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m-ellis
What sins do I have if not the same ones that that seep between your thoughts unintended. The ones you would deny if anyone were to ask. The ones that lead you outside the confines of your own mind.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Sins
I think of you sometimes as if you are something far beyond my reach A light illuminates from you It captivates and confuses me Sometimes I can't believe that you are real until I feel your skin against mine I savor every touch as if it might be the last I stare into your eyes trying to read minds I do not understand I wonder if what you think and what you say are ever in agreement I want to believe your words because they make me feel alive But I was never one for fairy tales Even as a child I was far too busy hiding behind bridges I would eventually burn
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
You
When I speak The right words Always cease to escape I keep the best ones Locked up Within barricades Sometimes they wander Like vagabonds on streets Waiting silently in shadows For their chance at the light
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Barricades
I am made up of vile bones Which I have learned to hate I wish I could dig them out from under my skin Bury them deep within the earth Plant flowers atop of them Watch them grow into something, beautiful, Something I will never become
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Bones
I don’t care who you use to be; a year ago, a month ago or even an hour ago honestly, I don't give a **** I don't believe in failures hatred is only for the fools If you made past mistakes wear them proudly because they made you who you are today they made you strong, and possibly insane.. enough to believe that everyone deserves a second chance at life, and at love You are all just beautiful souls If you feel lost then keep going because you're on your way and the only thing that matters is who you are today, at this very moment Life is too short to judge others by their past That’s why we live in the present If you’re not living in the moment then you’re missing out on the best part of the story and not knowing how it turns out is the best part.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Don't forget to live
I think I saw you in my dream or maybe it was that place between awake and sleep That place you wish you could never leave but the truth hurts like cigarette burns And honey you taste just as bitter Yet  I breathe you in every time you cross my mind Just to slowly breathe you out again Watch you spiral as you fill the air Dissipate and disappear
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Lover's Lament
When I speak  The right words  Always cease to escape I keep the best ones  Locked up  Within barricades Sometimes they wander  Like vagabonds on streets  Yet inevitable I know One day they'll find their way
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Barricades
Loving me is not a tragedy It does not require any "settling" down I can assure you there is nothing settling about my love My love will not change you But it might inspire you in ways that are unforeseen My love will encourage you to follow every dream that has ever impressed itself upon your heart You can travel as far and wide as you wish But you will still feel my love in your bones Because love is meant to be felt and it can only be felt by the courageous and the strong of heart Love, my friends, is not for the poor For the poor do not feel with their hearts
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Untitled
I have so much to say But in my mind the words remain I want to shout them from a mountain top But instead I lay quietly with my cloud above my head I die a little inside when I long to express these introspective thoughts of mine and yet they will not leave my side Instead they stay trapped  inside the barricades of my mind.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Late night thoughts
Do not create me in the image in which you desire.  If you love me, let me be. It is true that I am flawed, but I still have room to grow.  And if you love yourself, you will long to grow as well, and as we grow, we will grow together.  And what a beautiful mess it will be.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
A beautiful mess