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When I was Lore
have you ever felt this:
people walking through you
as if you are
a cloud fallen to earth
unanchored and alone
hidden in the murmurs of others
breathing through holes in
the hearts of addicts
addicts can see me and so
can the insane and little
children see everyone
my favorite addict is Oz
thin as a reed and a survivor
she found a gang of sweaters and
leggins and stole a pair of uggs
for me because Strand wants
employees to dress artsy
i love books, they're my small saviors
i avoid emily, even though she is
a nobody like me
she's enjoys being null and void
I don't.
maybe i should stop wearing
all black
no, no, no...black clothes
are my armor,
mother teresa
is beautiful in my dreams
last night she told me that I'm
a peninsula
attached to the land
but not of it
people walking through you
as if you are
a cloud fallen to earth
unanchored and alone
hidden in the murmurs of others
breathing through holes in
the hearts of addicts
addicts can see me and so
can the insane and little
children see everyone
my favorite addict is Oz
thin as a reed and a survivor
she found a gang of sweaters and
leggins and stole a pair of uggs
for me because Strand wants
employees to dress artsy
i love books, they're my small saviors
i avoid emily, even though she is
a nobody like me
she's enjoys being null and void
I don't.
maybe i should stop wearing
all black
no, no, no...black clothes
are my armor,
mother teresa
is beautiful in my dreams
last night she told me that I'm
a peninsula
attached to the land
but not of it
Published 17th Aug 2015
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17th Aug 2015 11:44pm
This is a beautiful write and filled with the humbling kind of hope that only survivors (who never gave up) have the right to speak of.
18th Aug 2015 00:00am
Mother Theresa is beautiful in my dreams too. And hi, my name is jennifer and im an addict.
Yes, i have been that cloud. But only when trying very very hard. And i wish i had the ability without having to booze myself or take handfuls of pillls to numb me into isolation.
I have felt ugly eyes on me since child hold. to young to tell about that hell. Then raped at 13 and 15. I have tried your trick. All black. Im no raving beauty. Though i like how i look. There is something else. For so long felt like i was walking around with the words fuck me in red on my forhead.
I walk. At Least 2 times a week some older man in a ttruck turns sround in the street, pulls in to the closest parking lot. And asks"need a ride?" if they try a line at all besides, how much
No, makeup, sweats, and they assume im a trick.
I have asked more than once. What about me made you assume i would do that!? answer. A look on your face. Wtf!?
So. Sometimes. To be that cloud. Would be nirvana!
But it is never fun feeling lonely. Im sorry.
Your pieces illicit such response from me. Make me want to talk to you. Here, now, in this place you are no cloud. You shine very bright to me. Look beautiful. I would imagine you in nothing less than funky fab clothes bought at a thrift shop, because its cool and i love it, not cuz your broke.
Lol after reading your poem, i think it was last night, but maybe the night before. I listened to Chaka kahn and got down in your honor to "Tell me something good" while making the mashed potatoes for dinner.
Thank you, for going noticed. 💋
Jennifer
Yes, i have been that cloud. But only when trying very very hard. And i wish i had the ability without having to booze myself or take handfuls of pillls to numb me into isolation.
I have felt ugly eyes on me since child hold. to young to tell about that hell. Then raped at 13 and 15. I have tried your trick. All black. Im no raving beauty. Though i like how i look. There is something else. For so long felt like i was walking around with the words fuck me in red on my forhead.
I walk. At Least 2 times a week some older man in a ttruck turns sround in the street, pulls in to the closest parking lot. And asks"need a ride?" if they try a line at all besides, how much
No, makeup, sweats, and they assume im a trick.
I have asked more than once. What about me made you assume i would do that!? answer. A look on your face. Wtf!?
So. Sometimes. To be that cloud. Would be nirvana!
But it is never fun feeling lonely. Im sorry.
Your pieces illicit such response from me. Make me want to talk to you. Here, now, in this place you are no cloud. You shine very bright to me. Look beautiful. I would imagine you in nothing less than funky fab clothes bought at a thrift shop, because its cool and i love it, not cuz your broke.
Lol after reading your poem, i think it was last night, but maybe the night before. I listened to Chaka kahn and got down in your honor to "Tell me something good" while making the mashed potatoes for dinner.
Thank you, for going noticed. 💋
Jennifer
18th Aug 2015 1:09am
18th Aug 2015 2:53am
I loved the piece so very full of imagery Very liked the process of going from thought to thought
so smoothly.Really enjoyed>heart felt optimism.
k2m
so smoothly.Really enjoyed>heart felt optimism.
k2m
18th Aug 2015 5:38am
despite the black outfit, there is color here, among the books. & ambition: don't be simply a poem, be an entire novel...
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