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"immidiate" poems
You're Vincent Vega I'm Mia Wallace Plunged the needle to my chest Adrenaline injection it is Significant other or a guardian angel? Baby, you're my 24/7 bodyguard. You saved me You saved me I thanked God, He sent you I don't need Marsellus Wallace anymore Completely healed This immidiate This instant.
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
A.
you are a distraction. not just a normal distraction but a soul crushing, joyful yet disappointing distraction. your smile hides a thousand lies. your eyes cloud my immidiate thoughts. your presence bring laughter and it brings tears to my eyes - not the good ones. you are a distraction. -an unhealthy one i might add. D.L.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
Distraction
People keep asking me Jessica, why did you cut your hair? My immidiate response is *I just needed a change and 11 inches Seemed like a wise one to go about.* Some look at me sideways Others accept it and move on A few whisper about my ****** orientation Behind my back even when I know That they are right. Their whispers do not matter And they never will to me. But I just keep lying. I cut my hair because I am sad. Those 11 inches were lost because I couldn't let myself lose my life. It is so short because she has never Seen it brown or short and I need To pretend I never knew her. That is how I'm dealing with her Not being around anymore. I cut my hair because I kept feeling Her hands in it from that Monday. I cut my hair because I can't let people Call me Jess when she isn't around. I cut my hair so not one would recognize me. So she won't recognize me next time. And she will make the decision To leave me when she finds what Happened when I cut my hair To get rid of her fingers Only to replace them with foreign limbs. I cut my hair for a change, yes. But that change did not come. Not the one I was looking for. My hair is short because I am sad. And I still can't bear to lose my life. But I need another impulse To keep my heart beating at a normal pace. Too slow if I'm sad. Too fast if I'm panicked. Short hair was my middle ground. My plan didn't work.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
Short Hair