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F I am a floating notion but I do not exist
blanket of blue wrapped around me some time long ago it can get hot and muggy but i don't really mind it's the color of blue something new maybe it's mine oh blanket of blue how true of you to finally let me in i'll let you grab and tangle me so long as you don't cave in you wrap yourself around my neck and linger there a few soft and heavy breathing as tears begin to spew blanket of blue how cruel of you to leave me here like this your soft touch captured my sense as i cry here for you you wrap yourself a little tighter dashing away my hope you sure love turning my lips to your shade of blue
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Blanket
Callused fingers run along the strings of the chord A riveting hum echos through the wood A note or two before it starts The riveting beat of your own heart
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
HeartStrings
i can feel your arms wrap around me like a big soft blanket your smooth fingers graze my head gently the darkness of your cloak is so soothing as if the colors itself could envelope me you smell of nothing only a soft scent of something fresh yet old you whispher sweet nothings in my ear telling me to not let go my eyes droop into the warmth tired and exausted but then i sense the scent of something sweet my body awakens as something walks nearer the warmth of a light drives away the comfort of the cloak i feel bare yet warm my eyes open again revealing a child who wears a yellow dress barely reaching above their knees it smiles at me such happiness pours into me i crack a smile it holds a hand for me to take i give it a finger its tiny hands grasp around it pulling me somewhere we begin to walk my eyes widening i rip my finger from its grasp it looks confused but i only shake a head my body trembles i run back to the cloak for its arms to devour me again the familiar warmth kisses me as the process starts over again the cloak whispers sweet nothings to me like a mother comforting her child she says theres nothing for you but me
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
The Cloak Or The Hand
The sun shone bright against the clear blue sky The waves pushed to and fro making paste from the sand Seagulls cried to the others ashore as their shadows shaded my eyes A cool ocean breeze passed through oh it feels so grand I lift my eyes up to the sky as skin stretches into a smile I wish to shout but I like it how I could be here forever All I can hear is someting that stands from a mile A being, no, somebody, no, either way something kept calling never It only lingers in my head but soon I was walking to the body The water was cold and warm as it gently licked at my feet The water was like a friend inviting me in like I was cloddy Yet as my toes dug slowly in the sand my feet walking deeper beneathe This is very much a situation I find the ocean to be very funny And so I laugh I laugh until my sides hurt The water is now up to my neck my body slowly turning gummy I just stand there salt clings onto my shirt The ocean gently rocks me as it takes me away from the pain And which I call to life I will be alright
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Salty Water Is Painless Water
day by day i realize everything i miss about you was never there in the first place -the person i fell in love with was a mirage
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Untitled
i have always wondered why i wrote from a boys perspective. is it easier. i dont know. i make sentences about boys who find love in girls. weird. i cant say. its not that i too am attracted to girls. its more or less that i write these boys to love these girls because thats how i want a boy to feel and think about me. i suppose so. but i believe other girls deserve these boys then me. for i dont believe these words are ment for me. i create these boys through sewn words for the girls who have wanted someone to look at them like they want boys to. to talk to them like they want boys to. to feel like they want that special someone to. ah. what even is this. maybe i write nothing and have bad rythme. who knows. its hard to opinionize myself. but i guess this will suffice.
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
just a thought about love and words
there is us in the world and the world is us we create this world to be safe and helpless we create this world where I can freely touch you but theres a sadness to you i know you are just a creation of what i want you to be of who i want to you be to do to say why are you here you are just a creation you are the comfort to my pain and yet you cannot even leave my mind its not physically possible to i wish for you to touch me to hold me to tell me its gonna be okay why must you be imaginary cant you just be real
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
Just My Imagination
I am the king of my pieces, where the king owns the game, my pawns are gone, my knights are slain, my rookes have fleed, and my castles decayed, all is left is me and my Queen, she protects me, like a cloak of safety, I don't want to end like this, no, not this way, in this game of where the king controls, I want to save her, I want to protect her its not supposed to be the other way, I try to help, I am useless, I am weak, I cannot do such thing, it is not in my power to, I'm afraid to lose my Queen,
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Kings and Queens
Your words touched me dearly But I wish you would see who I am I would like to read you I want to read every word written down Not just your binding or title But your tale I want to read from begining to end I promise not to bend or rip the precious paper If anything I want to etch your words into my own Though my spine is not doing so well I'm not intrested in stealing your spine I only want to admire it I know I'm asking a lot when I say I only want to open your book
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Tales Beyond the Spine
I have these fingers that are slower then my thoughts in my mind I am afraid that I will get caught in the tangle of a world that trys to **** me with every swirl my world is neither turned upside down but rather reverse in the way I walk with the things I say but all I couldn't do was talk I dont want to ask for help But instead scream within my eyes that I am not alright and would like some company right next to me but no I cant even ask for that cause I have issues that include trusting ones who can love I want to fix this by myself but I know better then to go looking somewhere else and all I need is just to breath and tell myself I'll be okay
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Everythings Okay