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waywardwoes
waywardwoes
American I'm strange. I make odd references and have no set rules. write about my short comings and try to turn the base thoughts into golden ones. / © Alissa Rogers
I find myself angry with life. A low, simmering rage only too close to a boil. Once, my mind was the sharpest of blades, nothing could stand before me. Now, it is but a vestigial sort of thing, a relic of times better remembered. I am rusted by the monotone my life has become. The repetition of every day comes on as a flood; I will succumb.
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
Mathom
I know a few things no one cares to see. It's a terrible realization that they're not so far from me. The sun never shines equally in all places; some of us live outside glad for the moonlight on our faces. I know a few things for which no one has a care it is my toil in the shadow that gives sunlight to your hair.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Umbra
The fire inside of you will you let it burn? I sharpen the knife in my gut You bring the rain. The words of my mind bleed forth, on and on through the mire of self-reproach I am here as a flash of lighting the worry of thunder The end is nigh and we change naught. It is as it always was the moral of the story was a dream
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
The Internal Storm
There is a vanity in me not to think well of myself, for I have yet to achieve such but to please others, to like myself more through their good opinion. There is a fear in me in my mind, every night the love others feel for me is erased, set back like a clock. Every day I must work, earn their love all over again. In the trappings of my own mind, love is so easily lost. There is a doubt in me with my friends and loved ones. I trust no one, not even myself. It is as unfair to them as it is to me. I decided young, perhaps wrongly, That those who claim to love you, even those who truly do love you, can and will leave you behind. There is a desire in me to liberate myself, to love myself as I have never truly done. I fear that in loving myself, I will become something foolish. Even still, despite my intent, with a complete lack of trust I am still that arrogant fool.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
The Sin of Self-Loathing
My life is changing the past is gaining speed away the girl I once was is becoming something more. I miss my family yet if I do not cast out on my own I'll never know what my life is for. My yearns for my mother, to be that girl again, head on her chest. Yet that girl is long vanished, and I remind myself it's for the be
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Swiftly Closing Door
Thinking tonight, I never thought Our love could grow as a living thing, even in the winter season I feel that my heart is in spring. I will love you beyond the fall of mountains. and the drying of seas. I love you, and through you, I have more love to give.
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Ramble
One step forward, two steps back. Every day brings another setback, another backtrack, another reminder of the things I lack. My mind never quiets, I can't take the feedback. An eternal panic attack, I should double the Prozac, it's making a comeback. One step forward, two steps back.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
The Return
I have grown beyond you. I could play your trifling games, but I prefer to burn this bridge and watch it fall in flames. I have an illness of anger, burning at my mind. I fought at your side as blood, only to be maligned. Once where I saw my friend, I only see a snake. You are behind me, I leave you in my wake.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Ashes to Ashes
I was once a vine, clinging to you-my tree. When you cut me loose I died, and in that I was free. In this life I am the tree, and you my dear, the vine. Now it is I that need let you die; cruel are the paths of the divine. Another life, I pray, comes just around the bend. Yet if we do not meet, know, your memory can not end.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Growing Pains
I was stumbling in a field. Firelight in my eyes, Burning bright red in the camera lens. It wasn't a trick of the light, the drugs or the beer; it was a glance of love. I was stumbling in a field. Red-eyed and smitten, Crossing minefields to you by choice. Perhaps that is the only way to walk the course of love.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
Stumbling