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straddle death
make it laugh
make the reaper
cease to reap
dig up the grave yards
the stones decay
because today our lives
will flourish
our hearts will not
rot
inside our chests
i've told my ghosts
to move on by
because
i
i am alive
I hold the sun & the night
in the tendrils of my hair.
They mesh and combine,
instead of bicker and fight.
It's like that in my blood,
the avenues of veins,
in the suburbs of my inner cities.
Possessing both the dark
and the light.
The influences of good and bad.
I am both
and I am a human
Girl.
a large room,

no, a really,

unimaginably

large room,

with a typewriter

in the center

-

the words

free yourself

are already spoken,

and underlined,

in the center

of the page

-

there is no blinking cursor,

no glowing white field

-

an iron sight

holds the paper down

so you can

torture or nurture

or shun or ****** it

with both

precision and accuracy

-

careful though,

you can drift

beyond the walls of your

supposedly

big room

in the length of a page
Sometimes in the middle of the night,
I wake up and wonder where you are.
I wonder what you're doing,
What you're thinking,
What your life is like.

I wonder if you miss me,
If you think of me,
If you wonder who I am.

I wonder if you regret,
If it's ever crossed your mind,
That I'm not coming back.

All we share is DNA.
All we share is DNA.
And the curious feeling about what each other is like.
But that is all we share.
That is all we share.
you are sleeping only
a whisper away and if
i can't see your face but
i know that it is there
behind the curtain of
night then i am blind but
i am falling and falling
and finally flying into
love
all over and over and
over and over again
blind love is sometimes the perfect love


I had an impromptu sleepover at my boyfriend's. I'm not allowed sleepovers (I am a fairly mature 16-year-old but with parents who are still strict) but my mom couldn't pick me up last night so I stayed in his twin's room (she's awesome) and I had the most wonderful sleep. He was in the next room so I felt very safe and content and I did not dream (that I know of) and I think that is because I didn't need to make up any stories to convince my sleeping self of his love, since he was so close.
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