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nazareth-r
16/F Words are like a bittersweet cake that comforts you but also makes you feel like shit. One of the reasons why I write.
I'm sad as I know that he isn't... I know I'll be sad over him being so I know I'll cry for him to live I know I'll suffer to wish for him I know nothing will happen I know my words are for my eyes...only No one is to read such things... No will know me... I feel sad as to know its been 17 hours I feel sad knowing that it's better this way I feel sad knowing that I don't know to feel now I feel sad for not feeling anything I...feel nothing....as always I create a dream where I do Create something that's been done too many times I live in a fantasy created by others I live in my own wrapped up delusion of a fantasy Words are just that with no meaning No meaning to express me Give me an excess Give me the meaning...
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
At 17 hours +
When the leaf’s were floating The sun peaked from above And the sky showed my tears Oh, why must you float around while I pretend to fly Oh, won’t you lent me my wings Let’s forever walk in a war Not to meet until the final breath Lose me in your arms You are my Willow tree of hope May you grow and bear my blood Within you, I dig I dig to obtain my piece of cake Along with the warm tea Let the Old honey wash away within Let the rich sugar die along with the liquid Remain only the sweet tea The warmth that lives within the last drop The fresh cake to my old fork The life to my rotting will My roots attracted to so Now must reside in the Eatonville soil The warm tea blown cold The sweet cake turned to gems My leafs wither with internal warmth My beloved Teacake
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
Grounded
Mud in the system as it flowed down as blood covering devouring the sweet nectar as hunger feasted on the flesh of security ripping away the layers of rotten jelly expecting the aroma of a fresh donut covered with lies sprinkled with rain drowned with moral values No longer my values
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Breakfast
No more need to think but feel The suffering that my hero felt The hero with no mask The one who asked nothing Yet spoke envy Envy of the light that never stayed As it swayed upside down Matching the steps of pain Emerging with the cries of help Dissolving with the masses Awaiting the new mask
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Not all actions have heroes
Let me take you from the light To present you darkness This figure of fiery pain As her slender fingers trace your imperfections As her eyes beg you to speak As her lips descend upon yours Stopping ever so slightly Lingering about Her breath Waves of joy Her delicate body Wrapped around you squeezing you Accepting you.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
Just fall in love with her, man
In the slot Yes that slot Unwanted ***** left to rot, slot Place me there To be read To be discovered Let that be my right In my slot Let the world come And see my letters....
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Mine