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scribblebird
scribblebird
22/M/United States
people don’t understand spirals it’s not something i do because i’m not living in the moment or because i refuse to attend to practical matters i spiral because in every moment of every day my mind is seeing and feeling and embracing the biggest struggles and smallest victories of everyone around me heartbreak tears years of hard work dreams come true my brain is a sponge in the ocean wave of life look around the world is a whirlpool of infinite possibilities and of infinite reasons to sit and think for awhile it’s only natural to be pulled under
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
Spirals
I will never make a difference in the world And don’t you dare tell me that I am strong and capable It’s a lie I’ll never break out of my shell I’m not worth it and It’s not fair to say that I will do something remarkable with my life The chains of my insecurities Are powerful and I will break down In failure where my hopes Can be found All I want to be Is someone incredible The reflection I see When I look in the mirror: Nothing I am missing The confidence to truly live I’m starting to find That I will never grow It’s absurd to think I am a work in progress If you want to know the difference a teacher can make Read this poem from bottom to top
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
Dear Teacher
my demons work the graveyard shift i live my day weightless and free but when night comes my demons wait with chains for me ready and glad to drag me and my dreams away
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Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Graveyard Shift
13.8 billion years spark, space, and dust boiling ball of gas cold dark rock an impossible miracle 70 billion dead 7 billion alive me a crystal lattice of chemical bonds ups and downs forever dissolving into a pool of entropy a small heart trying to make sense of it all where have i come from? where will i go? in the infinite nothing who am i? how do i know? in the void of my anxiety i see your beaming eyes: two perennial stars, a breathing soul that feels and i know that if death is the end if life is but an illusion you, my friend, were real
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
Complexity