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The Boy
Every now and then I miss you terribly / What a cruel way my heart remembers / To tell my brain I love you.
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Nov 23, 2016
Poet, Not A Poem.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be beautiful / Like the princesses I grew up watching / I wanted to look like a sunset
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Nov 23, 2016
Princess.
I wouldn’t call myself a princess / I know that because / I cut my foot when my glass slippers shattered
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Feb 22, 2016
Bones.
Hundreds of thousands of years from now / I hope they’ll find my bones / Cradled in the womb of this earth
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Feb 15, 2016
Remember.
Until we have to leave / Let’s set fire to the royal garden / Breathe in heavy all the smoke
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Jan 11, 2016
Ocean, Bombs.
Come to me early in the morning / After all the world's bombs have been dropped in the ocean / When fish and whales scream silent to men
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Jan 11, 2016
Ripples.
You could take apart thunder with your teeth / The lighting in your mouth / Could light up any stretch of sky
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Jan 11, 2016
Silent Violence.
I’m violent by nature / Where even the fondest of nurture / Has only ever been enough to barely suppress
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Jan 10, 2016
Sounds At Night.
I never noticed the sound before / When I stumble into sleep at night / The sound of a thousand
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Jan 10, 2016
The Difference.
The difference between me and her is that I was built for this **** I was forged in heartbreak and birthed into quiet suffering, but I’ve conquered my demons and I’ve slept with angels. I’ve been taken advantage of, I’ve robbed, lied and lied to, I’ve been hungry and full, I’ve been drug through the mud and then after I’ve washed myself off time and time again. I was built for this **** to be the stronger person. To be the person who won’t fall apart, the person who- over time will mend my tiny broken and cut up heart till all that’s left is a bruise and I’ll live with it. To be the person who can take rejection off the hands of someone who wasn’t built for that kind of **** Never think of me as shattered, but rather a mosaic off all the battles I’ve lost and won. That’s the difference. I can take this ****
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Jan 10, 2016
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