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Serve my bones on a silver platter
I can snap my wrists on more than rocks
Souls can ***** at the lightest of words
Cark my heart then

*be careful for what you wish for
 Jun 2015 collin
Amy Perry
Your silence climbs like vines,
I hardly notice it binds,
Past my grounded thighs,
Twisting all up my spine,
My heart's furnace, it shall find,
And attempt to smother it alive.
I know we're on year nine,
And you've always been on my mind,
But now there comes a time -
That the Sunshine, I just can't find,
Your contempt for me is all that you remind,
The only time you direct your energy towards mine.

I can stand tall on my own.

Through Winter, I did not wither,
From my keeper, no compassionate water delivered -
The blood from within my veins of river,
From my own flourishings, is where I beat the shiver.
Let it be known:
Nourishment & Encouragement
Is what you couldn't give her.
What she found instead:
Her inner self is her giver.
 Jun 2015 collin
Kristine Jensen
i am slowly learning
that some people are
not good for me,
no matter how much
I love them.
- dige om "den fortabte kærlighed til en efterskoleven"
 Jun 2015 collin
Brooklynn Nights
in a dream, you were someone else entirely

you didn't even exist

my mind was filled with everything that had nothing to do with you
where your place never was, he was
he smiled in a way that i swore i could feel even after i woke up
my heart felt light
and empty

in my bed, you are the reason i am either too hot or too cold
you kick the sheets down and take up too much space
i toss and turn, but it doesn't wake you up

in a dream, i was the definition of a woman

and my love was overbearing,
and you ran as far as you could while i had my back turned
when i finally noticed, i didn't even try to catch you
i fell into a giant bowl and began filling it with my tears

when i awoke, your fingers were loosely tangled in mine
my heart felt heavy
and full
 Jun 2015 collin
Brooklynn Nights
it's all too familiar-
our commands and operations,
the mechanics of us
the ebb and flow that kills me while also giving me life
i can almost predict what is going to take place at this point
you'll slip into an apathetic silence without any warning,
and i'll say those three little words:

"i'm so high"
 Jun 2015 collin
Brooklynn Nights
oh, the joy of having the ability to spill my never-ending thoughts
is immeasurable!
my mind is a cemetery where the ghosts of each passing moment
rise to haunt me
they spring up out of nowhere,
and the only say that i have in the matter is
when to release them
confusion becomes clarity by my way with words,
gently turning and molding them into phrases
that only i can fully understand
no one can stop me or tell me how and what i should communicate-
a freedom that is comparable only to other forms of artistry
and a feeling of impulse that one should not ignore
if they are lucky enough to receive it
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