Poetry
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The hardest thing about moving onIs knowing that you can’t see that personYou can’t hold that personYou can’t be with that person anymore. Even though for so long you thought they were your everythingThey turned out to be your nothing.
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The white siding is fading,The stained glass looks a little dirty,The steps could use a good power washing. That little church in the country, The place I felt safe, The place I always wanted to be, It’s crazy how different I feel now. It’s not that I lost my faith,It’s that I lost the ability
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Nine Justices. Nine. Those that decide my fate, My ability to have control of my body. Nine Justices. They must be doctors, They must be educators, They must have significantly studied the constitution. Oh? They aren’t? Then why can they decide what happens to me? I’m pregnant, But something is wrong. I go to the
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The hot summer sunThe weight of the gear The sweat smell from the helmet.The things you love about the game. Most people call you crazy, Who would want that extra heat? But for you, It’s the perfect way to play. Evaluating the entire field. The batter stepping up to the plate.Down into position. Glove in
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Dark, cold, and silent.That’s what you would find if you walked through my heart.It isn’t fully of happy memories.It isn’t warm and bright.You would think you were deep inside a cave.Over there is the first time the abuse happened.Keep going, and you’ll see how it evolved. From little comments here and thereTo part of a
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Every day she wakes up exhausted.She woke up, that’s a plus.Some nights she wonders if she will Because the pain is just too much. Coffee fuels her morningEnsuring she probably won’t commit a felony.Quick brush her teethHair in a bunReady for the day. She walks through the day in a fog.Others wouldn’t noticeShe has become
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Necessary for survivalI will literally die without it.No matter how hard I chase itI can’t seem to reach it on my own. No matter how hard I try, It just doesn’t come naturally. Am I broken? Defective? I lack the chemicals I needThey say it isn’t as abnormal as it feels. I can get the
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I was walking through the parkthat warm summer dayclearing the chaos from my head. For once it wasn’t a crisis, Just all the little day to day things. It wasn’t the music I was listening to,It wasn’t the beauty of the nature surrounding me, But maybe some combination of the twoThat finally put my mind
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I only wore it onceThat cream, backless dress.I was 18 – Going out with friends. And for the first time ever,I knew I looked good. I have kept that dress for 9 years. I can’t wear it anymore, But I keep it as a reminderOf how I felt that night. Beautiful,Confident, Sexy. That cream, backless
Lyrical Logic 