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faithcavalier
faithcavalier
19/Cisgender Female I am a junior English major/French minor student at The University of Southern Mississippi. Poetry is my lie.
1. you fly with broad shoulders stuff your mouth full of Wonder Bread and call yourself a saint strum a note and make it discord - breath swirls like wind 2. look deep into the cracks of your skin - could you please stop calling me that! if anything could phase you it would have to be a plane, only they can cut through clouds. 3. my first collector edition model placed on a desk near my window i see birds flying through your hair outside. you picked one up and tossed it in the river 4. do you find it easier to steal from a child or do you think adults fall harder under pressures you put onto others? either way, a hurricane is coming and we all hope you are being safe
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
nothin but a user
flecks of sugar could be found in your taste buds as I search them with my tongue, you begin to open
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
miss
I guess I could've stopped the end of the world - left in rotting and tumbling into cheeto dust, licking the residue off my fingers. but I didn't want to I flicked my tongue and pieced the shapes back together, destroying my own form in the process it was worth it because I knew that the butterflies would fly again, you see
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
hot sauce
My true love has my heart in his hand, mine.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Mine (10W)
Singing to myself, rain thuds on my roof. All by myself, I get lonely at night. I can only imagine your soft touch, or even inhale the scent of your hair. The biggest mistake I ever made was accepting the hatred you had for me. Whenever I should have taken your hands, I cut off my own.
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Ice Bucket Challenge
Loose strands of hair fall over his thigh. It's not a metaphor. I am giving myself to a guy I love. Tell me it's okay. I'm hoping to fall into more than just your lap. Rolling hips and bruised lips. Have I been before? Dignity seemed to be more of a factor then. Maybe if I drown myself in hatred, I'll look more lovely. I'm only begging for you back; the way I'm doing it is necessary. You loved me once, so what's the difference now? Don't be blind, my love. It's so obvious that she can't love you like I do.
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
Useless
It is not supposed to be like this. The tears, they're supposed to disappear. And I told myself it would not end up like this again. No, I promised myself that I would not let it get this bad. This is all wrong, and I can not bring myself to tear away from your gaze.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Right back down the same road
An old man looks up at me with a toothless grin, and a sparkle in his eyes. I watch as his feeble hands reach up to the sky in hopes of becoming youthful once again. A teacher passes by me in the hall, and she looks me over as if I’m nothing. Little does she know that I sit in her class every day, thinking of how much she inspires me. The lights flicker on and off in my head almost as much as in this classroom. The girl beside me won't quit clicking her tongue, and restlessly flirting with the boy in front. I’m going mad in here. The girl with long hair is reading nonstop. She's never been in love before. I always get the update of the offers she gave out the day before. It's calming to know some girls are insane.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Untitled
you are cigarette sticks just lit, you are a fresh wound on an old stitch. a disorder spun out of control, watching as madness takes hold - clutch breaks - what happens next - your life begins to unfold. creases form like scars that never quite leave, mistakes we break, we drown and we bleed. i can't live without them is the greatest lie: love kills you from the inside out, toxic chemicals rampage fire through your veins: hooked, hooked, hooked lined and sunk; funny how we continue to live with it only because we die with it.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
addiction
maybe it was the best mistake of your life, maybe it wasn't even a mistake at all. whatever it is, i hope you felt it was worth it, for the ache in my stomach still gnaws at me from time to time, and the holes in my heart have yet to be stitched up completely. for what it was worth, i thought we could've been spectacular if only we had (you had) the bravery to try.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
for what it's worth