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julian-hill
julian-hill
Welcome to my save-haven. / I am a 21 year old bisexual boy. Who loves poetry and paintings. But I seldom write poetry but I read a lot!
I DON'T FEAR GUNS I DON'T FEAR DEATH I FEAR TO NOT BE ABLE TO BE THE ONE I AM TO NOT LAUGH WHEN I WANT TO LAUGH TO NOT LOVE WHEN I WANT TO LOVE TO NOT SHOW THE WORLD WHO I TRULY AM
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Rainbow Madness
talent I peered upon the clouds I drive through the ocean of talent I sat on the stage I sank the expresses of talent I relish the cliff of talent I consinder the lands of talent I rush toward the cliff of talent I stayed on the stage the stage became me the commander of talent thumped my spirit in the end I withdrew.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Talent
I navigate in the sky of imagination I loomed on the stage I occurred on the stage the projects questioned me I recognize the imagination would I reserve it? I looked upon the glaciers while I sniff the generosity of the imagination I called if there is more to imagination? but the dancer of imagination fled me
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
imagination
I once knew a girl with a giant heart Beautiful, sweet and awful smart But far too kind and too naive To give so much, and not receive She would smile and satisfy but at night, she would cry She would sacrifice in secrecy and weep in secret frequently But in our eyes, she was blessed So we didn't see her one request Her scream of help wasn't heard And gone, she was like a manakin bird.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
?Unseen?
Burning legs, aching to bring me closer to you. Taking the long way to pass you by, to have you smile at me, to have you notice me. Arms wrapped around torsos to shield from the rain and the hurt, the underlying ache and the bright, stinging pain of affection. Fluttering feelings, like butterflies in the pit of my stomach, betraying my fondness of everything that was you. Spilled ink and tears, clichéd attempts to make you care if I was hurting, to try and make you love me. Nonchalant responses and joking tones masking the enormity of the love I felt for you, the love I feel for you. Experiencing every feeling so intensely that I thought my bones would shatter from the weight of all the emotions swimming in my head and in my heart. I didn't think that it was possible for me to feel so deeply, to be so utterly immersed in the desire to belong to someone that songs and sonnets couldn't dream of articulating the dizzy haze of ecstasy that washed over me every time I was close to you. A rush of chemicals and the firing of synapses couldn't be all there was to it. How do you explain the suffocating weight on my chest, the piercing pain and consuming agony that tore me to shreds when I heard the news, when I heard that you were leaving me behind? You cared for me, but not in the way that I wanted you to. I wanted you to want me with the same burning passion, with all the desperation of a man on fire trying to extinguish the flames that engulfed him. A lovestruck teenager willing to tear themselves apart, to fight every atom in their body and destroy themselves from the inside out just to numb themselves, to make their heart impervious to your attacks. Each smile you sent my way was a crushing blow that tore down the walls I had built to protect me from you. I thought that making myself hate you would stop it, the searing anguish that could only come from unrequited love. Now, all that is left is the fading memory of your hazel eyes and the scars I carved trying to bleed out my love for you.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
then again, i'd rather die
Burning legs, aching to bring me closer to you. Taking the long way to pass you by, to have you smile at me, to have you notice me. Arms wrapped around torsos to shield from the rain and the hurt, the underlying ache and the bright, stinging pain of affection. Fluttering feelings, like butterflies in the pit of my stomach, betraying my fondness of everything that was you. Spilled ink and tears, clichéd attempts to make you care if I was hurting, to try and make you love me. Nonchalant responses and joking tones masking the enormity of the love I felt for you, the love I feel for you. Experiencing every feeling so intensely that I thought my bones would shatter from the weight of all the emotions swimming in my head and in my heart. I didn't think that it was possible for me to feel so deeply, to be so utterly immersed in the desire to belong to someone that songs and sonnets couldn't dream of articulating the dizzy haze of ecstasy that washed over me every time I was close to you. A rush of chemicals and the firing of synapses couldn't be all there was to it. How do you explain the suffocating weight on my chest, the piercing pain and consuming agony that tore me to shreds when I heard the news, when I heard that you were leaving me behind? You cared for me, but not in the way that I wanted you to. I wanted you to want me with the same burning passion, with all the desperation of a man on fire trying to extinguish the flames that engulfed him. A lovestruck teenager willing to tear themselves apart, to fight every atom in their body and destroy themselves from the inside out just to numb themselves, to make their heart impervious to your attacks. Each smile you sent my way was a crushing blow that tore down the walls I had built to protect me from you. I thought that making myself hate you would stop it, the searing anguish that could only come from unrequited love. Now, all that is left is the fading memory of your hazel eyes and the scars I carved trying to bleed out my love for you.
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TO LOVE. I LOVE WITH A BIG HEART BIGGER THAN MY DESIRE TO SURVIVE. I WOULD RATHER DIE DIE HARD. IF I SHOULD LIVE WITHOUT YOU. I SHOUT I LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
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