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Leigh Marie Mar 2016
When I was a little girl, I absolutely hated getting sandy
I’d play in the sand, sure.  But I’d squat.  I never let my legs lay in the hot grainy sand beneath me.

When I was a little girl, I would not put my stickers on paper or cards, because they were not permanent
I put them on things that would around for forever, like VHS tapes

When I was a little girl, I learned quickly to prevent myself from getting tangled in a ***** mess of disaster.
I’d go through the motions, sure.  But I’d hide.  I never let myself get fully divulged in the cold, charged whirl wind around me.

When I was a little girl, I would not expect people to stay around for long, because nothing is permanent.
I instead focused on things that would be around forever, like my piano.

I say this, dear because I need you to know, that hurt as been around as long as the sand.

You don’t have to explain, I know things will probably get a little messy.  And I do not expect you around forever.

Do not apologize, I am ready.  I expect it.  The futility of love is as confident as the growl the sea makes as it finally meets to the sand.
You crashed into me with relief.  My arms were the shore you have been looking for all this time.
Though you pulled away, and took with you small pieces of me that most would not notice to be missing.  

I say this dear, because I need for things to be this way.  Keep sweeping yourself away, but don’t forget to come soaring back.

When I was a little girl, I did not know you.
And because of this, I did not know how freeing adventure felt
I stayed guarded.
Put on my tube around my waist, and cautiously tip toed into the cold ocean.  I took care not to get my hair wet, and stayed afloat with each wave that came my way
But with you, I have learned to run in, and embrace the uncertainty of the crashing wave. My stomach turns as I am jostled around the sea. Finally gasping for air with a smile wide open ready to accept adventure, that is what makes it all worth it.

When I was a little girl, I finally felt comfort in absence.
It was nothing to be afraid of, because absence was in my control.
But presence, well that depended on both parties, and could disappear before I could even find a permanent object to stick them to.
So forgive me for being afraid that you’ll leave.
I am still searching for something to glue on our fondest memory to.

Ever since I was a little girl, I never really found the appeal of love stories
Those were science fiction to me.  Only in another world could fate work so magically and consistently.

I tell you this dear, because you are my fairytale.  Fate can be fickle, so I am grateful that she brought me to you.

I am no longer a little girl.  But I am still afraid of getting my hair wet.  I still hate wiping sand off my skin. I am still always prepared for the inevitability of forever walking away.

I tell you this dear, because I do not want you to think I am afraid of us.  You have finally made getting a little messy worth it.  But I will stay prepared for you to walk away.
her Mar 2016
I uncap my pen in sheer expectation of the thoughts that I have of you to free themselves from the confines of my mind.

I want to write you.
I want to write to you.
I want to write about you.

I think I'm ready.

God's best construction to date was the pathway that led me to you. I am so thankful for the rugged pavement turned yellow brick road that led me to the comfort of your heart made of gold.

I want to learn you.
I want to memorize you.
I want to feel you.

I think I'm ready.

At your peak, you are grace. Full of forgiveness and mercy. At your plateau you are love, consistent and steady.

I want to hold you.
I want to know you.
I want to love you.

I am ready.
Kim Elaydo Feb 2016
love when you are ready —
not when you are lonely
just a lil tip and reminder to every heart
Abby Reynolds Feb 2016
Sweat swallows my skin
Pain in my chest has burned for ten minutes straight
I cannot stop
One more
One more
One more
always one more sit up
Throw up one more time
Skip one more meal
I have loved boys with ******* addictions and girls who didn't even have the intention of remembering my name let alone be my friend
Yet, I still can't learn to love my body
As I look in the mirror
Salt soaked tears flow down my face
I pull at my skin like maybe if I pull hard enough it'll rip off
My brain is bashing against the side of my heads crying and screaming and begging me to stop
The same head tells me
I'm too heavy
Too big
Too wide
Too this
Too that
let me just say I'm ******* sick of being "too"
I'm ready to gain back my years I lost to calories
Gain back the hours of sleep I lost thinking about how much I ate
Gain back all the times I put myself down just to lose one more pound
I don't know how
But I'm through living in a world of "too"s and "one more"s
Kassidy Clayton Jan 2016
I'm done

Fighting
Trying
Fixing

I'm done

Being a cliche
Not making the cut
Being picked on

But yet here I am, doing all those things
Cliche
Cut
Picked

So I try to do as they say
And do something different

I cry instead of keeping it in
I talk instead of bottling up
I become vivid instead of shutting down

I'm done

Feeling stupid
Feeling useless
Feeling powerless

I'm done

Trapped
Pawn
Kid

I'm ready
Ready to stop taking it
Ready to take control
Ready to get out

So here I am
I'm done
I'm ready
So
I'm gone.
Eleanor Rigby Jan 2016
Just when you're ready
To hurt me,
Avoid the heart.

-- Eleanor
Swetank Modi Dec 2015
We’ve survived another 365 days of endless mayhem & crazy moments,
as we end this year with a bang, we take a look down memory lane.

We remember all the moments that changed us, bettered us, hurt us.
& regardless, we are grateful; for those have made us stronger as a whole.

Although we have a long journey to go, we continue to grow as souls.

It’s been quite a year, some moments better than others,
perhaps a balance; of all things, strange & un-expected.

Personally, it’s been one hell of a realization for me, myself & I.
I’m grateful for everything though, it helped me discover a lot
and it makes me more eager to explore what’s next to come.

And to whoever has struggled this year: we’ve made it!
I’m so proud of anyone who has struggled & yet still fought on
it’s not easy to deal with our problems, it’s endless at times
but getting through it despite it all is an accomplishment.

With each year, we learn more about ourselves as a whole,
we discover parts of us we never knew existed
as well as finding strength we never knew we had.

This year has been full of risks, anxious moments,
self-loathing, overthinking, but we still made it through.

I have a good feeling about 2016 though, it’s kind of nice.

Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone!

I hope it’s a good one for you and even if it isn’t
then just know that you’re worth so much.
I can show you the world baby,
Then destroy it just as quickly,
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Let me be your everything
It's all yours
As far as eye can see
Thing is it all ends with me
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Say your prayers tonight my love,
Rely on the person above,
To save you from what I am
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
I could hurt you if I tried
Remember today as the day you died
When I took you apart
Piece by piece by piece
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
S Nov 2015
Today I'm feeling inspired
Ready to write what I've been too scared to say
To let my keyboard take it away
My fingers dance over the letters
Fighting to find how to say what has to be said
Fighting to find a way to speak what has never been spoken
To break down the walls that hold me back
The chains that hold me down
To open the door to the cage that has kept me captive
For so long
Today is the day I start over
And leave my pain behind
Today is the day when I finally show my true colors
Hello, my name is Sophie
And I'm done hiding
Autumn Whipple Oct 2015
i dreamed of a blanket
a park
sunlight dappled your face.
i dreamed of me and you
sharing the same space.
i dreamed of leaning in
a sweet second kiss
and laughing and turning
to the children i'd wished
i dreamed of touching the stubble
the glasses
and say
i love you
i love.. you
but i  woke up
and the dream faded away
uuggh im sorry back to love poetry
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