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What We Don't Say Out Loud: My World In Youtube Videos
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Tuesday, July 15, 2014. My World In Youtube Videos. I tried to write something that sums up everything, and just couldn't. Why I want to go into film:. I used to want to be a writer. And I quickly realized that no matter how hard I try, I would never be satisfied with anything I ever wrote. I'm always missing something. It never is as effective or provocative or interesting or beautiful or emotional as I want it to be. They are everything to me. Posted by Sariah May. Death Is ...
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Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl: To Do
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Monday, December 23, 2013. Hating yourself isn't poetry, you know. But it's a lot easier to hate than love and it's a lot easier to be crazy than sane or maybe it's easier to be sane than crazy, I dunno. Girls, stop highlighting your hair the color of suicide,. And boys, stop falling asleep to netflix. It's bad for your eyes. Everyone, stop wearing so much death. Colors are cool. Dye your hair blue and get some new piercings. (maybe don't do the last one, I did that and my mom was angry.). And thank you ...
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Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015. A post for Pretty Girls. Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, I'm drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it. I told her something I've been choking back since the 10th grade, something I've only ever told 2 people. I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same. But she wasn't surprised, not one bit. She wasn't shocked or concerned or confused. She told me I was pretty. Girl is a greaser.
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Creative Writing 2: May 2015
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Tuesday, May 26, 2015. Day 43 - Last Day. We passed out books. We signed them. We said goodbye. Thanks for a great year. We were destined to crash. We were destined to fly. To make history. We crashed. And it was beautiful. Hannah singing a John Mayer song. Annie stole my phone. Tuesday, May 19, 2015. Day 42 - Project #3. Just a sneak peak of the new chapter in rock history @WritersParis. 8212; john (@Jdids43) May 18, 2015. I like feeling like I can touch what I wrote." - Jess. Friday, May 15, 2015.
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Eleanor Douglas: 07/17/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Friday, July 17, 2015. Sounds like you're listening. Girl: can you hear the tick-tock of my wristwatch darling? Girl: can you hear the thum-thum of my heartbeat darling? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Things I needed to say. Things you needed to hear. Thanks for Reading. View my complete profile. A poem you can understand. The Last Payphone in Manhattan. Rosyln luna grey ☾. I am the princess, and you are the pea. I Won't Let The Lines Die (A Blog Review In Poetry).
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Eleanor Douglas: Top 29
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. The procession of the pink mist. Do I Look Suspicious. Her name was adleen. I'm Never Not Afraid. Cold hands and heart. Fear is the thing that broke her. Things that need work. I've got a thing for you. Before I Got Old. Jane q. porter]. This isn't about graduation. A haiku for every boy i've kissed. I am having a quarter life crisis so i wrote this depressing post. Amor, amor, amor. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A poem you can understand.
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Eleanor Douglas: God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live)
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Thursday, April 23, 2015. God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live). God drew me with a crayon. He started with the eyes. He taped together a sky-something-ocean-blue crayon and a pine-scented-asparagus-green crayon and went to work. And God, He colored outside the lines a little bit because something about a metaphor about looking beyond yourself. 8220;Look closer,” He said. 8220;Look harder,” He said. 8220;Speak kindly.”. God said, “Taste sweetly.”. He rounded off my jo...
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Grace Kelly: November 2013
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I tried to be like Grace Kelly but all her looks were too sad. Sunday, November 17, 2013. Stuck in a box. Do you ever feel like you’re just watching? Watching the world go by. Watching the sunrise and the sunset. Watching the seasons change. Watching people live their lives while you just stare, emotionless, as though you don’t even exist. It’s like I’m stuck behind glass SCREAMING. I feel like a piece of paper that can’t move past the fact that it can never go back to being a tree. I have dreams and ide...
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Grace Kelly: Second Chances
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I tried to be like Grace Kelly but all her looks were too sad. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. I’ve never really been afraid of dying until now. Death has always been a metaphor for broken hearts and dirty dishes. But the truth is I am terrified of dying, maybe because a week ago death was all too real for me. How many moments in life can you look back and say, “That’s when it all changed”? I can honestly say March 2, 2014 is a day I will never forget. But it all started the night of February 27. Thank you for ...
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Holden Caulfield thinks I'm a phony: things you probably don't want to know
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Holden Caulfield thinks I'm a phony. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. - Dead Poets Society. Stickers on my heart. Saturday, May 17, 2014. Things you probably don't want to know. I'm a 5' 0 Hulk. SAM SMASH! You'd never think I love dancing and singing but I do it on Sundays when I'm baking sweets and in rooms with closed doors and I feel safest when I'm in a rowdy crowd at a conce...
