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mads6
American I'm old enough to know better, but too young to care.
I spend far too much time pondering the saddest parts of life harboring the smallest of worries, finding refuge in the fear. I desire release To another dream
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
I think I harbor a lot of sadness
Do you ever feel like everything around you isnt where you were supposed to end up? Like the thing you are would have been different if you were stronger Like if the music wasn't so loud it might be easier to think about what's right Like the shouting makes a difference in what you should do Like knowing how everyone around you feels Selfishly and curiously and sadly I know
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Untitled
You say a million dollars Like the lottery Baby you are worth more than the highest of jackpots your arms are warm and they welcome me in and I breathe in the priceless scent of your skin and I say my day wasn't worth my time because your lips couldn't seem to find mine. But the eighty six thousand four hundred moments are worthless seconds not worth a day without you so yes, when I heard you were coming I lit up like the sky on the fourth of July like my independence has finally rung and your hand running down my rib cage was the signing of a declaration and your voice was a song rejoicing the holiday kneading words of freedom into my spine with your fingertips feeding me love with each sway of our hips and I'll never let go of the feeling of your lips on the top of my head as you wish me off to bed good night and sweet dreams and I'll write again soon but I wish You could stay and we could just watch the moon for hours and days and watch all of the phases and bask in the wonder of the shadowy surface and the lack of utter emptiness because your company fills me completely and everything makes sense when youre with me like a crossword done in pen correctly nothing can erase the nothings whispered to me the things you've made me see the changes you've caused in me. I used to never believe in change but now I'm seeing things turn strange I'm suddenly making new wishes At eleven past eleven and my happiness is the one I’m working towards because my happiness is yours and your smile sends an arrow through my heart Cupid did his best to aim, while no robin hood could understand how much an arrow through the chest can feel like a mess but my heart’s is your hands youll protect it, I know. No, robin hood could never understand No undead, or no ghost Could ever feel a love So much that it hurts And no sweater keeps me warm Like the ones that you’ve worn Like the palm of your hand On a cold rainy night Like the pulse through your veins through my lips on your neck It all comes down to the hope you bring To the way you make me see Everything will be okay. I know you hate those words But they fly around us all like birds above our heads flying south, Longing for the long days and sunrays And leaving behind our lonely minds And that’s when we forget Everything will be okay. I love to tell you that I love the way my mouth doesn’t catch my tongue in a complicated trap When I try to get my words out. With you, its easy It flows right through your malleus incus and stapes To your nerve In your system But my words don’t make me nervous, They make you home. They make you the smell of brownies after a long day of tears A smile greeting you when you walk down carpeted stairs And the heat of an embrace that extracts all your fears And the one who reminds you Everything will be okay.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Sweater
You say a million dollars Like the lottery Baby you are worth more than the highest of jackpots your arms are warm and they welcome me in and I breathe in the priceless scent of your skin and I say my day wasn't worth my time because your lips couldn't seem to find mine. But the eighty six thousand four hundred moments are worthless seconds not worth a day without you so yes, when I heard you were coming I lit up like the sky on the fourth of July like my independence has finally rung and your hand running down my rib cage was the signing of a declaration and your voice was a song rejoicing the holiday kneading words of freedom into my spine with your fingertips feeding me love with each sway of our hips and I'll never let go of the feeling of your lips on the top of my head as you wish me off to bed good night and sweet dreams and I'll write again soon but I wish You could stay and we could just watch the moon for hours and days and watch all of the phases and bask in the wonder of the shadowy surface and the lack of utter emptiness because your company fills me completely and everything makes sense when youre with me like a crossword done in pen correctly nothing can erase the nothings whispered to me the things you've made me see the changes you've caused in me. I used to never believe in change but now I'm seeing things turn strange I'm suddenly making new wishes At eleven past eleven and my happiness is the one I’m working towards because my happiness is yours and your smile sends an arrow through my heart Cupid did his best to aim, while no robin hood could understand how much an arrow through the chest can feel like a mess but my heart’s is your hands youll protect it, I know. No, robin hood could never understand No undead, or no ghost Could ever feel a love So much that it hurts And no sweater keeps me warm Like the ones that you’ve worn Like the palm of your hand On a cold rainy night Like the pulse through your veins through my lips on your neck It all comes down to the hope you bring To the way you make me see Everything will be okay. I know you hate those words But they fly around us all like birds above our heads flying south, Longing for the long days and sunrays And leaving behind our lonely minds And that’s when we forget Everything will be okay. I love to tell you that I love the way my mouth doesn’t catch my tongue in a complicated trap When I try to get my words out. With you, its easy It flows right through your malleus incus and stapes To your nerve In your system But my words don’t make me nervous, They make you home. They make you the smell of brownies after a long day of tears A smile greeting you when you walk down carpeted stairs And the heat of an embrace that extracts all your fears And the one who reminds you Everything will be okay.
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comfort is a fortunate thing. to feel safe and supported i am comfortable. i am spoiled to the point where i feel guilty. i hear poems about white privilege and i know that i have it but what can i do? i have a family that cares and friends that know what its like to be torn apart and im torn apart because i feel guilty for being comfortable. i grew up in one of the richest counties in the country im educated by young, innovative teachers but there are children out there that dont even have access to a roof. i feel guilty. i find myself wanting to make a difference.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Comfort
you showed me what it would be like if I ended my life. you showed me heartbreak, when i visited that church. you showed me the selfishness that is suicide. so why is the idea still embedded in my brain like a tattoo ill always regret?
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
inked
I feel the weight of your love Crashing over me And the absence of your smile In the heaviness of my heart There's fifty thousand people surrounding me Yet the emptiness of my entity Won't stop ripping me apart There's so many rooms In this building In this state And there's so many places to go But each place I walk into Feels wrong Uncertain There's no place that I want to be.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Empty
Cities faintly floating Just above the horizon Fading slowly A force Dragging you backwards Towards the lonely sea. The sun peering around a cloudy sky, Your shadow momentarily floating Among opaque, white ocean spray Flowing continuously, Being devoured by the ravenous wake Into the stomach of the darkness Watching,      expecting a magnificent show Of dancing dophins and whales. For miles, Only the ominous black And deep, dark blue Of ocean waves Surrounding you Until you're feeling nothing                 but small. Masked by   dancing,        bubbling,             curling, White. Churning through the waves, The foam showering onto your lap. Wiping the spray From your knee, Scintillating on your fingertips, Finally noticing The clarity of the dusky sea.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Darkest blue
But what I didn't do Was show her my scars, Identical to hers And what I didn't say Was "look, you're not alone." What I did do Was smile, And say "Have a good one." Hopefully, a smile was what she needed...
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
But what should I do?
Growing up Too often a regret Too often synonymous With morose days And nostalgia at every corner. I cannot sleep without my teddy bear It makes me feel like a protector It makes me feel protected And loved And not so alone. I will grow up in due time. For now I feel a strength A warmth.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
I'd rather cuddle a teddy bear than be a lonely insomniac
I do not feel love for you Long ago, I was consumed by a diabolical everlasting flame flaring out of control I was defeated like a house of sticks blown away by a wolf Swept onto shore like an abandoned shell. I do not feel love for you I am love for you. Your flames consume me warm me burning passionately with everything I do You rebuilt me With our future brick by brick through the wind and rain we built away You collected my empty shell You created something new from my empty self.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I do not feel