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annie-melanie-huynh
annie-melanie-huynh
21/F Welcome to the inner workings of my mind!
Do you ever get lost in the moment? Everything but your mind is completely still, and everything seems to just pass you by. Just sitting there, with your mind fixated on one thing, drowning everything else out but that singular thought. Your feet are on the ground, but you’ve never had your head float this high into the clouds. Then all of a sudden you realize just how far away you’ve gone. You begin to see in slow motion, drowning out all of the sounds. You’re completed suspended in your own little world, just waiting to come d o w n.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
Suspended
Ends frayed, We were unraveling. Piece by piece, Thread by thread, We were becoming undone. We never cut ties, You just stopped. But maybe that was because Anything we ever had Had already died.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Undone
Loving you was like the ocean I fell deeper every second Engulfing waves crashing over me Drowning me in the thought of you - of us I looked up at the sky above me Clouded by the fear that you’ll leave me And after you made me face my fears, by leaving The rain came down through my eyes It poured for days, months And it kept on raining Oceans, the sky, the rain They were all the same They were all blue And loving him was no different Loving him was blue
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Blue
Interconnected webs of string, strategically woven and knotted, and adorned with beautifully painted beads. Some way, somehow, this hand-crafted creation is said to hold captive all nightmares that had ever dawned on me. What an immaculate thing this could turn out to be, if it were to play its part, even when we are not asleep. Because truth is, the real demons that we have, are not only those that appear in our nightmares, but rather the ones we fight day to day.
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
Dream Catcher
You broke my heart and stole pieces from me Secrets, my body, and even my memory. Now it feels like there is a hole in my chest this sick, sad feeling I can not put to rest. I need to fill this void quick perhaps this Little One will do the trick.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
Untitled
Sulfurous smell Please seal your lips Not a word you shall tell Nobody would heed your tip Narrow mindedness, Selective thinking Has caused you blindness Do us a favor - please stop speaking
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
Please Stop Speaking
We could a learn thing or two from nature Darkness is truly reassuring Look to the fall of night For that is when all is brought to light Watch how the winged creature flutters Forget all that you have read Good things never last That's why fireflies flash
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
Fireflies
"Life is like photography We develop from the negatives"
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
Photography
Not everything is as clear cut As black and white But my love for you is as obvious As day and night
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Black and White
Lend me your hand, drape your fingers over me and relax. Trace the outline of my body, barely coming into contact with my supple skin. Use my skin as your ballroom floor, as your fingers dance to a beautiful ballad. Have me lingering onto the last touch, and yearning for the next. Glide over every inch of me, bring forth goosebumps to my surface. For if your fingertips were pens - and I, paper, my entire body would be inked with your love. Let not a single space on my skin go untouched, don’t let any part of me fade and disappear.   Cover me in your penmanship, and make my existence permanent.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Fingertips