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planetalisha
planetalisha
English
my thoughts are a vicious ocean and my words are dry sand that the ocean cant reach without force and so languidly, it retreats and its waves continue to crash into each other, destroying anything in their path.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
articulate
Great wings, had she for flying, said they as they watched her wither away but stuck was she, in the dark chrysalis, and they watched her get worse every day great butterflies, were they while a mere catterpillar was she and on the ground, for a long time she did lay while their wings, they did spread, and on, they did move for which a great price, she did pay because emerge and fly, did she too long after they had all gone and flew far away.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Chrysalis
The 11th brought rainfall while the 13th brought icy winds and on the 15th, the sun surprisingly did glow but most unexpected of all, was the 16th's fall of a deep white blanket of snow and yet despite the 17th's confusion and the 18th's dismay the 19th's joy brought them in unison and by the 20th they all thought that the april snow fall, though unexpected, wasn't too bad at all
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
April Snowstorm
A search party was thrown for her brain had wandered off, to a horrible location at which she thought they would scoff The search party continued but from them, she decided to hide and out of fear of judgment, she repressed and she lied She hid from the search party, believing their search to be futile: surely they couldn't summon her misplaced brain with the aid of a stranger's file The search party found her when she was fifteen and helped her find her way home and after years of hiding, she no longer felt alone The search party was called off when she was sixteen because their search was once again futile, this time because it was no longer needed and hadn't been for a while.
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Search Party
When Summer arrives, she extinguishes the rainstorm- the blissful absence of which not many will mourn. I wish I was the sunshine of summer that brings light to everyone's day as opposed to the rain cloud that gets in the sun's way.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Sunshine
What was once a blissful flow of pitches and harmonies spilling from tangled white wires and into my ears became a flow of sorrow and tears, spilling from my eyes and strolling down my cheeks as the song and the memory joined hands and became one, refusing to separate no matter how hard I tried to rip their intertwined fingers apart
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Association
The milk hits the water with an explosion of hues and i can't help but notice that that is how I feel around you The milk and the tea battled for dominance and of course the tea won but the milk still existed within the tea no matter how much it tried to run
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
anxiety
Your eyes were laced with fatigue induced red lines that were not unlike the red lines that laced the world maps I used to obsess over before I realised that the world that existed beneath your fatigue laced eyes was worth travelling too.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Maps
Endless months fell like sand between my fingertips as I tried to smooth out the creases that covered my bedsheets before I realised that you were not a crease in my bedsheets, you were the gust of wind that put them there.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
Bedsheets
Each time I approach the door handle, she climbs onto my back, almost choking me with her bony hands, reminding me of the control that I lack. And as the day progresses, she whispers her commands into my ear, repeating them again and again, just in case I didn't hear. Each time I open my mouth, she threatens to explode, for she fears that I will forget that my body is merely her abode I am to nurture her and keep her happy, even if it kills me for if i don't, i fear she will send me plummeting backwards, like a ball from a golf tee. Only when I close my eyes each evening, does she hop off my back with an almighty heave and I sigh with relief as I say goodnight to my unwanted visitor who I fear will never leave
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
An unwanted visitor