poemsinthewinter

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u ever just want to sit at the bottom of a pool or something. like if i could breathe underwater it would be a really nice, peaceful environment. especially if it was sunny and the water was nice and warm. just sittin there, watching the sunlight dance on the tiles? yeah. that’s a nice thought

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The world keeps moving and I 

keep breathing.

The world keeps judging and I 

keep living.

The plants keep growing while I 

keep healing.

The world keeps moving and I 

keep breathing. 

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This is to you boy who sits next to me in band. 
When you look at me it makes me smile and you smile back. 
When you started this game of poking me and me poking back it gives me hope. 
When you stare into my eyes, I am always the first to look away. 
This is to the boy with golden eyes who plays the trombone. - poemsinthewinter

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I sit here and wonder if this friendship is worth it anymore.

All the battles we have been through. All of the things we have over come.  

Am I just being ignorant and not seeing that we can go through this battle?

Or should I end this now because there are no more battles against the world. This one is against each other and I surrender.

It's not worth trying to fight you because even if we settle again.

A small part of me will never forgive you.

I will always be wounded and it won't heal, I just know it won't.

So this is my good bye stranger. 

-poemsinthewinter

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Remember

Remember the summer sun that would beat down on you.

Remember the spiders that would crawl around the house wanting to stay hidden.

Remember your mother and father who only wanted better the family.

Remember your life being turned upside down by one choice.

Remember that there are some choices that you will regret.

Remember the fireflies that you envy because they are free and they light up this world.

Remember the stars in the cold that hold more truths and wonders unseen than you can imagine.

Remember the laughter shared by loved ones.

Remember you are not alone.

Remember.        

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I'm breaking a little more everyday. No one seems to notice because I have mastered it. Many times I wonder if that's Good or Bad? I want someone to hold me and Help me. Yet no one comes, Yet no one sees my tears, Yet no one hears my screams echoing in my body. I want to breath fresh air, but why is that so hard. Why does that take my breath away. Something that I want so bad when I am breaking. - poemsinthewinter

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As I lay in the hammock, the sun attempting to reach my face but the cold beats it. 

The snow flakes falling from between the branches as if dancing with each other.

When they landing on my face they melt quickly. My nose starts to run and I ignore it. 

As I start to sway from side to side I can imagine the green leaves with the sunlight racing to reach the bottom of the forest floor. I can feel the warm summer breeze that runs along my legs. The mosquitoes that want to taste my sweet blood. I can almost feel the bonfire's heat reaching me and the crackling of the wood. 

As another snowflake lands on my face that is what brings me back to my numb hands and face. 

I should go inside soon but I look at the sky and see it's grey clouds hanging over me and I can't wait for summer to come. 

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I think to myself that if I were a little prettier or skinnier. 

I would be able to erase my past but I can't. 

The past might be there but I shouldn't let it define me and say who I am. 

What happened was bad and I can move on. 

Or at least I can try. 

I can try to help myself become someone better.

Someone who can help people. 

Someone that people look to. Not because I am skinny or pretty 

but because it is who I am now. 

Many times I forget that I am in charge. 

But it's always good to remember.

-poemsinthewinter

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I can feel myself on the verge of tears.

My chest hurting from containing my secret.

My stomach churning with attempting at being quiet.

My throat sore from keeping in my screams.

My body shaking from fear of waking others. 

I can feel myself on the verge of 

Tears.

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by nana0403

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I sit here with my heart in my throat.

Wanting to scream but nothing comes out

Only tears come, try to breath slowly 

it doesn't work.

My mind is racing with so many different thoughts 

I can think straight.

Things so down and I'm sitting here 

wondering when will all this stop.

When will I to rest without tears.

When will this fear go away.

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I have gone through life blaming my 8 year old self. When I realized it wasn't her fault she didn't know. It wasn't her fault she was innocent. It was his. For 5 years I have thought why didn't I know, I should have know. But it's okay that I didn't know. It was okay to be innocent. -poemsinthewinter

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I sit here looking out the window Wanting something new to dream. But there is nothing but coldness. I see the deers moving slowly through the trees. Not making a sound. How lovely would that be, For me. To disappear into the night And come back when I please. Moving swiftly through the trees Like a bird that is free. But alas that can not come true For this world needs me At least that’s what I hope. As I turn to go back to bed I see a star shining bright. Telling me of a new dream tonight.

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Memories

There I go falling into the snow.

A memory comes to mind.

Falling I go in the ground with a laugh that rings through out the trees.

My 8 year old self looking at snow for the first time not a care in the world.

I look up an see the snow drifting off the branches and falling towards me.

I see a flash of blue go across my eyes, I try to follow the blue jay but it’s to

fast.

I close my eyes and listen to the nature around me. The sound of wind

rushing through the tress, a cold breeze across my face. As I take in a

breath, I feel the cold air rushing into my lungs.

I had never felt more free. The smell of pine in the air more fresh than ever.

As I open my eyes again back into reality it still feels the same but the

freedom is gone. The snow flakes

falling

falling and

falling

-poemsinthewinter