014 · 227
2:19 pm, 4/20/14
me gs Jun 2014
Spring has truly come
The birds are bursting forth in rapturous song,
welcoming the sun, once and truly
People are coming into the store in shorts,
Their pale legs stark
Against the dark brown tiles
And me,
I feel,
Calm.
At peace.
the long winter,
It is over,
The dark has retreated,
And the sun -
It is all that remains,
filling my heart with unprecedented joy

I haven't' felt this alive in so long
And all because of some sun and warmth.

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Jun 2014 · 272
2:13 pm, 4/20/14
me gs Jun 2014
I've been thinking a lot lately,
About growing up
And what I know is this:
I don't want to grow old
Not
One
Bit

But

I imagine, that
Growing up
(Growing old)
Even though you're creaky,
And some things don't really work all too well
(Like they used to)
You have so much in you,
Hundreds of memories
Thousands of tidbits of knowledge
All accumulated over the years

So sure, I don't want to be old and creaky
But I don't think that I'd mind
Being full of wisdom

It'd be a nice change,
That's for **** sure

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Jun 2014 · 349
10:19 pm, 4/16/14
me gs Jun 2014
Oh heck
I think I tripped on your adorable smile
Because I just started falling
And I cannot stop

This is not good
Not at all,
No sirree

But, oh,
Your lips are more inviting
Than a dip in the lake during summer
And your off-key comments, they
Make me sigh like a besotted school girl

I guess there's not much I can do
I may as well let myself fall
Because if my heart's anything like my brain
It'll be too stubborn to stop pursuing what it wants
Like a barking dog pulling on a leash,
It's dragging me,
Unwillingly,
forward

Might as well enjoy the scenery

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oh my god i keep writing about the same **** and using the same lines im so annoyed with myself my writing is awful now. the third paragraph is the only one i like
Jun 2014 · 980
6:35 pm, 4/15/14
me gs Jun 2014
Growing up means
Watching my heroes turn human in front of me
But,
Maybe that's not such a bad thing
We're all human, truly
We're not perfect,
we never will be
So why would we,
Why should we,
Strive to be something unattainable?

I'm a human
I'm not perfect
But I don't have to be a superhuman
To be a good person

And maybe it's not a lot
But I will try my ******* best
To be...
Good.
Quite simply,
That's all I expect from myself

Be human.
Be good.
Be patient, kind, loving, understanding, and
Everything under the sun

But don't forget to be good

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Jun 2014 · 213
6:23 pm, 4/15/14
me gs Jun 2014
When I write
It's almost as if
I'm planting a garden
With mystery seeds
I have
No
Idea what I'll end up with

I start with a good first sentence
A seed, if you will
And I water it, nurture it,
Letting the words take me where they like

It doesn't always work
Sometimes I fizzle out and am left with a dead plant, brown and ugly
But
Other times,
I'm witness to a towering flower,
Bursting with color and life,
Details abounding

I am a simple garden writer,
Planting the words
With my ***** of a pen

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Jun 2014 · 228
1:14 pm, 4/13/14
me gs Jun 2014
The reason I don't talk much about you
Is that you make my heart glow so much I'm afraid to open my mouth
And let it spill out,
Spelling out my true feelings
Maybe I should learn sign language
That way nobody will know
And we can all continue on our way,
You, oblivious,
And me, burning brighter with every passing day

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Jun 2014 · 277
11:11 am, 4/12/14
me gs Jun 2014
I used to have the husk of a seed inside me,
Badly in need of water and sun
And gradually,
Over time,
I watered it
And nourished it
I turned it towards the sun

And god, life is so
Beautiful

First it sprouted,
A tiny little green head poking up through the dead dirt
And it grew
And grew
And grew

And finally,
Look at me now,
I have vines running down my legs and arms,
Sprouting flowers of all colors
Red, bright pink, gentle yellow,
And -oh,
the vines wrapped around my ribs,
Sprouting out me eyes, ears, nose, and mouth
I'm just filled with happiness
-And Life
This is life, this green feeling in my body
...Sprouting flowers, not thorns

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Jun 2014 · 202
7:22 am, 4/11/14
me gs Jun 2014
I think the reason I like using pens
Is that
They offer a sense of finality
And it's harder to change what I said

And if I make a mistake,
Well,
That's fine by me
I'm not ashamed of my mistakes
I won't hide them
I am out there for the world to see,
Mistakes and all

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Jun 2014 · 190
7:23 pm, 4/10/14
me gs Jun 2014
I mean, sure, it's a lot of work sometimes
And sure, things don't always go my way
But,
You know what?
It's so worth it

I very nearly died
I was so close to ripping myself from this world
I wanted to, I truly did

But I didn't
I held on
For dear
*******
Life
And Look Where I Am today
I've come so far
I've done so much
I put so much of myself into every  single  day
It's worth it

It truly is

Because Why do we live,
If not to watch the sunset?
Why are we here,
If it's not to feel yourself falling,
Falling in love?

