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heather Sep 2013
i like when
words speak for
themselves
and create
their own beat in your brain
i'm not one for fancy things
i like black ink
on white pages
and sentences that are so
well calculated that they
seem effortless
heather Sep 2013
i would prefer to sit
home alone
and read
the fountainhead
the catcher in rye
the metamorphosis
the stranger
i get drunk off plays on words
i get high off clever plots
what keeps me up at
night isn't money
or relationships
it's the fact that
there are so many
lovely books
that have yet to be
in my hands
it's overwhelming
i do not dream
of stacks of currency
or a lover by my side
i dream of paper
covered in ink
and the satisfying
feeling of turning pages
heather Sep 2013
i saw you lose your mind
or rather i witnessed
your body
after your mind went
awol
you talked in endless loops
and writhed across my bed
smearing blood leaking from your knees
and shattering the old mirror on the wall
your mind is the most beautiful i have
ever seen
even in that primal instinctive state
you made sense
at least to me
at least in that moment
you thought you were dying
and you stripped completely naked
you didn't understand life
and why we were here
any answer you could
come up with had to be wrong
because if you understood life
that would make you special
and you knew you weren't that special
but the wild look in your eyes
said otherwise
you don't remember any of it
i won't ever forget it
i cannot write any kind of poem that would do this event any justice. drugs, man.
heather Sep 2013
i just hate the fact
that i have your eyes

the same eyes that
can look back at me with
contempt

an ocean full of malice
and disgust as if
i was the one who
sunk your neatly
built palace
heather Sep 2013
no longer was
she content
walking among the
dead
however there were
none of the living
kind to be found

she didn't understand
their boring jobs
and boring spouses
and boring kids
and boring houses
and boring ***
and boring traditions

she didn't inherit
anything from the
past
she didn't owe
anything to anyone
and she didn't care
to pretend
that she cared

one might call
it hedonistic
but there's no
wrong in
walking away from
anything or anyone
in favor of
walking towards
something better

and this girl
ran as fast as
she could
and found herself
a way to breathe
life into her
existence
heather Sep 2013
here's to the misfits
and the underdogs
the ones that won't quit
and the underachievers

here's to the reckless
and the foolish
the ones with minds left to lose
and guts left to spill
heather Sep 2013
if he was red
then i was blue
together we made
the most beautiful
shade of purple
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