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as the sun dozes off the moon starts to stir he's so full of warmth she's afraid of getting burned his gaze shines gold her smile glows silver he wonders if she's cold » Continue Reading
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i'm always running for an exit 'cause i'd rather fuck it up than face it what's one more ghost in a haunted house what's one more bullet in a shoot out i hit pause right before the ending 'cause i prefer leaving and pretending what's one more red cross on your calender what's one more dead man in a massacre i'm always looking for an open window a quick escape after delivering the final blow » Continue Reading
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you can't see what's written on your palms if you don't unclench your fists but the hurt is comfortable i've learned to live with it hardwired to bite the hand that feeds me it's fine, these days i'm rarely hungry life tastes more bitter than sweet anxiety is eating away at me breathe in breathe out close your eyes calm down they say my legs give out my system shuts d » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
People don't care about flowers, they just like to believe they do. If it's a pretty one it gets plucked, put in a vase, watered every day, then every week. Eventually the watering stops. The flower starts to wilt and the petals start to drop. They fall to the floor silently, with grace. The flower lost its vibrancy, so it gets thrown out and replaced by a new flower. One that's fresh and colourfu... » Continue Reading
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please don't take this seriously, it's meant to be funny there's a frog on a leaf there's a bug in my hair and the sun's in my eyes i don't care, i just stare there's a pen on my desk in the back of the class backpain from the chair i don't care, i just stare at the kids with their shirts of bands they've never heard i heard my name somewhere i don't care, i » Continue Reading
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i'm turning 16 in a month and i still don't know who i am or who i'm not my words come from burned tongues drinking tea in the dark my fingers stained with ink and dust from the stars i don't know where i'm supposed to go my tired body, restless soul they don't get along with my thunderstorm brain and they think my heart's insane i'm told to just figure it out » Continue Reading
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sometimes i just want to sit in the sun she softly kisses my forehead featherlight, as if to mock Icarus his life ended, mine hasn't yet begun still stuck in the labyrinth of adolescence where everything i think tastes poisonous the sun is a bittersweet melody she sings and i cry gold streaks down my cheeks as i squint up at the sky most days i rise before the sun does » Continue Reading
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