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I want to die.
Tell me,
Is it possible?
Can I do it myself?
Or will I be judged.
Ignorant little pests
Who belong to a certain religion
Tell me I'd go to hell.

But I'm already there.
And I can not escape.

My one
And only
Real Hell,

Has been in my head
The whole time.
I want to smile
And say 'im fine'
And i want that
One day...
To not be a lie
 May 2013 explorereality
marina
i don't need you to hold my hand
anymore to reassure me that you're there,
but sometimes i still get scared, so
i'm begging you tonight--
                                             please
                                                       don't
                                                               *go
because this is the scariest road i've ever had to cross and i don't know what to do when all my friends have to go and i have to stay so please stay with me too.  i don't need you to be here every day like i'd like you to be, but don't tell me it would hurt less to just stop talking now because that's bull and you know it.  
holy crap i'm freaking out.  i'm sorry, i feel like i use hp more as a diary than i should.
 May 2013 explorereality
marina
maybe, just maybe, somebody
hollowed out the empty spaces in
the trees at crescent park
just as a secret message to me,
to remind me that it's okay
for beautiful things to feel empty.
to **** a mockingbird is boss.  i can't believe it's been two years since i've read it, i really need to pick it up again.
 May 2013 explorereality
Michael
Time burdens the wrist
With a watch always ticking.

Its gears and cogs fall into place,  
As the wearer falls out of time.

As if you actually owned any time
In a world of moments and memories.
 May 2013 explorereality
Michael
Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.

Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.
 May 2013 explorereality
Michael
Little girl
eyes shut
sitting with
the little blind boy.

Hands on her face,
the little girl describes
a big oak tree.

And the little blind boy
is beaming
on the cool May day.
 Apr 2013 explorereality
marina
(you were)
going                        
                  g o i n g            
                                    g o i n g

(and all too suddenly)
gone
an awful kick off to ten-word tuesday
but whatevs
 Apr 2013 explorereality
marina
i would chase away
all your demons, if that would
help to change your mind.
tuesdays are hellish.
 Apr 2013 explorereality
marina
darling, do you
     even know
how                          
      *******
                ­ cute
   you are?
hello, old friend.   i love 10wtuesdays too much.
so today was pretty awful.  but jesse has a way of turning things around without even trying.
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