But now--it's like God has it out for us. Why both of them? Wasn't my dad enough? It's like death came and punched us square in the face.
Colleen HooverTags: death
I stood beside the U-Haul, and I just watched her. I stared at her while she looked on with the saddest look in her eyes. I wanted to know what she was thinking about, what was going on in her head. What had mad her so sad? I wanted to hug her so bad. When she finally got out of the U-Haul and I introduced myself to her, it took all I had to let go of her hand. I wanted to hold on to it forever. I wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone. Whatever burden it was that she was carrying around, I wanted to carry it for her. I wish I could, Lake. I wish I could take it all away. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. It doesn't just go away.
Colleen HooverTags: sadness death burden slammed layken-cohen will-cooper
Someone asked them a question about their poetry, and whether it was hard having to relive their words each time they performed. Their reply was that although they had moved beyond that--from the person or event that inspired their words at that point in time--it doesn't mean someone listening to them wasn't in that. So? So what if heartache you wrote last year isn't what you're feeling today. It may be exactly what the person in the front row is feeling. What you're feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now--that's why you write poetry.
Colleen HooverTags: poetry slammed colleen-hoover
Sometimes life doesn't happen in chronological order.
Colleen HooverTags: life
I feel vulnerable. I I try to mask my emotions, but I feel like everyone knows what I’m thinking and feeling, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being an open book. I feel like I’m up on the stage, pouring my heart out to him, and it scares the hell out of me.
Colleen HooverOne million fifty-one thousand and
two hundred minutes
That's approximatley how many minutes
I've loved you
It's how many times i've thought about you
How many minutes i've worried about you
How many minutes i've thanked God for you
How many minutes i've thanked every deity in the universe for you.
One million
Fifty-one Thousand
And
Two
Hundred
Minutes
One million fifty-one thousand amd two hundred times.
It's how many times you've made me smile.
How many times you've made me dream,
How many times you've made me believe,
How many times you've made me discover,
How many times you've made me adore,
How many times you've made me cheris,
My life.
....
And exactlly one million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes from now, i am going to propose to you, and ask that you share all the rest of the minutes
Of your life, with me.
Tags: poetry
I was studying the football in my hands, running my fingers over the pigskin, across the letters of the brand name printed on the side.This elongated spheriod that didn't even weigh a whole pound. I was choosing this ridiculous ball of leather in my hands over my own flesh and blood. I was putting myself, my girlfriend, my scholarship--I was putting everything before this little boy that i loved more than anything in this world.
-Will
Death. The only thing inevitable in life.
People don't like to talk about death because it makes them sad.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them,
all the people they love will briefly grieve
but continue to breathe.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them,
Their children will still grow
Get married
Get old..
They don't want to imagine how life will continue to go on without them
Their material things will be sold
Their medical files stamped "closed"
Their name becoming a memory to everyone they
know.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them, so instead of accepting it head on, they avoid the subject all together,
hoping and praying it will somehow...
pass them by.
Forget about them,
moving on to the next one in line.
no, they didn't want to imagine how life would
continue to go on....
without them.
But death
didn't
forget.
Instead they were met head-on by death,
disguised as an 18-wheeler
behind a cloud of fog.
No.
Death didn't forget about them.
If only they had been prepared, accepted the inevitable, laid out their plans, understood that it
wasn't just their lives at hand.
I may have legally been considered an adult at the age
of nineteen, but still i felt very much
all
of just nineteen.
Unprepared
and overwhelmed
to suddenly have the entire life of a seven-year-old
in my realm.
Death. The only thing inevitable in life.
-Will
You need to be proud of the fact that you survived everything you went through as a child. Don't seperate yourself from that life. Embrace it, because I'm so fucking proud of you.
Colleen HooverTags: life inspirational embrace child survival proud
Sometimes women just need to cry.
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