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24/F/florida best wishes
Lovers fell like leaves Slowly— and then suddenly just to drift apart.
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Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
An Autumn Love
healing hands careful heart but at what cost?
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
five little letters
holiday cheer to mourning tears, i watched you take your last breath the most wonderful time of the year doesn’t comfort me in your death the heavy rain was quite fitting and the flickering candle mocked me i can feel my fragile heart splitting when i don’t see you under the tree all of your things are already gone and the house seems so bare but i know on christmas dawn —in our hearts, you will be there
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
holiday loss
halloween is for being something that you aren’t— this year i’m going to be happy.
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
my mask
it took years for me to heal years to see even a year into the future but today i wrote my old ways a letter it feels strange not being sick my illness was what made me, well me she’s toxic, but addicting i miss having someone to talk to i miss her like i miss an old friend mon vieil ami but lately i can feel her presence i can hear her faint whisper keeping me hostage she’s all i know so i don’t mind her visiting or making her permanent in my life
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
r e l a p s e
Nobody cares about you Nobody thinks you matter Nobody thinks you’re smart Nobody misses you Nobody thinks you’re strong Nobody thinks you’re beautiful Nobody wants to support you Nobody thinks you’re worth it Nobody loves you Nobody thinks you’re special Nobody hopes your day is going well Nobody thinks you’re kind and Nobody thinks you deserve the world but don’t you worry because my name is Nobody
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Nobody
A car door slams, when my destination is reached. A gate, enclosing generations of secrets, creaks when moved. A bell chimes four times, ringing in the new hour. The Earthy smell of freshly cut grass and roses linger around my nose, taken in by my lungs. My steps crush fallen leaves as I gently walk around. My eyes take in the many shades of grey on green along with purples, yellows, and reds spread about on the grey. My fingers scrape against a grey slab worn away and rigid from tears. To the right, is another slab smooth and shining in the sun. Off in the distance a large tree sits, with branches whispering in the wind. The leaves watching the fallen ones, before falling themselves. The wind softly sells faded stories of the worn names on slabs no longer distinguishable. Flags wave with pride saluting the fallen soldiers. Paper windmills spin around with bright colors reflecting the stolen childhoods of children who never had the chance to live, but now rest in dreams. The moon rises, bringing in a muted light that illuminates small details. The crisp air tastes of musk and the sky is now at dusk. I can feel a certain presence. My favorite place, the only place, that follows acceptance.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
Bellview Avenue
Death knocks on my door three times, ever so gently. But I don't answer.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
Uninvited Guest
A child's laugh is heard Early one morning in May; Along with the chains of a bike; Ringing their song, Harmonizing with rubber tires, Humming against the street. Alert as a bird, The child rides away; In a day so dreamlike, And sings along, With voice like the wildfires; Seeking a friend to meet.   The sun reflects on golden hair, Fingers run though the chopped cut. A youthful smile glows, Complementing the sun, so bright. Interrupted by the squealing of breaks.   The child stops right there; Not so childish now, but The now faded smile shows That the child is alright; Although the child aches. The child has fallen into   The same May, accepting a different year. The bike's coated with memories and dust. The tire's out of breath and flat,   And no song is sung. Saddened eyes of blue Accepts nothing but fear. The laugh turned to rust; And just to think that This change has just begun.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
Change
i hate to admit this but i fell in love with his icy eyes which made me melt.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
ice melts