martha-jordanWhisper

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RulesThere are rules for you. / You don't make stupid decisions. / You don't take naps.
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Jul 23, 2015
NumbThe muscles in my face / Can they atrophy from lack of use? / It seems that my heart has
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Apr 18, 2015
Christmas lights.My chest feels like it's been carved out with a spoon. There's nothing left; no beating heart, no churning stomach, no fragile ribs or frantic lungs. Just a void where you used to reside. / And I climbed a mountain to forget you. I picked out the debris from my diaphragm and from my palms as I dragged myself up what used to be communication, and now is just a monument to how fucking crazy people are. My feet slipped on red rocks and even though I was victorious, satisfaction did not fill the crater. / We held our last communion, and I finally felt at peace. But wishing for all the happiness in the world curses someone else with just as much grief. God, do I hate myself for causing him grief.
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Dec 19, 2014
Under PressureSometimes I have to remind myself / That as close as I live to the mountain's majesty / I am not made of stone.
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Nov 20, 2014
FlowingI have some very destructive tendencies / I'm a bad judge of character / Whether the the character is my own or not
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Nov 17, 2014
CrystalCatalyst for change; a long dormant dream that wills its way into a nonexistent reality / Rend your bonds; with all the strength in your calloused hands that used to mold with mine / Yearning for freedom; from fear, from pain, from the crystalline core that shreds your lungs every time you breathe and scatters diamond dust down your veins
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Nov 13, 2014
Overseas 101I've got a lot on my plate these days. / I glance around, find an empty booth, and slide in. / I hate my job.
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Feb 2, 2014
Self esteem.She isn't beautiful. / She already knew this, but the truth still hurts. / She faces the wall and her body speaks.
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Jun 5, 2013
ViscosityBlood is thicker than water / I've heard that one before / And no matter how many times it's proven true
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Apr 1, 2013
Monday MourningThe room was cold / No traces of warmth / Awake in my bed
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Mar 25, 2013
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