Treasure Island

Kelsea Osterman


Breath


Stop telling me to just
breath.
I am so tired of it.
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  • Peter Vector (11/10/2009 9:13:00 PM)

    Independence is important, how would we grow up without it? At sometime they have to sever the ties between us and them, because in the real world it's just us right, at least that's the way I see it... I love this poem because it rings true here and now, I just want them to let me free, is that so much to ask? I rate would rate this as priceless, but since that's not an option I'll just put 10. (Report) Reply

  • Christopher Is Dead (but I'm More Than Alive) (11/10/2009 9:11:00 PM)

    That's actually quite inspiring. I like the underlying anger put forth. It sounds to me like the person has done you wrong, but somehow I feel, underneath it all, it's written a little in denial. I know I have said things just to make myself believe them, 'cause they weren't true. But I think I could learn from your poem. If I could feel that I could make it on my own... (Report) Reply

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