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elliesthoughts
elliesthoughts
22/F/Britain poems about my thoughts written from my bed.
I wonder if I’ll ever know, Who I really am.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Thoughts Just Before Sleep
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME I like to say your name when you're not here turn you into sound conjure you out of thin air so that you appear before me dressed in sound only memory sketching in the rest of you as if sound was just an outline and love colours you in adding the voice last so I can hear you say. "Hello you..!" and there you are as present as present can be. I like to say your name when you're not there.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME
"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Untitled
Like fireflies, they dance around my head, teasing, promising resolution. I can't catch them, too quick for my heavy hands. Movement on my fingertips, but the light dims just as fast. Frustration closes my eyes. Defeat sweeps my mind clean. ... My eyes snap open, The light blinding, and finally, pen can meet paper.
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
#3: thoughts
you gentle soul smooth creature the one who loves through grace and moves unapologetically i love you especially
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
Special Kind
you dip, you turn, you smudge, but yet you seem still and desolate, vibrant colours from your reflection, smothered by the disease of life, it injects itself into everyone but, people know not of its presence; you seem to be the only one.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
"the grey everyday"
Strangeness is what's still keeping me alive And making me happy.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
Strangeness
When we read We live a thousand lives; When we write, We relive our own.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
Read
A zip runs from my forehead to my bellybutton Pull it down step out fresh and new and clean "you ruined me," I say at the sobbing sick-stained fat thrown on the bathroom floor For all She's done you still can't see Her beauty.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
#2: bodysuit