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documentatingmythoughts
i find perspective in writing
You know what I like? People who don't discuss people but rather when they open their mouths there's a different vibe. The questions they ask make you feel alive as you decide Like "Do animals commit suicide?" "Would you die if it meant your beloved could live forever?" "Let's say you did , what if they didn't want to live because y'all were no longer together?" Then that's the waste of a wish, I like people who think of that kinda stuff. I say the cup's half full, you say the cup is half empty, & they're like "how deep is the cup?"
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Do animals commit suicide?
Channel your energy. When you are in pain, use that energy to write. Feel the flow from your frustration, your anger, your pain. Feel it move from your thoughts, to your fingers, and watch it appear as letters, as words, as poetry, as art. I write best when I am in pain. My mind is screaming but the words are pouring out. The blank page is my canvas. I fill it with my pain. I add colour. I add red. Or, if I am sad, I add blue.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
A Healing Tool
love is messy it is not perfect. it is a rollercoaster; a ******* wild ride. it goes up, up, up and then when you think it can't get any better, it crashes and tumbles and suddenly you're left at 3am crying intertwined between tear stained pillows and crumpled empty bed sheets. it goes down, down, down and then one hug makes you realise that home is his arms and that hearing his heartbeat is like hearing your favourite song and that a kiss planted on your forehead makes you feel as if heaven truly exists. don't expect it to be even. don't expect it to be monotone. it is anything but that. if you want a true love, it will be a wild love.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
wild
i sometimes feel as if growing older has done me more harm than good. it killed my innocence my naiveness my purity my ability to not think. but mostly it killed the way my brain could make colours and the way i saw love and the way i saw life.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
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Words being whispered are often far more powerful than words being said.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
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i like poetry because i can transform mere words into art and add eyeblinding colour to dull text to remind others that they are not alone and that feelings are feelings and you are allowed to feel and that even though the world is big you are not in any way, small.
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
reasons why i like to write
As a writer I just want my words to reach out With nimble hands And play the bright strings of light that connect us Like a harp To send vibrations through the world Along these passage ways And maybe stumble along Finding the red strings to peoples hearts And pluck at them lightly Sending out notes A bit deeper than before In hopes of reminding them How important it is To feel something .
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
What I want
We saw many shooting stars that night And each time I would wish for the same thing. I wished that you would live a life full of love, happiness and adventure. That's all I want for you. And if my wish comes true, I will be happy, too.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
On A Shooting Star
We looked up at the galaxy And I was connecting the stars in my mind They scattered the sky like your freckles under your eyes And I was making pictures whilst feeling the warmth from your hand. And it was like our souls merged into one Because I felt you, and you felt alive. And in that moment, things seemed perfect. We were untouchable from the rest of this ghastly cruel world. You asked me if you could be mine forever. You made me promise. And I did. I'll be yours forever. And if by some chance, this universe denies us of that Please know I'll be with you in your heart And you will be in mine. I'm not one for broken promises. But you already know that.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
On A Starry Night
I love you. Every piece of you. Every dark and light thought.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
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