We're meant to be happy, I promise
Just trust and love and you'll be ok

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Apr 2014 · 399
8:13 pm, 4/1/14
me gs Apr 2014
Dear Mrs. H,

You have taught me quite a lot:
Patience,
Unending kindness,
The power of a smile and laugh,
Faith,
Belief in someone else,
And,
Agape.
Unconditional love.
Thank you, truly
For you have shown what it means
To truly love and live life
I don't know anybody Quite Like you
And I'm quite certain I don't want to
You are a one-of-a-kind
And I am truly grateful for you

Thank you.

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129 poems, if my counting is correct. :)
Apr 2014 · 309
8:09 pm, 4/1/14
me gs Apr 2014
Two pages left
I want to make it special
I've put a lot of myself in here
Healing, venting, stitching old wounds

This unassuming little book holds the best and the worst of me
(But mostly the worst)

I,
I have fought
I have struggled for five years
And I almost gave up
But I didn't.
So,
Look Where I Am Now
My life is a rollercoaster,
And I'm simply going up

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Apr 2014 · 169
7:53 pm, 4/1/14
me gs Apr 2014
I truly believe that every day is a chance
And we all have a choice,
We have to choose what we are going to make with this blessing of a day
I am so fortunate
To be where I am today
And I have worked so hard
To be the person that I am
You cannot imagine
The depths of my gratitude
So don't you sit there and ***** and moan about your life
You get what you get.
Simple as that
Now it's up to you to decide what you'll do with it

You have the power to do anything,
If only you try.

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Apr 2014 · 230
11:54 pm, 3/10/14
me gs Apr 2014
My room smells like springtime and I've never felt more alive

It smells like melting snow,
The first chirp of birds,
Heavy, brown earth peeking up at the sun,
Patchy grass that's finally breathing,
A shy Sun that wants to spread warmth,
And hope.

Hope that It Will Get Better
And we will Make It So

I feel I'm coming alive with the trees

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Apr 2014 · 210
11:27 pm, 3/10/14
me gs Apr 2014
I'm up much too late
And I think I tore my heart a bit

It's nice, though
The fuzziness that comes with it
Almost like I'm drunk
If I'm lucky,
Maybe I'll forget you

But your touches are like burns on my flesh,
And I cannot scrub them off,
No matter how hard I try

I either need stronger soap or stronger liquor
And I don't know which.

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Apr 2014 · 190
11:11 pm, 3/10/14
me gs Apr 2014
Where does the darkness go when it leaves us?
Does it stick in the walls, for another family to have, years or decades down the line?
Do we compress it and hide it deep down inside us?
Or do we transfer it to other people,
Hoping they can make the best of the worst of us?

Because if so,
Then I'm sorry
I didn't mean to




I think I apologize too much

...Sorry                                                                (****)

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Apr 2014 · 192
11:06 pm, 3/10/14
me gs Apr 2014
Sometimes I wish I would break
All over again
So I could sew myself back together

Sometimes I miss depression
I don't know how to explain it except this:
It was such a familiar sadness

Sometimes I think I'm crazy,
Wishing for what I'll never have again..
Or at all

Sometimes I think I'm more than human
How many other people can Write Like This?

Sometimes...

Sometimes I think I'm crazy

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Apr 2014 · 209
11:00 pm, 3/10/14
me gs Apr 2014
Sometimes when I see you I can't even breathe
And I don't mean figuratively
Sometimes when I see you turn a corner it's like someone walked up to me and punched me in the gut and I just
Can't.
Breathe.
And sometimes when I see you I trip

I swear
You are a goddess
And I am not worthy

I have dreams about you, you know
Your eyes, your neck, your hands, all fluttering
Like a butterfly on the wind,
Flapping its wings to the beat of my heart

Delicate
But so angry that I'm scared
I don't know how to handle you
I'm sorry

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