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nonna
17/F/Lousiana New writer / Inspired by music heard and words spoken by others
Like a pencil marking You fade as I erase you from My Mind But your imprint will always remain My always there ghost You follow me I analyze my every breath and movement, You're the bomb I'm the trigger Your collar slowly becomes tighter. I'm waiting. My body grows heavy but remains light for you I'm hauled away from everything good. Your shoulder hurts pressed up against my chest I feel but I can't move Imprisoned in myself I lay I lie You lied I thought you'd be gone But I knew you weren't I prayed This is a nightmare You were the worst I've ever had But that's okay I knew this inevitable kidnapping would eventually come. I'm relieved I'm shackled to you There is now no me without you This isn't my love being written for you This is my fear As it pours outside, and my parents are looking for me I'm with you I hate this body of yours I hate it when you crush it against mine I want my nerves to fry But waiting for this inevitable kidnapping was worse.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Guarding Angel
They are bombing children as their own are hummed lullabies. They are bombing children as their own are tucked into bed tonight. They are bombing children as their own are rocked to sleep. They are bombing children with rockets burying them in rubble deep.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
They are bombing children
Can I dream A wonderful dream One of fae Two of heartbreak Three of redemption My many fantasies, All left unspoken Is it wrong To live in a dream Let the dream wrap around me like a comforter, So I may go to sleep I see it as the sun My thoughts the revolving planets, Starry details thread it together My quilt of the solar system Of course, I know it's wrong The bickering in my ear is constant From peers and blood, I duct tape my mouth shut Imagine ripping out my vocal chords like blue and red wires, I've skinned my knees on rocky pavement Unconsciously prostrating myself "Let me dream. Let me breathe" The girl won't stop begging Her gasps are sloppy Her voice is carrying How troublesome When will it become apparent to her Dreams are weights attached to one's ankles She's sinking She's drowning
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Reality Check