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"elimate" poems
Hey Love Have you noticed I've been off? different vibe, Different talk? I've been Switching More frequently from A Good to bad Song? It's The Drug. It's Forming Its self back to its old ways. I Was to late and Should have seeked help before I consumed more. After every hit , every line Ive been burrowing Myself. Digging The real me far deep in my brain. This drugs insane and difficult to explain . I don't want this. Believe I Don't like being an addict. I'm just so far below . I've fallen to my knees, my heart can't take no more. So I decided Just 1 hit to relieve all The negative. Sadly enough I know I can't just do it once .. I'm getting lost baby I'm trying To save me but this is uncontrollable especially if Your unhappy. I can feel it getting worse. Every time I feel mad I just think about the swirls. How 1 can Elimate The horrors. I'm Scared. I can feel myself transform and I swear I can't control this
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
L o v e
Each milestone the teacher makes us write Write about the monsters that makes us quiver Write about how we can redeem courage Think. Think. Pause. What do I write I am only in first grade I fear not the boogie man under my bed but The man you leaves love taps on mommy's face What can I do I was taught that what happens here remains Remains within this household as a secret Help. Help. Hush. What do I write I am in the sixth grade I fear not the spirit in the basement for he is my friend But tremble at the sight of the shadow that preys on me What can I do Mama is beaten with labor by three jobs Two for food and one holding that leather belt Cry. Cry. Hush. What do I write I am finally a senior I fear not of growing up and taking its responsibilities But awaking from the fairytale reality each day shakens me What can I do Swallow another ambien after another Elimate enduring the nightmare furthermore Sleep. Sleep. Hush. Teacher makes us present Humiliating with laughter or Understanding with compassion Write. Write. Erase.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Monsters
i feel like a grenade ready to detonate at any second and elimate in my path. you need to run to get out i don't want to hurt you but i'm about to explode
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
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