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"beeen" poems
Frre from the stress that has you depressed. Free from the distraction that keeps you disconnected. Similar to those held down. Once freedom is achieved. Your whole world feels turned around. Unlike the emancipation proclaimation. Which was just a signed symbolic act. You afraid to move willingly. Until your proposal is met. Not afraid of reprisal from your enemies. Because your freedom was achieved by your own reasonings. Others lives according to fear. But you convinced with truth that in some ways you're not affected. The Emancipation Proclaimation passage. Has beeen everlasting concerning freedom for some. While others were held in ******* To be free. Means you move according to your rules. As long as the decisions affects only you. Not one to be hunted because others refuses to accepts truth.
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 9:09 AM UTC
Emancipation Proclaimation
Sometime i cry, cry because im in this long confusing process of trying to figure out who i am and what i wanna do with my life. I cry because im constantly putting myself down I cry because my mom does it ten times more than me I cry because i feel like im not good enough for anyone i cry because i just wantt to be the reason for my moms smile even though shes the reason for my tears. I cry because ive beeen obsessed with popularity, and being accepted because i some how feel it will substitute for the love i dont get from my mom I cry because i want to come home once in my life and be welcomed with a hug and kiss I cry because i swear no one understands I cry because i try to be stong, but i feel so weak, ugly, worthless bcuz thts what im told on a daily basis by the one who gave me life. I cry because i feel so broken and empty inside. I cry because i try to comfort myself; i say 'things could be worse' but i only cry more because the thought of someone going through something worse than what i am breaks my heart. i just wish i could take away everyone's pain. tell everyone their beautiful in their own way and to never let anyone tell them different. tell them what I need to hear, I cry, I cry for those people...
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
I Cry Sometimes
I love it When you Kiss me And everyone Is watching Because your Not afraid To be seen With me.                                                                                                                                                                                 I love it when you hug me                                                                                                                                                                                 Like it's beeen years                                                                                                                                                                                 Since you've seen me                                                                                                                                                                                 So warm and wrapped tight. I love it When you Tell me you love me Because I feel the vulnerbility in you As well as myself And when I reply You almost always Hug me And then kiss me.                                                                                                                                                                                                           I simply cannot determine                                                                                                    What it is that I love more                                                                                                      The way you hold me                                                                                                       The way you kiss me                                                                                                       The way you love me                                                                                                        But it's okay because                                                                                                        At the end of the day                                                                                                             I love it all.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Love Love Love Love Love Love
I love it When you Kiss me And everyone Is watching Because your Not afraid To be seen With me.                                                                                                                                                                                 I love it when you hug me                                                                                                                                                                                 Like it's beeen years                                                                                                                                                                                 Since you've seen me                                                                                                                                                                                 So warm and wrapped tight. I love it When you Tell me you love me Because I feel the vulnerbility in you As well as myself And when I reply You almost always Hug me And then kiss me.                                                                                                                                                                                                           I simply cannot determine                                                                                                    What it is that I love more                                                                                                      The way you hold me                                                                                                       The way you kiss me                                                                                                       The way you love me                                                                                                        But it's okay because                                                                                                        At the end of the day                                                                                                             I love it all.
