Diary of Spontaneous Poetry Part 1
Saturday, September 13, 2014
3:51
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Scribble your pain on my heart that desires to be scratched up,
with your markable fingers,
let’s doodle,
and heal the cracks uncolored,
with art.
3:58
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He reached for her heart,
but his hands got lost trying to find it.
4:11
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They bumped heads constantly,
foreheads were big enough to live in,
the break up was paid for,
arguments no longer belonged to them,
the owner was pride.
5:22
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The innocence of her language believed society was her friend,
she lived in never land,
dancing on the idea that he would never punch her heart,
let it sink down into the 0 Celsius water,
stabbing at the child mentality that was engraved in her brain,
and crack like the glass that she was,
the moment her and society broke up,
she opened those eyes of hers that were in the closet with no light,
no nob on the door,
just a still wall in the way of seeing the parts that defined her footsteps,
to growing up,
her lips had naive written on them left to right, up and down different
positions all around like a chalkboard,
the substitute teacher was Spanish,
so she couldn’t understand the message that was sent to her heart,
she opened the email,
but nothing was there,
only what she was made of,
shattered pieces pieced together in a wine glass,
made to look perfect,
all together,
shaped elegance,
with no secret spots spilled out,
she replied “thank you society because of you I know who I am,
I’m broken and beautiful,
the hideous pain that you put me into came out scar-less, no dark spots
covering the damages you made,
all I see is beauty, that sees imperfection, that sees pain, that sees a
shaped soul filled up with air’s whisper of honesty,
thank you society.”
5:48
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His eyes poured for her love,
to come back into his eye sight before he goes blind,
making puddles.
6:27
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I wish you can see how bruised the bottom of my feet are,
from running naked through the fire that we made with our voices that burned the relationship,
the whispers of vulnerability ripped me of my clothes,
taking every prideful word that I owned,
Do see my heart?
it doesn’t have any friends,
just naked body parts,
no mask or fabrics,
Don’t you know that I’m chasing after you,
to catch up with how much you love me,
my lips said sorry,
but the movement of my legs only gets me what I want,
you.
6:38
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Settle never grows,
neither does it find what it desires to fulfill the soul,
it’ll never be happy unless it changes it’s identity,
starting with it’s first name.