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A Wilting RoseFor now all I have is a barren room / and these feelings with no deposit. / silence is a seamstress of disaster
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Dec 28, 2014
A Confession for My Non-eixstent Therapist.I really love her… but there are time’s when I don’t. Somewhere along the line something in me became hallow. I remember these memories, instances in my life that help this emptiness settle in, but I won’t tell a soul because maybe if I never say it out loud I’ll forget. / It never goes away though and every so often she reminds me that in this world there’s only me. I was born alone and I’ll die the very same way. I have no kin regardless of blood ties and there’s no telling if the people I cherish seem to feel the same. / I credit her for so much suffering and some joy but I want to erase it all. Whether it’s a delusion or not I just want to forget this aching feeling in my chest
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Mar 23, 2014
Not a Poem Just a Thought.I don't really like that simile as beautiful as a butterfly. We're so mesmerized by the facade of the insect that we don't realize beyond the wings butterflies are quite ugly. I wonder if butterflies think and if they do would they want to be beautiful all around. A butterfly would be so pretty if it could shed away the unsightly parts of its body like a snake rejuvenating itself. I wouldn't want a beauty that can be taken away by the swift pluck by a hand as my redeeming feature. I wish I could shed the disfigurement of my body. Then maybe the butterflies and I would be lovely. Our redeeming feature wouldn't have to mask the other features because we would be all around perfect. I’m afraid that if someone looks up close at me they'll see the things I’m hiding away with sweaters and jeans. My clothing are my wings but sometimes I wish I could take them off and still know that all around, inside and out I’m perfect.
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Mar 6, 2014
Life.Life itself is cruelty. / Selfishly being birthed into a world where all that awaits is a slow crumble; / Life is a curse.
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Dec 9, 2013
Lingering Feelings.Could it have been love? / My on and off intimacy with a boy who had the flesh of a man. / I think of him
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Dec 9, 2013
UntitledThere was a girl, an ugly duckling you could say, that wished upon the rays of the moon, shooting stars, the tips of dandelions and lady bugs to be more than what she was. She was an empty little girl confused by her own feelings and misjudged. When no one could grant her wish she closed herself from the world since all it seemed to do was scorn her. What a foolish child crying herself to sleep till her heart shriveled to nothing. / Then that little girl, an ugly duckling you would agree, that heart shriveled to nothing hated the world for scorning her. Her face became a permanent scowl and her heart ever more pitiful. She wouldn't dare wish anymore for it only fell to deaf ears and only reminded her how worthless she was. Death was the key not the door. She rid herself of the girl she once was and became something new. / That little girl, a swan most would content to, change the person she used to be. She smiled even if deep down she's still crying, laughed and tried to forget the horrors of her past; till they soon followed.
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Jun 27, 2013
Untitled*The dream ended slowly but of course inevitably like an autumn leaf drifting to the soil. / Not a spirit was disturbed or disordered like waves in a pond but the memories pile on, / one on top of the other, weighing down my heavy heart.
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Apr 11, 2013
A Child's Delusion.Dear Dad, / I love you but you're not here. / Zach and Kate has a dad who picks them up after school
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Apr 6, 2013
Wither*Everyone's moving away from my reach and now I'm the only one on this darken road / Maybe I should lay in the shadows till the light comes to lead me home. / If the light never reaches I'll just linger here till I fade into the shade.
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Apr 6, 2013
Unrequited loveI gathered all my love and affection together / and after time of carefully holding it dear to my heart those feelings turned to a ball of light. / Day by day it became harder to hold onto, more painful to keep and evermore lonesome tucked within my embrace with nowhere to go.
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Apr 6, 2013
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