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I have so much self hate But  I am so vulnerable  But I just  When I cry  I just Can't  But I cry too much  Can't Seem  So I think  Seem To  That I may just  To Evict  Give up  Evict It all  One day  It all Maybe it will consume all of me.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
NYPC #29 (Confusing, I know)
Bread and butter Bones and blood Air and water Life.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
NYPC #16
Last Monday Today I cut And out of that cut, A beautiful dragon arose And from that dragon's mouth, A single word dripped out Hope A new hope filled my veins And it made me set down the blade I gently washed off the dragon, His words still echoing in my mind And I let that hope flourish Let hope spread, Like a butterfly's wings
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
NYPC #27
Rhyming in a scheme You should totally try it It is not as easy as it may seem Like finding a shoe that fits Rhyming cannot be implied It cannot be faked It must be applied It is like a good steak A rhyme a day Or is it an apple? Will keep the lame away But do not grapple For it is rhyme time Time to rhyme
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
NYPC #26
We are the "minority" We are the "weird ones" We are the "crazy people" We are the "Oh, they should be locked up!" We are the "Honey, let's go somewhere else. SHE is here." We are the light                     in an otherwise dark world We are the color                     in an otherwise grey world We are the art                     in an otherwise lame world We are the curves                     in an otherwise straight world We are the poets of the world
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
NYPC #25
You're creeping up on me, Sneaking up on me. Trying to scare me, to scar me. Hand me those blades, Take my food And throw it away. But you can't fool me. Nor can you trick me. You won't win, No, depression, You won't win. Not this time. Not this time.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
NYPC #24
I was just a child, but that seemed to be enough We sat in the front of your car As you drove us to Hell Oblivious to all the **** to come
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
NYPC #23
Your love Was special And so perfect But I guess Special And perfect Weren't enough
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
NYPC #22
You seemed so amazing But I only got a taste I am sorry for ever trying I am sorry for ever pushing You felt so amazing With all your numbing qualities You were always there to save me You were always there to hold me But now I see you were setting me up for failure But that is okay now I know I shouldn't, but I forgive you I know I shouldn't, but I still love you
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
NYPC #21
It was just another day We were going to worship and pray. We didn't know that we were prey. In God's own house- Sacred house- We were just nine. Nine people. Nine families. Nine Deaths. Shot and killed like fish in a pond, Not a single chance to escape.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
NYPC #20
Top ten reasons I don't like spiders and you shouldn't like them either 10) They are eight legged legos on the floor 9) They crawl around like spider plants 8) They make the walls have eyes 7) Spiders are EVERYWHERE 6) There are 34,000 DISCOVERED species 5) They are small- they can get anywhere 4) They can sneak up on you 3) Some of them jump!! 2) Spiders are lethal! 1) Spiders Plot Ingenious ********** Extravaganzas Rudely Top reason to enjoy killing spiders 1) If I hurt one I wouldn't have to make amends
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
NYPC #19
The fringe of my pillow Makes me cringe quite oddly As it reminds me of our night out I singed my hair Only to binge on Netflix In the dark with you I unhinged when you left Because you left for Vinje...without me!
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
NYPC #18
You told me I was free, Yet, when I ran, You put me in a cage.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
NYPC #17
We had fun, Throwing rocks at every beach we stopped at. Kids yelling, throwing sand. Little baby boys screaming, Face-planting the sand... Beach to beach Pebbles and stones Into the water Until there was one, With rocks not for throwing, But for stacking. Not destroying, But building.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
NYPC #15
Dear Father, You were so great to me... You fed me, clothed me and loved me. You took me on bike rides and walks. We chased the ice cream truck, Just to get my favorite spongebob treat. We were a team. You chased my demons away, only to become them. Now we are screaming at each other, Kicking and hitting. You choked me, and I couldn't breathe. I accused you of it, You denied it. We don't ever talk, and it kills me. Can't we just swallow our pride? Buy some band aids And patch up our broken hearts? I love you, I miss you. Sincerely, Your Heart Broken Daughter That Needs Her Dad
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
NYPC #14
You made me this This bird with broken wings You took away my voice And my ability to sing
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
NYPC #13
Borders Segregation and isolation Exclusion and division Those who are different Are thrown in a category Do you have money? Come over here. Do you do drugs? Go over there.
