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MontyPie
MontyPie
16/Oregon indigo octarine
I feel the ghosts creeping. They are always watching around me. I don’t know if its from my front or my behind, but I know they know, they watch around these corners, I can’t even say they’re mine. not when they are lurking, From my front or my behind. I don’t see any faces, Their presence is enough. Did I walk in on something? Or are they looking for lunch? I need space from these ghosts, Or should I say one? It’s all tom foolery, I need my bed and some love..
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Ghost(s)?
Every time I look into the mirror, I see a different me Each time I reach into the closet Am I a he or she? As I open the door, I melt into the floor I can't stand this anticipation.. I don't feel like dancing but I'll make you look a fool I'm not into guessing but you look so cruel Show me your perception and I'll show you my intention Don't be second guessing because I know what you think I don't try to be incomprehensive But my love, you seem so demented Will you let me untie your seams? Through my closed eyes I am just a fly In a fishbowl, escaping into the night The traveling world circles through crystal clean lies The end is filled with detrimental violence. Not one soul speaks a word in the end.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 7:08 PM UTC
Fishbowl
I wish I were to be a book, Left to be unopened. Nobody reads books anymore. May the dust blanket me I'll try to not let it hinder me. For I know what wonderful words lie underneath. Because nobody reads books anymore, It's just me.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
Unopened
I've been wondering, maybe You've changed me in a beautiful way. I wanted to say that after all this time has passed, you still make me sway. Even at the thought of your beautiful face when I'm just goin at my own pace. My heart jumps and flutters when I'm in your embrace, Thank you for being my grace.
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
Hello, baby;)
Little by little, I am a puzzle being put together over the span of 15, almost 16 years and going.    I am waiting for each piece. I've tried forcing Time to find them for me, it ended up in complete desolation.    I can feel my soul being unstitched. I can feel my past lives wanting free.    But being literal, my flesh and Movements are being Analyzed by the great Above.    The almighty Powerful. To which I say **** you to.    Mind over Matter, is what I go by anyways. Any Authoritative Figure can **** it. Walk down this hall with me, I'll show you the restroom.    Walk through the kitchen, you might see the spirits past 10. Walk up these stairs, I'll show you my mind and everything else that comes with it.    Be careful of the door to the left, if you are let in you are clearly not one of my mind.    I know nothing lasts forever. At this rate, Temporary is keeping me alive.    The only thing I'll come close to accepting is a Long time.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
a poem about how i feel, who i am.
it was like we were both running in all directions until suddenly we collided and that's when i fell ... i wonder if you fell too?
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
untitled
a beautiful crier. a wonderful smiler. and good at making my bed feel like it's missing something.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
Jessie is..
On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm, I went to Astor Place and had a gypsy read my palm or maybe just my face. She said my heart was heavy and my head was stuffed with lies. But things like that weren't on my hand, they hid behind my eyes. The room is dull and dank and cold but at least I have a hand to hold.
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
Gypsy
Looking into your eyes was a new sort of comfortable. I was surprised I was so allured. You at ease made it feel like a warm breeze filling my insides, waking up the butterflies, yet I was embarrassed of ruining their sleep. The way you kept our gaze made me feel giddy, so I schemed and realized, your eyes had an overwhelming emotion of serendipity.
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
jessie