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ebraxton
learn to love.
The most delicate form of beauty plucked from a metaphor a simile for beauty made from the softest fibers of earth the eyelashes of the mother herself positioned to perfection framing the faces of flowers of every stem the petals turn to look at me and I dust their existence onto my cheeks
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
petal
As the waves crash on the eastern shore We dip our feet in the calm sea of the west The sun has only began to arise Bright with orange hope of noon beginnings The sky looks like bright paint on a gray canvas Soon we lay in the sand The sun dries until only salt is left in our hair and skin And you kiss the palm of my hand Our breathing is slowed Our lids drag and get very low As if the light is like weight on our eyes Too afraid to fall asleep Because of sunburn And the fact that we will miss time with each other The sun beams on the western shells Glittering like diamonds we pick them up and present The gift of everlasting friendship Never forget me even when you slumber When the eastern shore is full of pain and thunder The shells will glitter The sun will hold you our friendship my love will always ring true The sky will be blue And here I will stand Waiting for you to join me Resting in the sand
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Eastern Shore
Life is bleak eyes are low my wrists are weak I think of nothing no desire to eat hollowed and thin bones rattle lullabies to my sleeping thoughts of suicide They are the only things that sleep the rest of me lays awake at night forcing slumber on a girl held tight by memories that burn behind her eyes My chest feels compressed each drag of breath I'm dreaming about death The sky looks cracked to me The earth is split My inner demons escaping from their pit Nothing really matters We are all going to die So why should I live like this? Never happy with the feel of life's kiss
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
Depression
I pass back smoking dark not black more like blue smoking memories of you i inhale the breath of pain exhale the pain of breathing this sting has taught me smoking does not alleviate hurt it stores it away hidden until you come back down like you're collecting your bags after a night out on the town you drag your bags home holding your breath so you can roll another lie to ease your distress and you burn with the rest sneak out of your home borrow money from your brother you're starting to act just like your mother you find a spot you can call your own and smoke up your loud just to sit on some clouds within a few hours you are back where you started wondering why the drugs look dark not quite black but more or less blue they have become a part of you.
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
drugs
I have seen a thousand sunrises Mornings where I wake up and everything feels alright excited for the day When the ends of my mind have not started to fray
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
sun for my moon
Light pitched across the room breaks the dusty pane Mind stirring in pretend anticipation It is morning
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Morning
Late in the night I am awoken By my mind ready to dance My twisted conscience woos me Into a heart yearning trance Reality takes the floor It dips me into a pool of my own sensuality Society wants my hand next We foxtrot into a dangerous waltz As my world begins to spin My two left feet hold up my broken frame And doubt twirls into my view This night goes on forever dancing without shoes Without support Without a heart Because family says they know it is a “phase” it tears me apart
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Phases
skin on skin brush your lips on mine grab my waist drag me closer to you skin on skin pull me up dip me down into you my flesh tingles as our smooth friction turns into passion like a chemical reaction we change with each other our bodies collide your love turns my tides as i sway in your arms my knees weak and my patience thin because of our skin to skin
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
sos
my feelings are a garden my heart is a blossom sunlight shines through my thin skin on my delicate petals my hands are a canary yellow daffodils in a sea of green leaves cover the roots of my life so that you can only see the beautiful flower gazing into a new future on a hill overlooking the river of the past a little wooden fence surrounds the garden protecting the bulbs and blooms from the world my soul is a gate locking in the moisture of love my feelings are a garden that I'm growing for you.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
gardens
I was walking with you On the path of thorns Nothing but moonlight guiding us In this enchanted forest A tree with gnarled roots Turns to ask me How much for your soul? How much are you willing to give me If I take this pain away So dear tree with ****** up branches Have my sanity I can't use it Have my pride and respect I don't need it O tree with venomous fruit Have my love. My love is twisted just like you I'm sick sick. I'm sick and broken Tired of green invading my winters The tree gave me three things Alcohol. Xanax. **** Then one more so I'd have four A knife I have a promising life It was as fragile as butterfly wings. Gentle enough to sit at the end of the knife That the ***** tree slipped into my bag. I slit them. These wrists filled with thick black blood Pumping at all time slow My heart rates on a no because it's time to go My time is up I don't want to be in this forest with you Take me out tree Take me out tree He drags me into the thickness thickness I'm not crazy i promise this really happened. What did you say? Who is coming? Oh I'm sorry let me fix this hello! Let me write this for you I'm a little crazy like times two But whatever I'm okay I think My minds cluttered like a dish filled sink I can do you a poem A poem A poem A poem I can do you a poem I think
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Convo with my dad(aka a crazy person)