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
NYPC #11
I think I love him                                                             But he won't love you He makes me so giddy                                                             He has to hate you But he says he loves me                                                             He is lying No, he can't be                                                             Oh, but he is Everything is so passionate though                                                             To YOU it is To HIM is is. He said so.                                                             He thinks you are ugly I know I am ugly                                                             He thinks you are fat No! He wants me to eat more                                                             Because he needs a reason to leave. But he hates it when I starve                                                             *"You are a fat ***** Bye"* He would never call me a *****                                                             How do you know? Because we talk!                                                             About serious things? No...                                                             See what I am saying? Yeah, but--                                                             No buts. He hates you.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
NYPC #10
I think I love him                                                             But he won't love you He makes me so giddy                                                             He has to hate you But he says he loves me                                                             He is lying No, he can't be                                                             Oh, but he is Everything is so passionate though                                                             To YOU it is To HIM is is. He said so.                                                             He thinks you are ugly I know I am ugly                                                             He thinks you are fat No! He wants me to eat more                                                             Because he needs a reason to leave. But he hates it when I starve                                                             *"You are a fat ***** Bye"* He would never call me a *****                                                             How do you know? Because we talk!                                                             About serious things? No...                                                             See what I am saying? Yeah, but--                                                             No buts. He hates you.
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Play ball! It is in your court will you aim for me or try to trick me? My heart is in your hands and you need to decide what to do with it.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
NYPC #9
How to be a great tweaker 1) Go get some drugs 2) Don't take them yet 3) Go get some tweaker friends 4) Go get some snacks and take a shower 5) Put on clean clothes 6) Go to a tweaker friend 7) Give them the drugs 8) Walk over to a light post 9) Give it one dollar 10) Go eat that food THE END.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
NYPC #8
On my way to recovery I hit bumps I crossed chasms I defeated my monsters as they defeated me I took two steps forward and three steps back but recovery isn't always positive. I have spent my fair share of crying of drinking of hating Hating me Hating my family Hating my decisions but I can see the finish line There is just one more leap but it is my biggest. Apologizing and forgiving I hope that one day soon I can do just that. But until then, I will take a water break.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
NYPC #7
Macaroni and cheese, It will never cook for me, It is a pimple on the face of humanity The water is too watery, The fire is too firey The cheese is never too cheesy Macaroni is the goal that I can never reach It is the bird that will not screech I think I want some peach. Peach cobbler Always such a blunder… Are you overcooked-- or under?
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
NYPC #6
Kiss me, love me, Don't leave me. Hold me tight, Be my light, Cuz you're so bright!
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
NYPC #5
The full moon haunts me, it only reminds me of those nights: The nights that I would sit by my bed, doors locked and window drapes open. I would hold the box cutter in one hand and the codeine in the other. The tears would roll down my face. The screaming downstairs never stopping. Wait. It stopped. Now there is sobbing and there are sirens. But the sirens aren't for me, they belong to the poor woman downstairs. She obviously didn't see the icicles outside, with their cold warnings. Or the man on his porch, preaching the devil to all that entered my house. Silly girl, the man on the moon isn't as kind as he seems. He loves to come out for death, and death only.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
NYPC #4
My life, My future, My world. What does my future hold? He will be there, holding my hand as we walk to the park. He will be there, meeting my mom and step-dad for the first time. He will be there, cradling me as I cry about the loss of my dad. He will stand, at that isle thinking about how beautiful I am. He will stand, right by my bed feeding me chicken noodle soup. He will stand, at the desk and fill out paperwork to adopt our first child. He will hold my hand, love me as I love him, and he WILL be my future.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
NYPC #3