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Nov 2013 Yates

kels

Many will prove themselves worthy if you give them a chance. Trust them and let them rise to your feelings. It can be hard not to immediately write people off. I used to trust everyone, until I realized that you can't. It took me a long time to realize you have to guard yourself. People are so fascinating - they have histories,
stories,
traumas,
pain,
traits,
vices,
virtues,
love affairs,
sleepless nights,
values,
hobbies,
habits,
failures,
flaws,
and memories.
It is difficult for me not to want to get to know almost everyone I come across. This certain seeking quality about myself gets me into an awful lot of problematic scenarios. I often end up in the crossfire of many situations that never really involved me in the first place. I've met an awful lot of individuals, but only a handful who looked at me and saw what I don't see. This phenomena is a great source of inspiration to me. Sometimes I feel like "what you see is what you get" and there's nothing more to me than what I portray to others in order to convey the qualities I'd like them to believe. Being mysterious is a haven to me. I figure if nobody ever really knows who I am, I am safe and they can't hurt me. Yet this has proven itself untrue. Do I even know myself? Often times, the answer is no - and that's why it blows my mind when people seem to have that certain knowing look and they see all the things I bury deep, things I'm afraid to show like weaknesses and failures. These people remind me that I have potential and I'm not as bad as I think I am.
People who see you - really see you for who you are - are very rare, but worth waiting for. They see past the masks, fronts, and facades you've learned to put on and they understand the things you've always wanted people to understand without you having to explain.
They get it.
Hold onto those people.
They are the way to success and happiness and true friendship.
Post-conventional thinking will always outweigh earthly expectations.
**** everything that isn't fulfilling.
Life is something rules shouldn't be imposed on where they don't need to be.
Open your eyes.

Nov 2013 Yates

Test Subject #3 Shyness & Self-Confidence

Nov 2013 Yates

raiiindrops

Test Subject #3 Shyness & Self-Confidence

the one feeling that is most foreign to my life
inadequate in every way I can see
using beanies to cover up my flaws the best i can
hiding behind my words like a mask
odds stacked against me in everything i do
and everyone that I have any feelings towards
speaking only when there is no other option
approach me at your own risk and I will hide inside my notebook
cover my face with my hair and fall into my own little world
I am not fit to live inside this one

Nov 2013 Yates

Now You Know

Nov 2013 Yates

Kaitlin Frost

Now You Know

Hello darkness,
did you miss me?

You have hold of him,
and you need to let him go.

I've faced the demons in my life,
and they come creeping by,
just every so often.
I stare them in the face,
unafraid and unwilling to fall.
Not this time.

They've made me human,
they've made me a person

I've learned these human emotions,
and I can feel

I can cry,
I can yell,
I can be as happy as I can be.

The darkness doesn't choose its victims,
but you don't know where it strikes.

In the pure of heart,
and the most wicked of souls.

It devours us all,
piece by piece.

*Hello darkness my old friend

Nov 2013 Yates

Out

Nov 2013 Yates

Kaitlin Frost

Out

There is a light at the end of the tunnel,
But it's not visible yet.
I'm waiting for the fog to pass over.

Is this worth all these tears anymore.
I'm more broken than I was before.

I'm just another *****,
Just another notch,
Just another girl.
Nothing special.
I sure as hell don't feel like it.

No I don't have guys swooning over me,
I can't get someone like that,
I don't have someone on call for a date.

That's just not me.

But I sure as hell have some dignity.

I'm not some dog that's gonna beg for you.

I'm gonna save you some trouble and rip my heart
Right out for you,
And send it right back.

Something needs to be fixed
And it sure as hell ain't me.

I've been through hell and back,
And if that ain't enough for ya,
I'm sure that she is

Nov 2013 Yates

Untitled

Nov 2013 Yates

Emily

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there was one hazy Sunday morning where I woke up and called the boy I loved and he asked me to marry him and I didn't know how to say no to men yet. 3 months later he whispered with his body tangled with mine while he thought I was lost in sleep that he was afraid that we'd be married for years and one day he'd wake up and I would be gone without a trace because I can't handle relationships and feelings and love and I grew up alone and I can't stop craving owning my own heart. I wanted to be owned body and soul but I couldn't let myself go without digging my claws in one last attempt at holding on to the only thing that will ever be mine. what you'll never understand is this: girls like me with tiger guts can't be conquered, no matter how much we want to. when the only constant in your life is a deep and abiding addiction to reliance on yourself, relationships become a secret battle of how much of your heart you can hide from your lover and pray they never shine on the darkest parts of you.
this is a letter to you: you, my first love, my empty-hearted lover, no longer my anything. my life has become intertwined with yours and I'm still learning to pick my story apart from yours. a letter of repentance, of forgiveness, of pleading. a letter to tell you that you were right and I never could have stayed in your life and your bed for a lifetime.
(never quite) yours & all the love I don't understand,
girl

Nov 2013 Yates

Coffee Shop Poet

Nov 2013 Yates

Kagami

Coffee Shop Poet

I sit and feel... Different.
Some would have inspiration, some would have peace,
And some would be able to think about anything with
That clanking of cups and the whirr of a coffee machine.
But I can't describe how strange I feel sitting here.
Maybe the people sitting here aren't supposed to be.
The snobs giggling and gossiping in the corner,
The waft of marijuana coming in from just outside of the door.
This isn't a normal place. And I
Am not a stereotypical poet.
I write paintings in my mind and draw poems with my lips.
And, right now, they aren't encasing the rim of a coffee mug.
I don't have the money.
And I don't have the rhyme scheme to
Make fun of those who don't get it.

Wrote this a while ago. Don't like it, but I decided to post it.