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mandajune
Do whatever you want to do
You love her too much I envy the power of it She doesn’t know you You don’t know me either But I know you And you feel like you do know her Until yours become the only way To end this agony I want to love you too Help me to end my own agony But its too much Too deep and hurt But when will we meet each other When we’re too busy Catching the heart that doesn’t want to be reached
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
Too Much
A fire burns within Each flame igniting desires For a passion I must pursue Broiling my blood, searing every fiber I once questioned why it chose me Tried to fend it off for good, But birth dealt me as a dreamer Persistent imagination into adulthood These words consist of power Its control bestowed upon the unique The responsibility of my talent To share what others sincerely seek Commitment and dedication Discipline and sleepless nights Believing in something bigger Triumphant against all plights As strength endures heartache And my will to succeed prevails My words shield me from naysayers Because not everyone understand what my path entails © JL Smith
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Passion
This heart should be, already, Hurt-proof Or one side love-proof 'Cus I've learned it that way That back you thrown at me Walked off to the departing gate Should have known it would be the end of this It supposed to be die right there But the feeling seemed lurking They ghosted on the small side of my chest Waited patiently there 'Till the shine of your light blasted through the flesh I wonder what to call this feel Should it be love or passion Or an amusement, instead of possesion To recall your embrace 'till my tears are all reckless Supposed to hate you Supposed to summoned you away But these beats after beats, They told me I'm dying without you Boy, I'm dying without you Do not ruffle my hair anymore Do not smile at my joke anymore Just do not, do not you dare at all This time, do not you dare to love me anymore.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
The scratch of words after you left me that day (2nd times)
I became relevant Everyone is watching me now But This wasn't the attention i wanted Seems like everyone was getting their blessing But i continued to stay haunted Maybe this was my spotlight For them to see my life declining This was the peak in my journey I called it perfect timing In the midst of avoiding depression And escaping my anxiety That whole entire time i had something growing inside of me. "Extra extra! I have cancer read all about it"
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
The news
Once I was in a place to shed a tears of the silent scream I don't let anybody know to watch them all laughing, as the agony I feel for the invisible tears rolled down my cheek they laughed at me, for always at the sight of myself and that's the truth for what the lie is I smiled at them in return
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Liar with The Truth
you said that you love it when it rains. little did you know that it rains whenever i shed a tear. maybe that's why you seem happy even if i'm hurt; you enjoy whenever i cry. and i'll always end up exchanging your sorrow for my euphoria, in hopes of you loving the rain— me, my tears, and my pain.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
love the rain—love me
I am lonely, not lonely the choice up to now has been mine I will slip away (at will) into the recesses of small shops of empty rooms or quiet spaces to avoid her touch or his gaze or their judgement our subconscious desires. But all swallowed up deep in the belly of fog, of smoke a vast, impenetrable night sky suddenly the all-encompassing fear grips me washes over so suddenly I realize I have not lived at all that I am suddenly (forcibly) the only one left. Down a long, winding road that trudges on endlessly into the fading silhouette of trees and broken sidelines dim headlights I am lonely, not lonely.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I am lonely, not lonely.
I know of a land where none but I have been Not a land between seas but a land of within The familiar becomes fear A home becomes a stage The room whispers empty I yell back in rage The walls have me captive Outside is but lore For the clouds upon the ceiling send floods through my door A plea sent through the waves for mere grace to stay afloat But the sound heard in the gap are the thoughts inside my throat Like running from a bee when you become aim of its sting The past will pierce you again with the daggers that it brings The moon sings the stars' ode My soul beside me it lays for no one else would I bid goodnight from the grave
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Goodnight
Whispered as a dark voice, in an unoccupied night there is, lonely, waiting for me knitting in spinning of the past and the future and today is forgotten like the wind on the skin but feels just a snap then disappear
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
Whispered