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I feel like I shouldn't be figuring it out every other week. I can't tell what things are supposed to be easy, and what I harden with my own force. Every other week, every other week, every other week. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want to fold my thoughts over and over, collecting them in envelopes to send off. Maybe this happens naturally, I just feel it's peering. Its slow raise back up, and I wish to keep it down. Press my fingers to each unraveled thought, each moment in time. I want to keep it, and hold it in my warm mouth. Let it water down and digest. I want this goodness to enter my blood, and raise my body tempe... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I also need to cast my hands into the sea, like a rod carry myself in, it could be calming i wonder, is giving the ocean my pollution any good? I feel a lift, but the water cleans it scratches my insides and tastes dreadful I could avoid it Still, I miss her; rocks under my feet slipping, slipping did I just avoid inevitables? no, it won't occur like that I can reel » Continue Reading
Category: Life
Hey guys I decided that I should also post on here for fun and maybe for giggles. Sometimes I come on here and there is poetry posted but I literally don't remember writing it so that is awesome it is like a little demon in my mind. anyway I really like attack on titan right now so... I think that Jean and Armin should kiss eachother! Who agrees? I won't reply to you but please let me know! Maybe... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I like evenings, early mornings and wine You hate loud I sleep with lights off and a cover on my face You sleep pretending I'm there too You learned to love from stories But how can you say nothing When I say I learned to love from you » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
the moon pulls the ocean without thinking and in hot summer days, I wonder how the yellowed grass tastes dry in the mouth it has no hole to call for water to ask for one more summer's rain one more feeling of cool to wash over and grow back to his original state » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
The hallowed out dips in Skull become traced and filled with salt synthetic fabrics wrap heels they are not necessary anymore and look at you go you are floating isn't that well? why are you unsure with all the care going into this those greying hands outreaching. why grab on? the salt only stings, makes you float, and don't you want to be held in silk? remember the other gifts the conk shell a » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Did we become adults? or am I just someone who doesn't know how to grow up and out of it. How do I grow out of you? You, who is the Skull. covered in ink and staining my hands held so softly, but only spoken in-between steps I take walking when the house is empty I act as if I have not always known you in this way within knowing, as in letting; as in holding. branching out as long as I become » Continue Reading
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