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I hate you, I said.
But so little did you know,
that I'm a liar.
Yep, pretty much sums up everything.
I created a girl
From word and lines
From paragraphs.

With characters, I shaped her face
Her long dark hair
Gold eyes
Her strength
And the inevitable weakness
We share.
I learned to love her
As a daughter, for she is mine
From my own hands
From my own heart and head
A product of a story
That needed to be told.

I loved her, and she taught me
Through her own struggles
Her own losses
That it is possible to move forward
After the end of the world
Ice will thaw and spring will follow the winter
Bodies return to the earth and feed the flowers
And love is never lost,
Only tucked away into a small pocket
Somewhere in the mysterious red ***** in our chests
Where it takes shape as another
More bearable appreciation
One that is not all flowers and lore
Or clammy hands and starry eyes.


If she can move on, when beauty seems withered
Than I will follow her steps
Beyond the last page
And walk out of that story
Back into my own
Where you and I will always occupy
A small page some place
A few sentences that had to end
To form a paragraph.

Or a Poem.
I've been taking time off this site lately (hence the sparse submissions) to work on a story I've been piecing together over the course of the last year. It's no where near finished, but it's really helped me gain perspective on my own life. And I guess I wrote this to the main character as a thank you. She's really helped me grow as a person as I've tried to place myself in her shoes. Sorry if it seems a little flowery or silly.
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
Candice
don't let yourself be ruin
by the people around you.
'cause in the end,
you're the only one whose there
to fix yourself.
I'm right, right?
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
Rina
It's so sad to see people that are so angry with themselves that they have to make other people feel bad about themselves. Try holding up a mirror once in awhile.
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
ab
Logic
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
ab
I love how
despite how illogical it is,
somebody not speaking feels like
the end of the world.

Okay, maybe not the end.
But I get panicky,
I get worried that perhaps this is the end
despite what they've said
before.

You think you're being cute
and quirky and fun
but really they're worn out
by your smile,
they're dreading the next
time they have to pretend to
hug you
and tell you
everything's just fine.

Everything isn't fine.

I can see it.

You've been saying that
everything is fine
for far too long now
when before you'd take me
swimming in your mind,
skinny dipping where few
dare to go.

Where did that
closeness go?

Please,

speak?
This is just ew I'm sorry~
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
Sky
Ice
 Jan 2016 ShuckFacedGirl
Sky
Ice
Girl stands all alone
shivering in the cold,
With bones made of ice
and a heart encased in stone.
Who is there to hold her?
Who is there to keep her warm?
Who is there to help her,
to shield her from the storm?
She can taste the ice in the air,
she can feel the frosty blows,
She can take a falling snowflake
and touch it, still cold, to her nose.
She sings out loud in a crystal tone
and screams when the sun shatters it,
She dances on a stretch of thin ice
and dares her feet to break the surface.
Girl falls into the icy pond
and shivers shatter her bones,
So she closes her weary eyes
and sinks down to her home.
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