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jade-quirk
jade-quirk
When it's my birthday People will ask my age They'll say, "You're not actual 18 Until this 7:12pm today" And I will politely  Tell them to go away.
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Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
just a b-day
I feel the gloom come to me when I was alone in the parking lot. It told me that I didn't want to be. I knew that if I sat long enough I wouldn't know the difference between It and me. Today was a good enough day. Why can't I ever be good enough?
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
Alone after shift
I was a curious child, as all children should be. My parents let me keep my dislodged teeth. I started collecting, I wanted to have a full smile. Not only that, But I had red clay that I made heads with; How cool, would that be, If I could make one with a smile? Needless to say, I didn’t have many friends. What I had were smiling heads.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
COLLECTING TEETH
They’ll check your wrists, But not your thighs, They’ll check your smile, But not your eyes They’ll avoid the truth, Believe the lies, Nothing to sooth, No reason to cry, Our smiles are bright, Eyes are a bit dull, Wrists are clean despite, The blade with an emotional pull, And we’re emotionally unstable, But they say that’s okay, We are all a bit of a riddle, But that’s the only thing we can convey, And the world will open to swallow us up, But that’s okay, at least our habits remain, And when their arms finally open up, We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame, So we paint a smile with the color of red, From the thighs they didn’t check, And from our eyes we bled. And they'll only understand, When the noose hold us by our necks, And if they had thought twice, Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
Habits
Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad-- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
A Very Short Song
It's funny really. How much you can learn about a person from their art, and then realize.... You never really knew them at all.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Art.
I believe I'm prone to fear my unknown.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
UNKNOWN
Long walks on the moon The beach is made of cheese Violets could be anything As long as you’re with me
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Cheese