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letters-2-myself

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If you want a poem written about something specific, just leave your thoughts in my ask. :)
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I pray for the days

that i feel nothing.

Where the silence takes over

what screams through my body.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.”

The chorus is chanting.

But its always me against myself

and my strength is lacking.

I pray for the days

where something takes this away.

I fear for the end of my life

but I can’t fathom living this way.

"Don’t come close,

don’t come near me."

How can you stand

to feel what I’m feeling.

I pray for the days

that I breathe the same

as the others.

I’m afraid for the day

that I become my mother.

But the sun always sets

and the moon always rises.

I am who my DNA

has already decided.

My DNA
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It's hard to believe it's been 6 whole years since I last uploaded a poem. I've finished high-school, gone to college, and joined the adult world. My writing style has definitely changed throughout the years. Considering creating another account to showcase what's new... or maybe keeping it all here close to my high-school self. I hope she would be proud to see how far we've come.

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2/26/15 At seventeen, the hardest choice you should have to make is what clothes you want to wear, or what food you want to eat; not sitting at the edge of your bed at four in the morning considering whether or not your existence matters in this world. (A.)

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I’ve felt like that since I was 11

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Please stop taking my name off my work:

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I love you more than words can say and maybe that's why I have a hard time writing about you. My lungs feel lighter than the air that fills them and my heart skips a beat when I lay my eyes on you. I see you. I see all of you. And I hope you can see this is for you.  I know I don't say the things I should, and I know I don't act the way I should but if I could I would for you because I want to be the best version of myself for you.  Sometimes I hate myself and that darkness tints my sight but when I look at you my world becomes brighter than I've ever known and I hope it shows when I'm with you. I don't like the person I used to be, the person I was before I met you. I was a cage covered with scars on the bars that contained me. I've never felt a freedom like you before.  I hope you know how much you mean to me and I hope you can forgive the darkened sides of me. I love you more than these words can say and that's why the page is often blank. --- (A.)

My Love

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It's unfamiliar.  It's a distant passion coming back to me slowly like the fall frost conforming into a winter storm. This pen feels heavy in my hands and these feelings burn red into my brain. All I breathe is smoke, who I used to be is the ashes that cover the darkened ground. I feel an eternal fire blazing in my soul and I know I'm not the only one who has arisen from the coals.  (A.)

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Eternal Fire

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You touched me. My brain firing sparks more radiant than the midnight sky.  But did you feel me shudder against the cold tip of your tongue nipping it's way along my neck? The curves of my body were too enticing and the scent of the sweat along the steaming windows was all too much to bear. You took me there. It was all too easy for us, it didn't have to mean a thing. But oh baby when the sex was over, you were lying naked next to me and I couldn't tell you how much I wish you had made love to me.

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“Can you write about  being afraid to fall in love?”

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Promises are just exasperating breaths, quick paced and shallow so the wave lengths of their voice can’t be recognized. Do you avoid my eyes when you tell me you love me on purpose, or is it just an automatic reaction like when a child turns away when they know their sins have found them out. Our love used to be alive like a burning fire, or was the smoke just blinding my sight.

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I've been working like crazy so I haven't had much time to write. But this weekend, I'm dedicating to writing!!! So get ready!

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Hi! I just wanted to let you know that I'm absolutely in LOVE with your writing and think that you're soooo talented!! Keep it up!! :) 💕

Thank you 💗💗

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2/26/15 At seventeen, the hardest choice you should have to make is what clothes you want to wear, or what food you want to eat; not sitting at the edge of your bed at four in the morning considering whether or not your existence matters in this world. (A.)

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I want to grow into you, with deep roots. Nourish me with affection, love me like a rose loves its' thorns and the daisies love the soil. Care for me, remove the weed-like memories from polluting and taking over me. If you could kiss me like the rain kisses the earth after a drought, just once, you'd see flowers bloom that you've never seen before. Grow a garden in this wasteland of a canvas. Grow deep into my spinal cord and rib cage. Tangle yourself between me, and grow something beautiful inside of me. (A.)

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Gardens

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I feel my skin crawling, scraping against the concrete. My dreams being stripped off me like a band-aid attached to a burn. I can feel it in my lungs, the longing for something other than the oxygen that seems to be suffocating me. I'm in the battlefield, my back against the jagged edges of the barbwire. They shoot me with rifles, bullets full of brutal honesty rather than gun powder. They puncture my arms, and they puncture my legs, but they don't dare end the suffering by tearing through my heart. My chest cavity, screaming for an end. Blood running down my cheek, I feel the light at the edge of the moonlit battlefield. (A.)

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Battlefield

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