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Things get bad, then they get good again. You can write yourself angry. You can write yourself sick. But never ever should you write yourself sorry. The world, to me, is many things: A canvas, a movie, a place to store everything you are and will ever be, but never a bell jar. As long ... - Poetry > Free VerseI can't sense how one can fear the end of seasons. Seeing how the summer gets gently wisked away by a whimsical display of red, yellow and orange. The birds fly away without the bees and branches, without leaves are pulled and pushed to reach new heights. What could possibly sadden you abo...
- Poetry > Free VerseI took those doubts, wrote them on stones and lined them up like bones inside our bodies. Some of them stood tall like knights in a forest, torn from fighting while others washed away with the water from the rain. Every mineral makes a myth of the median of meanings for hate and love and ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThis idea grew amid the fallen leaves, ashes and things you would’ve tossed aside if you didn’t know any better. Sadly, most of us didn’t. We knew not of the gold we sold to stragglers. We wrote our hopes, dreams and deepest desires in a notebook that we buried in the sand. We begged...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am the makeshift mind and manifest goals of many. I am made of oppression, suppression, snarky looks and half-frozen eyes. I am from the very second that sugar hits glazed bodies and all but one – even as one of many – loses the consciousness to feel alone. I am from dark hair, red...
- Poetry > Free Versea box of complaints unlaced as i scattered all that i am across the floor: books and photographs lie next to fragments of what once was a human taking a pen to the thoughts and holding beliefs like paper to the window to see if the sun can illuminate the page and make the writing legible ag...
- Poetry > Free VerseAre you there? I hope I can be the thought that stains your memories: A phantom in your mind. I want to, although you really don’t deserve it, run freely across your vast hills of flesh. May I? Can you even hear me? That hair of yours, wild as a flame, It couldn’t have got that way on...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou watched: stiff and emotionless and so did I. But deep inside my heart ignited, and it won't be long until I am only made of ash;...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou quickly became the song in my heart, but, to you, I was just another notch in the bedpost of your relinquished fantasy....
- Poetry > Free Versei became tired of tasting words that couldn't escape the cages of my teeth. at this point, i could've returned to "our place" without any anxiety; or the butterflies i felt on our first kiss. i even started feeling pretty in the shirt that you hated, and i heard t...
- Poetry > Free Verseaceful breeze on our last night together and bottle it up for the next time it's hard to breathe or you're feeling alone under the night sky. For years, you wished that I'd be content falling asleep in your bed alone And I wanted you to take...
- Poetry > Free Versea box of complaints unlaced as i scattered all that i am across the floor: books and photographs lie next to fragments of what once was a human taking a pen to the thoughts and holding beliefs like paper to the window to see if the sun can illuminate the page and make the writing legible ag...
- Poetry > Free Versean idea grew amid the fallen leaves, ashes and things you would bury or toss out had you not known any better; unfortunately, most of us didn't. we wrote our hopes, dreams and most secretive desires in a notebook that we buried in the sand. we begged for the ocean tide to wash it away s...
- Poetry > Free Versenervously scribbling down words her lips would stutter, she thinks about the note exploding when it touches his skin; creating a climax of spontaneous combustion in her anxious mind her hands shaking as she folds the paper, she feels like her words are written on the black board; project...
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