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Tess's PoemI am ready to swim / I am standing on the beach, I can feel the ocean on the wind, and I think / It seems these things do not matter.
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Jun 1, 2018
UnzippedShe was alone. She had her friends and her family and her pets. Yet she was alone, and even more so, she was lonely. She had never felt love. Never felt the raw emotion that goes along with it. She had only known the pulsating flesh and the heat that radiated from the bodies of which she had laid upon. Each night she would fall asleep cloaked in the heavy plush blankets that sprawled across her bed, and every morning she would awake colder than the previous night. She would walk a few steps from her bed to her bathroom. Graze her hand across the granite counter top. Reach for the stained porcelain sink handle, and begin to brush her stained porcelain teeth. She dreaded the mornings. As she stared in the mirror and she tended to her hygiene she felt her eyes begin to weigh down. Each morning she would try to succeed on her own and each morning she would fail. As she'd leave her bathroom she would gaze upon her dress for work that morning. She would slide it up to her waist, over her shoulders, then she would let out a deep breath. She refused to put her makeup on before this, she knew what came next would hurt. As she began to reach behind herself she struggled. She pulled and tugged upon the zipper. Rolling across her bed at times. Feeling the pulsating flesh and radiating heat with each turn. When she was finally finished with her battle she would stare,entranced, into the mirror hanging from the door of her bedroom. She felt no accomplishment, no success, and even less happiness than the minimal amount that she felt when she awoke. She only felt a shadow, a void, behind her during every attempt. Each day she would do this, and each night she would repeat the struggle with her dress. She longed for pulsating flesh and radiating heat to help her zip and unzip her layers. She longed for someone to fill the void. Yet every morning she would zip and unzip her dress, adding and removing the layers by herself.
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Dec 27, 2016
Maybe It Is Just An IdeaI want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least. / I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears. / I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
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Jan 16, 2016
The Rapist, The Angel and The Dog.The problems of the mind are the loneliest by far. / They eat at you and eat at you until you are just a shell of meat and bone. / You walk and you talk as if nothing were wrong, but you see, the problems of the mind are the most burdensome of all.
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Dec 28, 2015
Wake Up My SoulWhen you woke me up / The first thing I saw were stars / Only they weren't stars;
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Oct 9, 2015
UntitledI see images of a girl walking in the street / On a rainy night, in a black dress, with bare feet / She seems lost
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Dec 15, 2014
WillowI'm sitting under a crying tree / Praying no tears fall upon me / I can not believe what I can not see
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Dec 15, 2014
Mona LisaStanding in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.
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Dec 15, 2014
Even AloneIt's sunny when my eyes are open / Yet it storms while I'm sleeping / Their smoke blends into the air daily
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Nov 26, 2013
PerfectionCaptivating / So alluring / Mesmerizing
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Nov 26, 2013
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