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TemporaryTallie
16/F/TX And from the chaos of her soul, there flowered beauty.
Do you ever look in the mirror and not recognize yourself
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Mirror image
The pretty girl who smiles during the day Often has the most to cry about at night.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
Pretty girl.
I used to be neon pink Smile wide and radiant Everything is great, I would think Then I started to go silent Here I am, neon I am not Light bulbs gone dead I used to talk quite a lot Now it’s all in my head Colors been drawn out Not drawn, strained Stuck in an eternal drought I’m afraid it’s unexplained
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
Here I am, neon I am not.
Douse yourself in lighter fluid Burn all in your quake Feel the fire roar Allow the flames to breathe After being burned for so long You deserve to be lit
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
Feel the fire roar.
The words won’t string together I type and type Backspace. Backspace. Thoughts pour like a waterfall They plummet to the bottom. Splash. Splash. Plunk. Tears fall like love A girl falls in love. The guy never catches. Thunk. “Ouch”
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
Backspace.
Hands grasp at nothing Feet slip and slide Down the hole I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out I’m in the hole I see myself, three years younger I’ve fallen back into old patterns All those years I spent climbing out I’m back in the hole I see myself, three years younger I always hated mirrors.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Falling into old patterns.
My parental people yell My misguided mind melts My hurting heart hasn’t healed My passion puffs out My tenacious thoughts tumble My time trickles out I’m loosing my liveliness
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Tenacious thoughts tumble.
I’m so alone The tears can’t stop flowing Yelling never ends My heart stabs There’s too many thoughts The tears can’t stop flowing My puzzle pieces won’t fit My puzzle pieces refuse to fit I’m so alone
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
My puzzle pieces refuse to fit.
We all know the feeling. When you can feel the words. When you can feel them begging to be pulled from your mind. You can feel them straining to be written. But when the pens starts to move The words jumble and tumble Overflowing all at once Not making an ounce of sense They beg to be pulled But when you open the door They only fall on top of one another And all they seem to do is smother
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Straining to be written.
Be the colors that scream at you to look at them Be the dress full of life with a torn hem Be the feet that never stop dancing Be the sailor looking through his binoculars, glancing Be the wind that swirls with all its might Be the blanket that provides warmth at night Be the girl full of life Don’t just be someone’s wife
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
The girl full of life.