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 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
Unsung
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
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fes-
tooned
against the
canvas of night
•your efforts would
reach but it's just too far•you twinkle the hardest...despite•
being crowded by the other stars•at times i see you
faltering dim•you fight to conserve what
fuel you've left to burn•as you
feel the encroaching void from uni-
verse's rim•keep    twinkling for only
time...will                                  tell what's
left t-                                                  o learn•
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You're all stars in my eyes...

Concrete Poem 25 of 30

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 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
svdgrl
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
And I've really been all of the things that are outside of me.
I ask you a thousand times,
why did you commit this crime?
I don't let anyone else know...
that I feel anything short of fine.
I know you're with her when I call.
I know there's no point in this at all.
I feel you punch me in my sleep-
I feel you watch me as I weep.
Why do I want to go back to this?
I am such a *******.
I am such a *******.
You are just an apologist.
Your lies they sound like sweet release.
They take me by my wrist and squeeze.
I think about them when I am one.
I know it's done.
Pick up your phone.
I keep screaming I'm not alone.
I'm not alone.
I'm not alone.
I want to believe you down to my bones.
You won't pick up.
I know it's done.
I think about you when I am one.
I'm no stranger
to tears in my palms.
I'll smile when I have become calm.
The dial tone.
It is a sign.
That I'm on my way to feeling fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
I feel fine.
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
It's too late to stop now,
and far too early to start over.
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
svdgrl
I miss loving you-
because I know you did not love me
and my love was all that kept us alive.
I'm going to pretend we are dead and gone,
so that this new me can learn to thrive.
I'll mourn at our gravestone, until I can't anymore.
Take all the stops and write you **** poetry.
Find the dead flowers you've left in your trash.
I won't take our last name off of your door.
I still sleep on the right side of the bed,
and search for your toes.
I search for your snores.
How do you block someone from your head?
You were good at it.
Or at least it looked like it.
Your fingers moved quickly,
deleted and removed,
deceived and disproved.
Rubbed ******* over your heart.
You never looked at me when I cried.
You just asked me why.
Called me pathetic.
Told me to die.
You knew I'd never know.
That you just cheated on me...
You just cheated on me.
You knew I'd never know,
you forgot about me.
Forgot about us.
I can't forget.
But I know I am so much bigger than what we were.
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
Pluck
If you walk in my room you'll see candles, flames burning next bibles.  
An accurate symbolization of my life, destruction so close to survival .
They say that the messiah is coming, will you run to or from at the sight of his arrival?  
Our people have become so obsessed with being out front they've forgotten, to lead you must first be a disciple.
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
Pluck
What if what you feared was always here?
Pain must be felt once it's there.
Where will you run to if there's only one where?
We try so heavily to avoid the inevitable because we're scared.
To embrace is to defeat, to conquer and adhere.
The cure to death is to live, the cure to hurt is to feel, to trust like the cuts were never there.
I know the pain & the failure, can make ****** minutes & depressing seconds feel like years.
We must stop hiding & open our vision to a world where we're encased in our fears.
I shall walk by Faith and not by sight with Belief in my tears and hope in my ears.
We are awake when everyday we see our fears.
I see hell everywhere.

Caution, not perfection. Caring, considerate, there's so much kindness we're meant to live out.
Imagine if we had to feel all the pain we give out.
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