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Krystacheyenne
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Has my skin turned into chainmail, Or am I just heavy with missing you My hands shake, how could they not without you to hold them steady Has my heart turned into a ghost, Or did it just sneak off to be with you My mind wanders, how could it not without your heart to be my North Star
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Heavy With Missing You
Let me hold onto you Not like a leash Chaining you to the ground But a kite string Helping you learn to fly
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
Let Me Hold You
Do you think of your thoughts, or are they just drifting? Sifting, idly roaming your mind. Paying no mind to the time, or purpose, of thought. With no focus or drive, are you even present enough to wonder why?
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Are you there?
When you look in the mirror Which you do you see? Every second, every day you are a new you every single possible, and actual, possibility when you define yourself to one of your yous you trap yourself by limits when you tell the world who you are you don't let yourself be a new you you tie yourself to what who you claim to be I am me each second, each day I decide what that means.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Each second, each day
When, Silence is music to your eyes, Stillness to your ears tastes just right. When, The tick of the clock jumps through the souls of your hearts feet, All times beat at once. When, Done and to dos dance on your list The cadence of the pen of life checks. When, Your feet lie and your tongue runs, Eyes run round and toes blink across the ground. When?
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
It's meant to be when:
When you want to speak, but cant find the words When you can feel them in your mouth, but can’t spit them out You can see them just as much as you can’t It’s all right there but completely gone Can you feel the ghost on your tongue Simultaneously in the palm of your hand, and just out of reach. Close your eyes, can you see it more clearly Can you open yourself and just let it come in Or do you need to double down and search Can you realize you're lost without knowing you’re unfound Weigh down forever like a shadow that laughs at light, unafraid Open your eyes and unclench your jaw How can you see without looking? How can you answer what hasn't been asked?
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Unfound
The hardest part about everything is everything is so hard Back to front it envelopes, I don't know just where it starts I’m not loathsome, I’m lonesome but the feelings not far apart My compass pulls me North, does your heart feel mine reaching out Like the prints on my tips, is your kiss on my lips Forever feeling the lack of you, the absence lingers heavy in the air
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
1am kind of miss you
You tried to burn me down I tried to burn you down Instead of charcoal We became a crackle We tried to burn it down but we lit each other up Our hearts became kindling Melded together, fed the fire Our breaths tried to blow it out Swirling together, stoking the embers We tried to be just a flame We became a bonfire.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
The fire not the flame
I wanted numb I wanted to be a certain thing I wanted to release myself to the wave of the world I wanted to be taken away and washed on shore But I don't want to feel nothing I can that feel with the rawest sting The burn of life pulses through my bones and prickles at my skin You can pour water on me to put me out, I will sizzle and smoke and rise higher and more fiercely Laughing as I look you in the eye. I used to think with my eyes downcast even when closed. Behind a wall, shielding me, protecting me from having to follow my dreams Of the boredom that comes with passionately saying, ‘this is what I love!’ Because, how tedious is it to commit to your dreams? How boring to practice and practice and practice and practice. Just saying the word, practice feels like practice for something. Practice, Practice, Practice Practice.. It’s uncomfortable It is off-putting Too many words, and the flow is all of. It’s. Not. The. Right. Rhythm. or.the.right.feel, esmegnsiht osklo gnorw. So, I’d rather go numbly through life biding my life by till someone does it for me? No one is going to tell me who I am. No one is going to know my thoughts, or hear my voice, Unless or until I open my mouth and tell them. Every thought I think is a statement So every move I make must matter. My voice is my strength and my gift It should be weird that people don’t know that about me. I am not the timid voice with roaring inner thoughts kept to myself. How can other people know me for how I know me if I don’t tell them who I am. So here it goes. This is who I am. This is what I will fight for. The discovery of self. The belief in self. The belief in my dreams. The discovery of my dreams.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
Standing.
I wanted numb I wanted to be a certain thing I wanted to release myself to the wave of the world I wanted to be taken away and washed on shore But I don't want to feel nothing I can that feel with the rawest sting The burn of life pulses through my bones and prickles at my skin You can pour water on me to put me out, I will sizzle and smoke and rise higher and more fiercely Laughing as I look you in the eye. I used to think with my eyes downcast even when closed. Behind a wall, shielding me, protecting me from having to follow my dreams Of the boredom that comes with passionately saying, ‘this is what I love!’ Because, how tedious is it to commit to your dreams? How boring to practice and practice and practice and practice. Just saying the word, practice feels like practice for something. Practice, Practice, Practice Practice.. It’s uncomfortable It is off-putting Too many words, and the flow is all of. It’s. Not. The. Right. Rhythm. or.the.right.feel, esmegnsiht osklo gnorw. So, I’d rather go numbly through life biding my life by till someone does it for me? No one is going to tell me who I am. No one is going to know my thoughts, or hear my voice, Unless or until I open my mouth and tell them. Every thought I think is a statement So every move I make must matter. My voice is my strength and my gift It should be weird that people don’t know that about me. I am not the timid voice with roaring inner thoughts kept to myself. How can other people know me for how I know me if I don’t tell them who I am. So here it goes. This is who I am. This is what I will fight for. The discovery of self. The belief in self. The belief in my dreams. The discovery of my dreams.
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I think therefore I am? Does that mean I am what I think? Can’t I practice what I preach or must I be bound to the thoughts that produce themselves show unwelcome with no signs of departing leaving me heaving and seething that is not who I am I am who I want to be who I decide to be so how do I explain what I have become is this really me? Sad and lonely and scared to be free maybe for a moment but I’m on my way to my self
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
on my way to my self