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Jun 2015 · 509
Yourself.
If you could be anyone,
Would you chose to be *yourself?
Jun 2015 · 477
A self portait in letters
I like you.
Your eyes are full of language.
Jun 2015 · 474
20 years from now
Isn't it weird that in 20 years some of us could be married, some of us could be famous and some of us could be *dead.
It scares me how real this is.
May 2015 · 531
Ego
Ego
She pretends she like doesn't miss you,
You're acting like you don't give a ****.
Ego is a hell of a drug.
May 2015 · 780
Black is poetic
Black is not sad.
Bright colours are what depress me.
They're so.. Empty.
Black is poetic.
How do you imagine a poem?
In a bright yellow jacket?
Probably not.
-Ann Demulemeester
May 2015 · 3.1k
She's not like the rest.
She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,
The most meaningful haiku,
And the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
Seconds to love her,
And a lifetime to forger her.
May 2015 · 695
Heaven & Hell
Heaven exists.  
It's 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
He'll exists.
It's 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.
May 2015 · 295
Empty
Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of oursf in everything we used to love.
May 2015 · 2.2k
Appearance.
You shouldn't point out things about people's appearance if they can't fix it in ten seconds.
-something my sister said one, it became an important thing to me.
Apr 2015 · 344
Untitled
And the sad thing is, we hate who we are but we also hate who we aren't.
Apr 2015 · 379
"It."
And finally you realized.. You can't force "it" to be something. You can't force consistency, loyalty, or even honesty. You can't force them to keep their world, or to communicate, or to realize something special is in front of them.
Apr 2015 · 286
Untitled
And finally you realized.. You can't force "It" to be something. You can't force cons
Apr 2015 · 278
6w
6w
It still hurts at 3 a.m.
Apr 2015 · 252
For him.
I'm writing only for you,
But you'll never see it.
Apr 2015 · 281
Inside
There are poems
inside of you
That paper can not handle.
Apr 2015 · 277
10W
10W
I think I'm surviving
In all the wrong ways.
Apr 2015 · 215
Untitled
We're all trying to forget *someone.
Apr 2015 · 219
Untitled
Frame every so-called disaster with these words, "in five years will it matter?"
-most of the time it won't.
Apr 2015 · 432
Someday.
Someday you will look back and know exactly why it happened.
Apr 2015 · 448
Flaws.
I talk less because silence hides flaws.
Mar 2015 · 243
Untitled
The higher you fly,
The harder you fall.
Mar 2015 · 280
Mind
I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.
Mar 2015 · 288
Cliché
You're addicted to these Cliché quotes that say all the things your thinking.
Mar 2015 · 430
Untitled
Beautiful Scars on critical veins.
You said I was your dream girl, but I guess you decided to wake up.
Mar 2015 · 580
Untitled
Is there a right way for being strong? It feels like I'm doing things all wrong.
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
The Recital
She plays her skin like a violin.
Aimed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show.
Passion is bled with no words said.
For this song is just instrumental.
And when the girl falls down without a sound,
She can't make it to the recital.
Mar 2015 · 553
4 am thoughts
Oh please don't cry, you *liar.
Mar 2015 · 464
Untitled
The answers that you dig for are not inside your *wrist.

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