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fallingangel
18/F I don't usually share my work. I hate it. I also despise people in general with few exceptions. I find people to be a flock of sheep with a sheep like mentality. In other words: There's no individuality without being judged for it. Don't judge me.
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Every story begins with an end: a lost love, the end of a war, the end of a friendship. My story begins with the completion of a bracelet. Each charm holds my story- a hope, a wish, a dream, and a story in my heart just waiting to be told…. A butterfly hangs on my wrist- a constant reminder of my wish- ugly like a caterpillar, I feel, to go through metamorphosis I wish. A home rests on my skin- a reminder of my dream- unhappy at home, I long for a change, A happy home, full of life, I dream. There is an anchor on this tiny wrist oof mine- incessantly reminding me that there is no need to float in the malevolence and dark of the world- longing to be anchored to the world, I make a dream, to find something to hold me here is my hope, my dream, my wish. The moon hangs on my wrist- an incessant reminder that I am never alone- afraid in the dark I find myself, a light in the dark of night is my hope. A star from the sky dangles on my wrist- a wish that nary a dream nor a hope can fill- darkened by my life, I long to change, to get over my “sickness,” to be happy, I wish. A little girl smiles at me every day- a little boy smiles up next to her- reminding me that I have eleven years to make up for, that I have something, someone worth living for. A little girl, a little girl that looks so much like me, to come back to my baby siblings is my beacon of hope, my reason to keep on keeping on. A bass clef remains with me at all times- a constant reminder that I can and will survive- disheartened by the life I live, I dream, the promise I made, my way to save the day. A guitar rocks on on my wrist- a promise to myself- I can survive, I say, just like rock ‘n’ roll never dies- a song for every broken heart, the promise was made now I must find a way. I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve one too many times, so now I wear it on my wrist- a reminder of my hope, my wish, my dream- alone with no love I find myself, to find love is my wish. A sparrow lies on my wrist in midflight reminding me that like a sparrow I can fly but no matter how hard I try I cannot touch the sky. A flower lays next to it reminding me that like a flower I can grow but no matter what I say I cannot grow alone. A book is open on my wrist- an insistent promise of a sweet escape- longing for a happy ending, I dream a way to escape is my wish. A phoenix burns on my wrist- an incessant reminder of my pain, a symbol of hope and rebirth, a reminder that I was born to die, and I will die to live, but what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts? a talisman for my life, I wish, to rise from the ashes is my dream. An ancient dragon slumbers on me- an immortal power, an unimaginable being, an indescribable strength, an unrelenting force. Useless like a mouse, I feel. To have strength and power in my life, a futile quest, I find myself on. A lock and key keeps my secrets safe, Hidden on my wrist- An ancient confession of a forsaken love, a lost embrace from another life, a forgotten kiss from an ancient love, a distant wish, and a promise I must keep before I move onto the next life….
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
fallingangel
Survival
Every story begins with an end: a lost love, the end of a war, the end of a friendship. My story begins with the completion of a bracelet. Each charm holds my story- a hope, a wish, a dream, and a story in my heart just waiting to be told…. A butterfly hangs on my wrist- a constant reminder of my wish- ugly like a caterpillar, I feel, to go through metamorphosis I wish. A home rests on my skin- a reminder of my dream- unhappy at home, I long for a change, A happy home, full of life, I dream. There is an anchor on this tiny wrist oof mine- incessantly reminding me that there is no need to float in the malevolence and dark of the world- longing to be anchored to the world, I make a dream, to find something to hold me here is my hope, my dream, my wish. The moon hangs on my wrist- an incessant reminder that I am never alone- afraid in the dark I find myself, a light in the dark of night is my hope. A star from the sky dangles on my wrist- a wish that nary a dream nor a hope can fill- darkened by my life, I long to change, to get over my “sickness,” to be happy, I wish. A little girl smiles at me every day- a little boy smiles up next to her- reminding me that I have eleven years to make up for, that I have something, someone worth living for. A little girl, a little girl that looks so much like me, to come back to my baby siblings is my beacon of hope, my reason to keep on keeping on. A bass clef remains with me at all times- a constant reminder that I can and will survive- disheartened by the life I live, I dream, the promise I made, my way to save the day. A guitar rocks on on my wrist- a promise to myself- I can survive, I say, just like rock ‘n’ roll never dies- a song for every broken heart, the promise was made now I must find a way. I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve one too many times, so now I wear it on my wrist- a reminder of my hope, my wish, my dream- alone with no love I find myself, to find love is my wish. A sparrow lies on my wrist in midflight reminding me that like a sparrow I can fly but no matter how hard I try I cannot touch the sky. A flower lays next to it reminding me that like a flower I can grow but no matter what I say I cannot grow alone. A book is open on my wrist- an insistent promise of a sweet escape- longing for a happy ending, I dream a way to escape is my wish. A phoenix burns on my wrist- an incessant reminder of my pain, a symbol of hope and rebirth, a reminder that I was born to die, and I will die to live, but what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts? a talisman for my life, I wish, to rise from the ashes is my dream. An ancient dragon slumbers on me- an immortal power, an unimaginable being, an indescribable strength, an unrelenting force. Useless like a mouse, I feel. To have strength and power in my life, a futile quest, I find myself on. A lock and key keeps my secrets safe, Hidden on my wrist- An ancient confession of a forsaken love, a lost embrace from another life, a forgotten kiss from an ancient love, a distant wish, and a promise I must keep before I move onto the next life….
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