Teen Recovery From Poems

I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night

What shall I do, cast far away my pen
Should wizen Cheshire cat stop its grin
Mighty Amazon stop its massive...

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Aphrodite is worshiped by a devotion of
a past flesh- self taught to dream of 
a girl's face for my partners music

flowers in freckles with long...

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...I don’t regret the late nights up,
making sure that they’re safe and fed,
or getting my jaw bumped a lot
when they learned to move their heads.

I...

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My name is Christopher Hobart,
and it would be a real safe bet
to say most of what I’ve done in life,
I have come to truly regret.

There’s...

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Master-

Nice to be

Nice to see!...

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(Mary, Mary quite contrary, tending your garden just so;
planting your bells and cockle shells, and hoping to grow.)

I built a little house,
And dared to plant...

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anna didn't want to be a person
so she turned into a mirror.
anna cut her hair and wore all black
so she could look a little thinner.
...

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BITTEN
script meant to be breaking
look at her lips
dried spit
prescriptions she's taking
ABUSE
refused to drape pages of her dictionary 
barely coherent 
glaring down the barrel of scary
HOSPITAL...

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Pretty girls don't have to hide 
Scars with sweaters and lies. 
They don't have to cover up 
How ugly they feel inside. 
And lovely girls...

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You say you're ugly,
You say you're fat,
You say you hate reality,
but it's not just that.

You say there's nothing good,
you say everyone hates you
you say you...

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Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in...

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Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an...

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Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I...

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I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When...

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I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical...

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