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she was dead
before she hit the ground
a cell
frazzled & 60 percent water
her friends
or whatever you call them
‘seedy backwater
girl
brimming on the bus & never
wants to
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
pinched
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
before she hit the ground
a cell
frazzled & 60 percent water
her friends
or whatever you call them
‘seedy backwater
girl
brimming on the bus & never
wants to
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
pinched
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
Literature
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
Forgetting The Sky
I look down
...
After doing it so long
I fear that I don't have the stength
To even lift my head again
But no, I too scared to test
If I can truly look above
...
But I also fear
That one day I'll forget
That I'll forget the sea of deep blue
With oddly shaped fluffy
White dolphins and whales
Swiming round the bright continent
As its center
Or deep purple of a dark canvas
Lit only by the laterns drawn on its surface
Burning the hopes and wishes of millions
And the illuminating center
Radiating pure white light onto our dreams
All waiting patiently above my head
I fear that one day
I'll forget how exactly to lift my head
If not just to see whe
Literature
I Was Once Told My Heart Beats
I was once told my heart beats
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me fr
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if i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head
pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out
that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
fun
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
--
I can't write anything descent anymore.
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head
pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out
that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
fun
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
--
I can't write anything descent anymore.
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