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I set life aside
and made a world of my own
bathed myself in stagnant water
because I'm scared of the riptides.
You tell me to break a leg
and maybe find love in the process
but that maybe could take years
or never happen at all.
So let me live in peace
in the bubble I blew
hidden away from the "maybe, possible, sometimes"
while I drown in the absolutes.
and made a world of my own
bathed myself in stagnant water
because I'm scared of the riptides.
You tell me to break a leg
and maybe find love in the process
but that maybe could take years
or never happen at all.
So let me live in peace
in the bubble I blew
hidden away from the "maybe, possible, sometimes"
while I drown in the absolutes.
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Literature
just a girl. (who doesn't know she's beautiful)
she's one of those kind of girls:
the ones that throw back
shot-glasses on Tuesday evening
wishing they were
bullets
only to wake up
with the room waltzing
and realise it's now
Friday,
but join the dance
anyway - her
lips are painted crimson
so they don't see where
the lipstick ends and
where the blood begins;
designer clothes disguise
the black and blue
bruises and so-and-so
is always claiming to
have slept with her
last week;
the billboards tell her
how she should be beautiful:
with sticking-out ribs,
hollow bones and
a body that is
photoshopped to fit in
and
she's just one of those
kind of girls,
the one on the train
or on the bus bu
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i promise it wasn't you
one:
that boy taught me that girls who speak up
are not fit for loving.
that bastard taught me that girls who say no
are not fit for loving;
it was my voice or my heart,
and i chose love.
(after all,
isn't that the greatest thing?)
two.
when the pain weighted my
body to the floor,
when the carpet covered me with dust
and claimed my bones,
my friends called me lazy.
"where are your wounds?"
i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands.
they rolled their eyes
and turned away,
asked me why i'd turn myself
into some craft project
for a hopeless, wandering boy
and night after night i cried
"i don't know, i don't know,
i don't know."
three:
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I Hate Love
I hate love.
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily dama
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RA-DO somehow convinced/inspired me to write crappy poems again for who knows what haha
but his are amazing:
this is one instance where I'm a little bit of a hypocrite. I HATE absolutes with a passion haha, but I also enjoy a static life where nothing drastically changes, a life with a defined line. Scared of the riptides and anything that can pull you away frm that perfect line.
//and mine are crap crap crap full of crap and angst but it's crappy angst.
//lovely remedy will happen after my thursday presentation
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Other Poetry works: smexylevilover.deviantart.com/…
but his are amazing:
TransmutationMy days haven't been the same since I met you.
Wake up, commute, sit at my station.
The same routine, the same dance.
Now its still the same,
but with music playing in my minds stereo.
If there's a God, he must had reached down
to the inner most chambers of my soul.
Took a hand full of my dreams,
breathed life into them
and then there was,
there was you.
this is one instance where I'm a little bit of a hypocrite. I HATE absolutes with a passion haha, but I also enjoy a static life where nothing drastically changes, a life with a defined line. Scared of the riptides and anything that can pull you away frm that perfect line.
//and mine are crap crap crap full of crap and angst but it's crappy angst.
//lovely remedy will happen after my thursday presentation
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Other Poetry works: smexylevilover.deviantart.com/…
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