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alcohol-goddess
macedonia An actress, poet and alcoholic. / Which one defines me best?
Tonight I am taking of all the gold i own. My bracelet The one showing that i belong to mother, My necklaces, those that bound me to my sisters, And the ring, In loving memory of my dead father. I shall hide the tattoo, The one i got because i wanted to celebrate the family of the ****** And I'll be mine once again. I'll belong to myself only As i once did. I will be that happy child For only ten minutes. Then i shall break my heart again And shackle it with its gold shackles
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
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I loved her. Not just because it was a sin, and i was the mother of sinners. Also because she made me realise that in my life, it is i who matter the most. So i took her advice and started loving myself. But from a far i loved her as well. She was my muse, my poem. Also, i was my own muse, my own poem.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
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And the night before i left home i had a dream. I dreamt of a beautiful little girl, just out of my womb, and a strong man holding my hand. And together, we were king and queen making a kingdom for our little princess. That was when i knew that everything will work out, despite the fact that i was a mere child of fifteen, leaving home, leaving my family. I was ready to start building a new life, fit for a queen, that shall rule alone until her king or queen comes along.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
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I am a ***** A feminist ***** And that is what society and people like you call me. I don't like you, i don't like your archaic and patriarchal way of thought. But i love you. Somewhere along the way i fell in love with you. Yet we broke up, despite the big love we shared. We broke up because there was no respect. You wanted to be my lover, my boyfriend and my husband. I want a partner. And that means respect.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
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I am searching, let that be known. Searching for a lost goddess, nursing her ***** bottle. I would recognize her, even if she looked nothing like herself. Because she would be the one with her head held high, even though she can barely walk. She would be the one, whom you thunk knows nothing of pain. But think again, or even better, search for a bottle of ***** marked with red lipstick.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Lost
Old lover, I will wait for you tonight. You will hear a song, sung between white sheets, sing with the voice of past queens. Yet my voice will be the loudest, i will be your goddess. You will scream, trying to protect yourself from the rage of a soulless poet. But it will end. And then, you will wake up from your nightmare, the goddess will be long gone, you will **** the voices of past queens.
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Voices of past queens
I am a gypsy wanderer. The only home I have ever known Is my body. And I destroy it. Those like me Can never have a home. So I fill my lungs With cigarette smoke, My skin with scars And my blood with *****
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Gypsy Wanderer
I remember, my mother would often tell me I am not alone. I wonder is she feeding the same lies to my niece? Oh mother, please don't lie to my baby girl, tell her the truth, tell her how alone she is. Tell her, that no one will be there for her, that no one will save her, unless she saves herself. And, I know I am a disgrace to you, but please tell her about her aunt, the one who loved her more than she loved herself. Tell her how much I loved her, and teach her how to fight alone. You ruined me, but in the name of everything you love, Save her.
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Save her
You see, i am not a singer. I am a sinner. I have no future like a lady, and my past is dodgy and shady, at best. Yet, you can rest. Even though I am a liar, i am not a murderer, nor a thief. Yes you will never know where you stand with me, but i could tell you. But you never wanted that, did you? You hoped for a weekend with the slutty girl, a week at most. You never wanted to hold me at my worst, only to admire me at my best. Well, i pity you, I pity you because you could not see the beauty that my chaos is.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
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