plantisce - Hello Poetry

I sing the song of the sinking ships that drown in the vast, dark ocean of depression I call home. They slosh against my ribcage with such force, I fear I may break entirely.

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC

Shipwreck

I sing the song of the sinking ships that drown in the vast, dark ocean of depression I call home. They slosh against my ribcage with such force, I fear I may break entirely.

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I never liked my name very much until I tasted it on your tongue.

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC

Name

I never liked my name very much until I tasted it on your tongue.

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I wish I could grow flowers in your veins so you can at least find a piece of beauty in you.

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Aug 18, 2014

Aug 18, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC

Flowers

I wish I could grow flowers in your veins so you can at least find a piece of beauty in you.

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Memories burn my lips to ash, forcing their way down my throat. Red rain falls from the clouds above my heart, tainting the pictures sepia. I am choking on your love but it tastes like the hot, silver metal of rage. Shards of my heart have found a way into my lungs.

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

Memories

Memories burn my lips to ash, forcing their way down my throat. Red rain falls from the clouds above my heart, tainting the pictures sepia. I am choking on your love but it tastes like the hot, silver metal of rage. Shards of my heart have found a way into my lungs.

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I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you. Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC

Addiction

I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you. Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.

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I've held your very thoughts in my hands. They twinkled like the stars and were just as brilliant. Some were sprinkled with glass and barbed wire. Those were my favorites. Some of them were made of clouds and packaged, processed love. I didn't like them as much, they were expected. The darkest parts of you were my favorite. I wanted the real you, the one made of razor blades and painted smiles. That side of you is the one that caused you to leave. To leave me. Suicide isn't easy. But you sure made it seem that way.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

Barbed Wire

I've held your very thoughts in my hands. They twinkled like the stars and were just as brilliant. Some were sprinkled with glass and barbed wire. Those were my favorites. Some of them were made of clouds and packaged, processed love. I didn't like them as much, they were expected. The darkest parts of you were my favorite. I wanted the real you, the one made of razor blades and painted smiles. That side of you is the one that caused you to leave. To leave me. Suicide isn't easy. But you sure made it seem that way.

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My heart screams out. You've been cutting it ever since you smashed your love to pieces while it was still intertwined with my own. I'm drowning in lost love. I'm aching for you but you just keep kicking me in the ribs. I love you. I hate you. I hate how I love you.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC

Drowning

My heart screams out. You've been cutting it ever since you smashed your love to pieces while it was still intertwined with my own. I'm drowning in lost love. I'm aching for you but you just keep kicking me in the ribs. I love you. I hate you. I hate how I love you.

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