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Back and forth In and out Running away Coming back. Here and there Nowhere to be found I say “I’ll just forget” I say “I’m a clown”. Dancing and turning Lying in bed
we're both drawn to extremes, waltzing with opposites. it's an awe-inspiring, complicated dance. i've never learned the steps, yet i feel like i've known them my whole life.
I rip my soul to write, So in the lines I’ll seep All for minds insight of all the world to keep. I plead to you please,
Between my fingertips I hold the key to self destructionWith no instruction but to inhaleDeep and fast to make the head rush last and with destruction in handLooking around I suddenly noticed something
I am... a soul lit on fire with passionate dreams sprinkled with stardust and kerosine love filled to the brim openly ready to lend too trusting with it for my own good
clink eggs crack against the bowl sky blue broken shell shards like glass the thin line we walk so high tightropes of minds stretched across infinity or not contrary contradictions
Frost chose between two roads, he chose the road less taken. I choose neither.
Love = The concept in Which one feels intense affection
I am a good old-fashioned girl. I knit, bake, sew, and crochet. My habits may seem backwards, But life is much simpler that way. I am Modern. I take Pride In the way
In Sixth Grade we wrote an "I..." poem, and this was it "I am not to be messed with I wonder what will happen next I hear people talking
Size 0, 5’11”, big-eyed, long-necked, high-cheek-boned models parading around. Advertisements making beauty seem within reach as long as I
The Counselor with a Secret A Counselor, who specialized in marriage, With a husband who lacked much knowledge. She is middle aged and responsible,
You make me laugh and piss me off at the same time.
I can have a week of nothing but utter angst and depression and the whole world should just die in a hole in the remotest corner of the universe but then those moments, and they're brief, never lasting more than a blissfully high day
makeup is a breakup and makeup is a lie
Where to begin, On this mystery within, Pondering brought great knowledge, Believing brought great hope, But both held no meaning beyond the parametrical scope.
You traced lines into my palms, Dictating my future, And rewriting my past. You peered into my veins, Studying them as if they were, The verses of a holy book.
Pain changes wounds heal but scars will eventually reveal Depressionexperience always teaches a lessonbut you're always lesseron the groundno one hears your soundsGuilt trips
Shit you can’t say to your teacher? It should be titled Shit I Should Say Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
We’re living in a contradicting society A society where most protest against abortion But in the same breath look down upon teenage pregnancy A society where parents point a stern finger telling you what not to do
He was my pain, my sorrow, and anger. He became my heart break and brought me to hate. You are my savior, my peace, and heart beat. You became my anchor and brought me back to life.