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"Why do you not write about your joys,
And only about your sorrows?"


"When there are no words,
There is silence in my head,

There is peace."
When you feel my skin so close to yours,
Do you want to place your fingertips where your eyes so often go?
And do I make your heart flutter and your mind go numb?
And am I that girl who just might turn your world around?
what is evidence?
is it dense?

what does it represent?
the truth or the scent?

are we all mad?
or am I extra-terrestially sad?

what to have for dinner?
will i die a sinner?

will the search ever end?
what can i really ammend?

do you care?
or am I just another chair?
the scratches on my consciousness that keeps me from seeing clearly.
Did I tell you, what the poet told me?
He said my hair was longer than that of Rapunzel,
He said I was fairer,
Than Snow White
And even prettier than Cinderella.

Did I tell you, what my poet told me?
He said he would be the only Prince Charming,
That gets to wake me up from my beauty sleep.
He said he would raise dragons, from their ashes,
And make me the mother of dragons.

Oh! My poet says nice words.
He paints beautiful images
As he drinks his garri
He slays words in his house able to contain only himself,

Oh! My poet uses words to take me on trips,
The last time he opened his mouth,
I found myself in Dubai.
He goes by the pen name
"slayer of words"
Is that even literally possible?
Am I dating a poet?
Or a liar?
What's the difference?
I don't know
But my poet says beautiful words.


©Nalli
#thinkinginwords
#thinkinginwords.
We all want to be perfect,
But what is perfection?
What does it take to be perfect?
I look in the mirror
And I see perfection
I look in my soul
And I see depression

I see a beast,
That will never be accepted
A lonely soul,
Surrounded by people
Yet, invincible
I see me yearning to be loved
So,  I cry myself
To sleep everyday,
Contemplating suicide

But when I wake up,
The first thing I see
Is my perfect reflection in the mirror
So, I smile
Hiding my fear of perfection
Little do I know that perfection,
Is an illusion
And suicide is never the solution!
#thinkinginwords
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground


-FreeMind
December 1, 2018
#67
in the night i think i
am alive i think i am
swinging and swigging
from bottles and living
my life like it doesn't exist.

in the night i think i
am swimming in the
darkness. flinging on
a sad abysses. i think
i need to stop for a minute.

i just want to say
i have nothing to
say. i just want to
know how far it
takes to let my world
go. i want to be it
for you. in the night

i think i could be the right
one.
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