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emily-jane
emily-jane
Her eyes were dark, the life ****** right out of them. lips chapped, dehydration. cheeks sunken in, deprivation. the pale face staring back at the person she had let her broken heart turn her into. the broken heart that was transforming, mutating, and morphing her once beautiful blissful life into her own personal hell.
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
reflections
Thinking about you gives me a pit in my stomach. hitting deep to the core of everything that pesters, harasses, and eats me up. holding my head as if somehow that erases the memories of the agony piercing. but you, are permanent. Never changing. Wiping my eyes of everything that is you. A tear for the laughter and a tear for the pain.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
The Big One
Lets hide away. Lock our selves in a little room, our skin will touch and our entire beings will become one. you will look at me and no words will ever be needed. our communication based on simple looks alone. our story like a Bon Iver love song. a poetic jumble of melancholy bliss. and our love will be shared by just us two. No one will be there to infect it to make it something we know that it most certainly is not. Lets hide away.
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
A Cabin in the Woods
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
Addiction
Lying on the chair bracing myself when the gun begins to buzz. Butterflies attacking my heart While it races so quickly it becomes a life Of its own with no body to control it. And the needle emerges. Ink seeping into the holes in my skin, Flash floods rushing in the desert. Unexpected feelings, hurting so good. Satisfaction coming with each letter. Branding me with memories: indelible ink. Concentration in the eye of the artist. Each moment being savored, as one letter Forms into the next on an empty canvas That soon will be a masterpiece. These words on me for an eternity as a reminder of the people who live In my heart just the same.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
Branded
Why? Why can I not communicate? My words are jumbled and my thoughts Seem to be lost. As they put these restraints on my wrists I want to tell you how bad it hurts. The doctors are talking, prodding, poking. They act as if I am not even human. They act as if I am not worth saving, But looking at you Watching you cry, feeling your hand on mine, I know that is not true. I am trying to hold on. I am trying to give this one last shot. But I feel like David, trying to take down Goliath. And it is getting harder and harder. Someone is calling my name in the distance. Telling me everything will be okay. And when I look up, Everything goes white.
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
No Stones In My Sling Shot
You wake up, Ask me for something as simple as a glass of milk. But as my duty as a younger sister, Like a daughter being told to pick up her toys I didn’t want to do what You asked me to. You’re eyes were that of the constellations, I didn’t understand them. I knew You were trying to cry out to me, Why didn’t i listen? Sirens all around us. The sound like a cicada, blaring on a summer night. Why couldn’t I understand? When will I ever understand? Sometimes I sit awake in my bed, Trying to fit all the pieces together. The difficulty as intense as a 1000 piece puzzle. No one could ever be in my place and Maybe I don’t want them to. Maybe I would be happier if I sat like those cows, Out in the middle of the field. No one to bother them, no one around to have To explain their feelings to. The friction between me and my emotions Is like that of two opposing magnets. They just wont quite come together, But still I try to force them. Sometimes I still think about that day. And sometimes even accidentally wish I were back, To be taken back to the time where you Were still in that bed. No one around. Just me and just You. No one around, just Your body, at a slant. Like the horizon, so far out of reach But maybe id be happier that way. The thought is almost jarring. But my mind always wanders. Like it should be put on a leash, One of those harnesses. Almost like the harness on a 5 year old In Disney land. How do You go from asking me a simple question, to being G O N E
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
Matthew Steven
You wake up, Ask me for something as simple as a glass of milk. But as my duty as a younger sister, Like a daughter being told to pick up her toys I didn’t want to do what You asked me to. You’re eyes were that of the constellations, I didn’t understand them. I knew You were trying to cry out to me, Why didn’t i listen? Sirens all around us. The sound like a cicada, blaring on a summer night. Why couldn’t I understand? When will I ever understand? Sometimes I sit awake in my bed, Trying to fit all the pieces together. The difficulty as intense as a 1000 piece puzzle. No one could ever be in my place and Maybe I don’t want them to. Maybe I would be happier if I sat like those cows, Out in the middle of the field. No one to bother them, no one around to have To explain their feelings to. The friction between me and my emotions Is like that of two opposing magnets. They just wont quite come together, But still I try to force them. Sometimes I still think about that day. And sometimes even accidentally wish I were back, To be taken back to the time where you Were still in that bed. No one around. Just me and just You. No one around, just Your body, at a slant. Like the horizon, so far out of reach But maybe id be happier that way. The thought is almost jarring. But my mind always wanders. Like it should be put on a leash, One of those harnesses. Almost like the harness on a 5 year old In Disney land. How do You go from asking me a simple question, to being G O N E
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