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 Dec 2018 empty seas
madison
im sick to my stomach
i cant stop this anymore
i dont want any of this to be real anymore
 Dec 2018 empty seas
levi eden r
i miss your smile.
i miss how'd you understand me without me even saying a word.
i miss the way your eyes would turn into half moons when you laughed.
i miss that too,
your laughter.
i can't stop replaying that day in my head.
i keep trying to forget but i feel sadness being hung over me,
it's hard to pretend it's not there lately.
to this day,
and until the end of my days,
i'll always wonder what i could've done,
if i could've loved you more than i did,
if we all could've loved you more.
it's been a year since you've felt the grass in between your toes,
or threw your hands over your mouth to muffle your laughter,
or getting to see how things would've turned out differently.
i'm trying.
i've always dedicated everything to you but i hope i'm making you proud.
breathing is harder some days more than others.
i hope you can visit me in my dreams soon,
give my arms a squeeze,
tell me that you're okay up there.
don't forget to save me a seat next to you!
i promise i'll have so much to tell you when it's my time.
i hope you found your peace.
i love you dearly and i would do anything to see you again.
my moon,
my reason for breathing,
my everything.
i miss you.
 Dec 2018 empty seas
She Writes
And through the pain
I’ll find my voice
Turning this quiet violence
Into loud words

I am not my past
I am not my disorder
I am not my obsessions
I am not a victim

I am strong
I am smart
I am brave
I am free
Sometimes I need a little reminder.
I don't want to be alive anymore
I am a bad person
I cannot live
I cannot change the way people view me
I cannot change the way people treat me
I want to be better
I want them to know that I'm trying to be better
Losing my will to live...
 Dec 2018 empty seas
Demons
See...
I dreamt of you,
That we kissed.
Even though it was just and only a dream.
I still woke up


...breathless...
 Dec 2018 empty seas
Boi
The fields flourish by a cold droplet's grace,
yet fall to ruins of a few fallen the more.
And nothing can be done against determined winds.

As she was the beginning of everything he was
an end to it all. An iron fist of will he doesn't comprehend nor controls.
Dons the Cloak of Despair; wishing himself away:

His holy trinity consisted of heaven, hell and purgatory.
The inevitable battle he knew he would face in the eye of his beholder -
for he could not fathom the weight of responsibility he had upon her soul.

As nothing can be done against determined winds,
but to hide. And

Accept.
Built on wonderful words by a wonderful lady.
Took a while but we got there.

I wrote a poem with someone called Fayre, guys. How ******* cool is that?

Check this Alice out Wonderland @
https://hellopoetry.com/pales/

She's really talented and deserves more recognition.

A Thank you from us both for your reading, and don't forget to reach out.
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