Finding my voice.
Her heart is a garden
where madness grows
in horizontal rows of
paper mâché suffering.
easily to tear
easily to rip like tissue paper
the translucent mist… 47 more words
Anger is the lightest of all emotions. When you tamp all emotions down in a barrel and cream them further and deeper, guess which one of them rises to the top? 47 more words
Beneath The Starry Skies
The end. I feel so sad and weird and awkward and nostalgic and… (I guess I should shut up).
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calamity collapses all this
mastery of my disaster that I’ve claimed
and its a shame that I’m not
even to blame for this concrete fist thats… 147 more words
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When I look into the distance and I see the sunset in vibrant shades to when the stars come out of the darkness. My brain and heart as one whisper me thought of you. 40 more words
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Despite the clouds and the rain, if you look straight up you can see the sun reaching down at the earth like a hand clutching a hazy piece of fire. 306 more words
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