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mori Aug 2015
my body is slowly becoming unmotivated to do the simplest things
like breathing or chewing food
i wouldn't be surprised if soon i'll need drops because my eyelids
will be too tired to blink
or if my heart wakes up one morning
and doesn't feel like beating
this is hella personal but ok
261 · Sep 2015
when a goddess
mori Sep 2015
decides to grace you with her presence,
run.
they'll **** u m8
mori Dec 2015
your eyes widened so much at the mention of her.
i learned in class one time that when a cats eyes dilate,
the ocean fills with more water
and when your eyes swelled at the thought of her,
mine flooded
would it be selfish of me to think of myself as your ocean
mori Aug 2015
a smile that never wears thin
mori Aug 2015
a place
that genuinely admires all of you and
hides your existence
for a little while
from the clock ticking and ticking and *ticking
i've yet to find such a place
251 · Aug 2015
Untitled
mori Aug 2015
**** me in
a pit
filled to the brim with
pret-
ty things i've never
lit
myself on fire for
you, to
feel a bit warmer ****
this poem is
****
i cant rhyme n i wanted to try it out but /shrug emoticon
250 · Dec 2015
ouch
mori Dec 2015
excuse me, sir
could you take a moment between the puffs of smoke rising from your cigarette
to be yourself again?
249 · May 2016
her
mori May 2016
her
she is
bright

a daughter meant to be a sun,
ready to light up every face her gaze meets.
she fights with shadows. she will never let them rest, keeps them moving, cowering.
glowing -- her eyes pierce through air, her hair curls, wisps around her face as a frame for a great piece of art, her hands flicker when she talks.

whatever she sees, she conquers. this does not always bring her joy.
but joyful she is. her cheeks are warm and radiant, bundling up at the sides of her face to make way for her smile.

her heart glows.
from it, her mouth speaks.
her voice is molten lava: it melts and it oozes and sparks around the edges.
she laughs like bright, yellow paint being spread across a canvas.

she is nothing short than beautiful, but
Lord help me
i am icarus
243 · Aug 2015
groceries
mori Aug 2015
i am
the shopping cart cursed to go towards the right
towards you
it's hard for me to keep going straight, but
if i give in we'll
only go in circles
you will be the death of me
mori Aug 2015
there's something terrifying and lovely
in finding a song that speaks to you
mostly terrifying
230 · Aug 2015
sweet
mori Aug 2015
i will hold your hand -
and when you break away, my hand will stay open, waiting for you,
and when you come back, i'll hold it again, just as before
229 · Aug 2015
to a daughter
mori Aug 2015
i hope your 3 am calls
end in
sweet sweet sweet
                                  "I love you"s
224 · Aug 2015
fears
mori Aug 2015
eyes opened way too wide,
mirrors reflecting shadows, not enough light
your presence, there,
identified
220 · Aug 2015
school
mori Aug 2015
******
me
mori Aug 2015
a majority of marriages may end
in death of love instead of life,
but that doesn't say anything about the immortality of the feeling therein
211 · Aug 2015
stars stars stars
mori Aug 2015
the stars will always be out for you,
but if you stay in too ***** a place -
don't blame everyone else when you can't see them anymore
just leave
203 · Aug 2015
quiet
mori Aug 2015
ok alright but have you considered -
i dont talk, because
a. i dont want to
b. i dont want to
c. i dont want to
d. refer to c
e. refer to d
202 · Aug 2015
the dogs
mori Aug 2015
will know nothing
of excitement and wonder
when their owners die

but still they will wait
for them to come home, at the foot of the door
patiently
the saddest thing i've ever written
193 · Aug 2015
a cat
mori Aug 2015
will know everything
of wonder
when their owner dies -

they will not wait, they will
escape out the window left open
and live on
for them
loyalty can be shown differently
190 · Aug 2015
ITS RAINING
mori Aug 2015
*******,
*NICE
it is also 12:30 am. irrelevant
187 · Aug 2015
deserted
mori Aug 2015
friends are like the ocean
they will surround you and come back and back again to your shores
but when they leave, you will be
a desert
PUNS
178 · Aug 2015
thoughts
mori Aug 2015
he asked her what she was
thinking about
she said she'd like to know as well
minds are known to be messy as hell
174 · Aug 2015
hero
mori Aug 2015
heroes are found
in the









people
mori Sep 2018
i want to tell the whole world i love you,
that i don’t deserve to, but im so, so willing to try
i want to tell it you make me want to be better, that i didn’t know love made you feel that way, i want to tell the world every little thing it’s heard before about love, every little thing i’ve heard before about love that i’ve never once said for myself.
get me in line for the people turned poets wanting to have just a minute to speak with the world about the newfound, age old love they found in their chest. let it be on a mountain top, in the depths of the rainforest, invite the world to my living room for tea. i want to spend hours telling the world i loved her first. i want to smile over small, heart shaped cookies telling the story of my first love. i want the world to notice in between every word i speak is a love filled sigh. i don’t deserve to love her like this. i don’t deserve her at all.

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