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"you dont understand me. I'm a real poet. my life is my poetry."
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I've got flowers in my lungs, watered by the fluids injected into my veins. blooming in its own internal garden, steal the lyrics to my previous songs. this isn't where it belongs. mind spinning, body connected to the lines that intertwine time. needle and spindle, aurora's finger pricked. princess picked, so delicate and fragile. bones weak and breath heavy. blood fleeing my external soul, outsid... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I think there is beauty in the way we talk, the way we move, the way we perceive and the way we exist. I think when I look around and I see him, I can't help but admire his every move. the small giggles in between his breaths, the sound of his laughter filling a room. the small accent that slips out in his voice when he's been talking too long and you only just barley notice it. the way he skips a... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the quiet silenced me. like a thousand waves crashing in at the shore, I stayed quiet my whole life. I'm so tired of mediocrity, what people say is a so called life. doesn't feel like one. the simplicity of it all, is not only uninteresting but in the finest form unethical. how could this system, that our own kind built be called life.. with no experiences exclusively for the privileged. I may be » Continue Reading
Category: Romance and Relationships
I think in many ways tyler is like a question, you don't always know the answer. he's unpredictable, but he makes you think. for better or for worse. he is interesting, and makes your curious you know? it's hard to put into words. I think I love the fact that he's different. in his own weird, unique, 'intresting' ways. he's not all he seems, he's like a puzzle I can never figure out. he's just him... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I wanna draw. I don't want to be confined by the law. I don't want to be restrained, it leaves me in pain. still I refrain, because it's what I'm told to do. I don't want to be held down and held back. what is it that I lack? I do this too often, it's become a routine. I don't want you to perceive me the same way I'm always seen. I'm tired of the old and begging for something new. I want love too.... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm in a pool of tears, dedicated to all those years I waited for you. I live in it, im just another fish in the sea. try and catch me, lure me in with your love-bombing bait. it's all too late, it's all a hoax. relax, it's faux. friend and foe, doe eyes caught y » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I still have pictures of you up in my room, because I still love you. I still care, to share a life of despair. im still here. after all that you've done. I shouldn't be standing at your door, but your the one. your the only one, who I really loved. you were intertwined into the deep roots of my soul and I can't seem to untangle it. the knot is stuck, it's never coming out. but you don't listen, t... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
blonde hair, green eyes. sunshine skies. no clouds in sight, crystal clear as could be. the most beautiful boy looking back at me. freckles across his face like constellations in the pure night sky, ive known him a lifetime. but I hope someday he'll be mine. a star brighter than the sun. I never had so much fun, until I spent my days around the boy. he's better known by his nickname, but he spell » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
train passing by in the pouring rain. thought I heard them calling my name. I watched the world unfold into its own universe, holding on to every nickel and dime in that purse. I saw that hearse driving him away, what a faithful day. I wish I could stay, but the memory still remains. I was just a kid hearing a song for the first time, it's been so long but I recall it like yesterday. recount the w... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
It's his actions that spoke the truth, blinded behind those hazel eyes. I hide away, bangs covering my face, lace around my heart like a child's valentine, my heart is folded in two like a card scribbled with words that aren't legible. I remember the dance where I first looked at him in that way, February 15th. It's been a year, but nothing has changed. I would run back to may to hold back my tear... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Sometimes seeing the beauty in the world is no different from seeing the own delusion in your own mind. I felt a little more fine. somehow when I was around him everyone seemed a little more beautiful. it was strange, but it was true. my own affection and his own being were intertwined into my soul and into my heart. right away from the start I knew I never wanted to let him go. but will he ever k... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
the noise blended together to create a mesh of sounds, I think we stand on the same grounds. you understand, but your no different. im the same, I've never changed. but the difference between us is so vast, to not know eachothers past, it didn't last long. I try to write a song but I don't know the words, they get out of hand. fall out of my mouth without a thought in my mind. the power of time. w... » Continue Reading
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