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Imagine how much larger cities were Back when you had to walk through them Walls and pathways unraveling Roofs chewing through the skies It would be the only one you'd see You wouldn't see it all And thousands faces everyday Thousands of doors going their way And milions of windows Which would see the world once a day To each their tired strident noise To each their tiny room You would carve your street through your feet And you would know what its name means Remember what some walls meant Or what some would be trying to Many great things you'd like to see Were simply built for you to see By people who died long ago But meant to show you some nice things To live around and die under They wouldn't have bothered If they didn't think you'd be there Walls seem to stand against the seas Of leaves , water, or flying sand While signs would tell you where you are And tell you where to go All around arms dance through the air, try Looking for somewhere new to build A place where you could have beeen born And see what can be done In that place where grandparents played Where many grandkids would Under a flag that stood so close Soon serenity will prevail And sky begins to lose its grip On former people's houses Gently sinking into the past Some chiseled bricks Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves As forgotten as you were already long ago Then nobody more would know Please do something Because I haven't seen Venice yet
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Save Venice
I'm not writing anymore As much as I'm Watching in helpless wonder As the words Fall out from my fingertips As my heart flys Off towards the songs Of her voice And I find myself Hypnotized by her picture Framing her perfect Endless Ocean Eyes And would the effect have beeen the same Had we meet After one too many Or spilled each others coffees In a crowded café If I held her hand on a late night walk Instead of this longing To know her touch Instead of dreaming of what could be If not for the ocean And time And distance Would I have been too shy To say word Had she danced or chanced Before me... I know I would have froze And quitely walked away Never to say a thing But maybe one day Write of the regret For the dream that I let Waltz right past And never took the chance... I cannot explain Or dare question fate Of the why All I can do is watch As the words fall out And helplessly stare At her eyes Perfect in their frame
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Helplessly
wut wut've u beeen?weight, wait waitin 4 u been(the mouth (the hair the fingers)(inside the )tuchin the touching inside you the way quick quivers jostle in your wet wet?) U been waiting for hands(4hands )on your neck in your mouth in your mouth's been waiting 4 sum fingers 4 sum lick spit fingers (your mouth: sum wut's been weighting 4 sum. Wut?
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Untitled
Well to start my names Chloe Elizabethh Williams. I'm 14.. I live in Kansas. I'm an emotional person and don't like very many people. I get upset easily. I only have like 2 friends... One if them is my best friend Savanna. She's been there through it all.. I've beeen through a lot in a little amount of time. My birthday is December 4th.. I love sad quotes and sad music.. I don't like talking about my problems at all. I like keeping every feeling I have in my body and not sharing them. I already get judge about my weight and I don't need it about my problems... But yeaah. That's me!
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
Me...
For months I've beeen trying to write you. To fold my emotions together like origami. I'd make you a boat so that you can escape. I'd bleed an ocean of ink from my pen. Tides and waves, velvety rich and blue. A grand sail of metaphores would carry you through an ocean of my desires, my ideals. But, I realized that I was lost in translation. My hands cant craft to catch your beauty. I've lost myself in paper chains, a strength of love untold. Your chains hit the bottom a year ago, they sway in stangnant waters. Chain links made of memories Bob lifelessly in the water. They stay around a centre point, gently knocking my shrivled skin. A blank face drowning in the inky sea, I'll stay to an anchor what was. With time these memories will bury me.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Unfinished2
THE PAST IS THE PAST FOR A REASON THAT IS WHERE IT IS SUPPOSE TO STAY BUT SOME CANNOT LET IT GO THEIR IT EATS AWAY UNTIL ALL THEIR FOCUS BECOMES THE PERSON THAT THEY USE TO BE THE MISTAKE THEY MADE IN THEIR LIFE OH! IF THEY COULD ONLY SEE THAT YOU CANNOT CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU THINK ABOUT IT NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CRY WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR LIFETIME HAPPENS FOR REASONS UNKNOWN SO YOU HAVE TO LET THE CARDS UNFOLD LET YOUR STORY BE SHOWN CAUSE THE PAST IS THE PAST FOR A REASONS IT'S BEEEN,AND NOW IT IS GONE SO STOP TRYING TO THINK OF WAYS 2 FIX IT.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
LIFE LESSONS
I want to help you through all the pain you have beeen through, To stop all of your flashbacks and nightmares. But I'm not sure if I will be able to be your solution, I will try with everything that I am to help you as much as I can. I'm here for you day or night, my door will always be open, Just always know I am here for you and always will be. I'm not sure that I can help you find the closure you so greatly need to heal, And I am so very sorry for my failure as a friend if I cannot help with what you need most. I can only do so much to help you and I know that isn't enough, I'm sorry I can't do more for you but to only be here for you as a friend.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
I'm Sorry