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daniella-steele
daniella-steele
Sometimes I get tired of real life and decide to indulge in poetry.
Mama said "The sky is bright but the clouds are dark." Papa said "Your face is bright but your eyes are dark." Sister said "The world is bright but the people are dark." Brother said "You are bright but yet all you see is the dark." I am the light, I am the dark. We blend together, marbled in epiphanies of color and emptiness. The strings that play the music also hold my wrists and ankles and make me dance to a tune I can't sing along to. Untie me and see that when free, I fall. So don't let me go but always hold me back. I showed them more of me. Mama said "You're different." Papa said "When did this happen?" Sister said "Why did you let it consume you?" Brother said "You're completely gone." Believe me, I've lost my bearings. Help me, I'm so gone. Save me, I want to come home. I've missed everything, I miss it all. I know I've left your side and I can't find my way back. Don't leave me where I am even when I beg and plead. I showed them all. Mama said "Where did you go?" Papa said "Come back." Sister said "We miss you." Brother said "You don't have to be alone. But I already am. I am so alone. In the largest gatherings of the ones I love, I'm the most alone that I could be. The surface of the water is bright but what swims underneath is so dark.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
5/15/14 - 11:48 PM
Some boys will kiss you Some boys will **** you Some boys will love you But only one boy will die for you.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
boys
You said I love you. I say I love you more. But love is a prime number, and zero squared is still zero. r ~ 5/10/14
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Prime
Death, Should be an awfully big adventure.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Flying
The caress of your    hand like a      soft              spring shower The taste of your    lips like a      warm                June flower         You look at me like you mean to     kiss            But tease me with                     intoxicating       bliss I reach,       you touch,             I feel,                 you brush My   palpitating      skin against yours                     The melodic movements as you open           wondrous doors     Fiery passion        and adventurous feats Entice me with thoughts of our      nights under       the sheets.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
...intoxication...
High school high, from over there. Mechanical hips, wire hair. Low count sheets, cigarette burns. All alone, I have learned. Initiate what you will, we chase love until it's killed ****** winds across my room as I sleep, my body blooms On repeat, my hurt is blue don't feel bad you can hurt me, too.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Fracture
and the world was suddenly cold without you left breathless and heart racing thoughts, pictures, imagination run wild. come back... please?
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
restless
We work and sleep and eat and breathe Monotonous work, dull sleep, tasteless foods, stale air. No originality. No new ideas. Imagine that world. Where everything was forever recycled. instead of monotonous work, work for what you love instead of dull sleep, dream of adventures. instead of tasteless food, create new inventions And instead of stale air, take a deep breath of originality and... Write.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Write.
When kids pop more pills than balloons at a fair, take more rips from bongs than Beyblades, shake hands with ***** dollars and plastic bags, steal more money than hearts, are in more mugshots than family photos, **** more than war, sell more **** than lemonade, read more billboards than books, go through more girlfriends than socks in a week, text more than they write, inject more ****** than flu vaccinations, drink more beer than fruit punch, put their lips around more pipes than Popsicles, and die more than live; then we'll know we've failed them.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Then We'll Know We've Failed Them
The wind is whistling through my cracked windows and I'm trying to sing along because I think it might be the song you wrote for me. But now I can't keep up and I'm falling behind because the song was too much, too soon and I wanted it to be longer. I'm completely lost in the music now because I am just a pair of wind chimes among the thousands of others on the back porches of the lovers you've had. You were the wind and I was just simply one more pair of chimes singing your song.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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