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semicolonist
semicolonist
18/Genderqueer/Manila, Philippines a semicolon with a never ending sentence
i crumble on my feet you look at me like i’m the ground thumping each step with such vigor even if i’ve managed to keep the key the points and turns still earns for bliss for what words say treat it like honey dew wrap it around like yarn the way cats play them as they form abstract during mom’s daytime i’ve been in the galaxy coalesced with the stars forged with the sun’s heat wrapped around the planets as the milky way release i’m back to reality and the temple remains as it is even if i let someone in or out the path stays golden
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
a key un/locked
‪your eyes remind me‬ of a toy i used to play i don't miss it but i remember it deep by the blue ocean covered with the sand sitting with the rest of the lost treasures it seems as if yesterday was the golden hour of my time on earth for you were there as i try to memorize the maps on your back the concave of your mouth the painting of your body l‪eave me with the statue‬ ‪the resemblance of you‬ ‪for my heart feels safer‬ ‪when i'm with you‬ ‪the head might be mad‬ ‪with your hand i must‬ ‪fill the different cracks‬ ‪with your everlasting love‬ -j.a.t.f (08.13.17)
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
the art of falling in love
you'll never know how it feels to be a potato being fried being mixed with salt or cheese powder as people eat and digest you in their stomach you'll never know how it feels to be a teddy bear being hugged or punched at because of its softness since it has no life so you just kept doing it you'll never know how it feels to be the fat kid in your class because you were popular and everyone admired the pretty ones you'll never know how it feels to be gay as people tear you apart because you're a disgrace and the bible told you you're invalid you'll never know how it feels to be black because your skin is clear and they never tried to **** you because of your race and skin color you'll never know how it feels to be vincent van gogh as he tried to poison himself by eating yellow paint and drinking turpentine you'll never know how it feels to be a **** victim whether you're a man or a woman because you kept thrusting and it hurt you'll never know how it feels to be in heaven or hell because you're dead and you're starting somewhere ahead
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
a victim's p.o.v