rachelskoda - Hello Poetry

Eyes Fluttering Mind Sputtering Lips Muttering Hands Shaking Bones Aching Heart Breaking Pain Showing Tears Flowing Sorrow Growing Nails Gripping Skin Ripping Red Dripping Girl Falling Mother Calling Life Stalling Head Pounding Silence Sounding Death Grounding. -ARI

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rachelskoda

Nov 21, 2015

Nov 21, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC

ari-3

Your Story

Eyes Fluttering Mind Sputtering Lips Muttering Hands Shaking Bones Aching Heart Breaking Pain Showing Tears Flowing Sorrow Growing Nails Gripping Skin Ripping Red Dripping Girl Falling Mother Calling Life Stalling Head Pounding Silence Sounding Death Grounding. -ARI

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Individual perception creates alternate realities. Infinite views. Some shared among many, Some among few, Some are created and confined within one. Objectively, everything is real. Because nothing is real.

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rachelskoda

Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC

theunrealist

whatever you want

Individual perception creates alternate realities. Infinite views. Some shared among many, Some among few, Some are created and confined within one. Objectively, everything is real. Because nothing is real.

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Youve asked me To describe her For you say you want To understand her. But all I can say Is that she Is simply a poet With a shattered pen. Life's ink has stained Her slender fingers Dark blots cover her paper But still she writes. You cannot understand Illegible scrawls Scattered across Once clean paper. To you it seems as if She's finally gone mad Perhaps she has Always been mad. But she is brilliant For she has hidden Her broken pieces Beneath those ink blots. If you truly want To understand her mind I suggest you start reading In between the lines. -ARI

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rachelskoda

Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

ari-3

Ink Blots

Youve asked me To describe her For you say you want To understand her. But all I can say Is that she Is simply a poet With a shattered pen. Life's ink has stained Her slender fingers Dark blots cover her paper But still she writes. You cannot understand Illegible scrawls Scattered across Once clean paper. To you it seems as if She's finally gone mad Perhaps she has Always been mad. But she is brilliant For she has hidden Her broken pieces Beneath those ink blots. If you truly want To understand her mind I suggest you start reading In between the lines. -ARI

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I hate this small town full of small minded people who suffocate me with empty promises and spiteful comments about the way I look and act.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC

rachelskoda

This small town

I hate this small town full of small minded people who suffocate me with empty promises and spiteful comments about the way I look and act.

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