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selfish & humble
waiting for sin
as the best years of my life
crawl into the sea
[the wings left no room for ribs]
waiting for sin
as the best years of my life
crawl into the sea
[the wings left no room for ribs]
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I'm Just A Poet
I'm just a poet
Stringing together words
In a way that tries to force you to feel,
To understand what I feel.
I'm just a manipulator
Gaining recognition by
Warping what you understand
Trying to change your emotions
Till they fit my own.
I'm just an instigator
Using my words
To try and lead you along a path
That was created in anger
And fueling your passion to follow it
Until you can't even remember
Why you followed this way.
I'm just an interpreter
Translating your feelings into words
While ignoring the very fact
That in doing so
I'm ruining the very thing
That made these feelings so powerful
But I don't care
I'
Literature
Will you be my home?
Will you be my home
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
Literature
Summers Lost
god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.
"ask anything."
static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.
the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.
shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.
and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."
swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.
sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:
"where have you been?"
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The Awakening, Kate Chopin.
"A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water."
By the way, I'd very much appreciateit if you checked out my contest.
"A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water."
By the way, I'd very much appreciateit if you checked out my contest.
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The awakening is one of my favorite books. Nice piece you got here too.