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May 2017 · 265
Once More
mia mor May 2017
AWAKEN
suddenly..
forcibly drowned: reality.
What happens when the old becomes the new again?
...When every creeping moment of
redemption and healing
amount to failure?
I try so hard.
Abandon me.
at the side of the road.
                                                                ­         alone.
so i can reflect on
Everything.

.m.c.
May 2017 · 255
you are my Sunshine
mia mor May 2017
fair streams embrace me in the glory of your presence.
fill my heart with unspeakable joy.
enlighten each pore with your flawless essence
every inch of my body vibrates with your tender touch.
you hold me gently.
baby, you're the ultimate crutch.  
sweetie, never let me out of your clutch.

(m.c)
9;17am//05082017
May 2017 · 332
Asylum Dormitory
mia mor May 2017
Block.
a Block.
Blocks.
white cinder overlapping
thoughts like suicide
abide by no principles.
Block
a Block.
Blocks.
Do not block
monsoons.
Do not waive
rollercoasters.
Block
a Block
Blocks.
No fear of boogeyman.
Nor demons.
Nor death.
Only eternity in cell walls.
Block
a Block.
Blocks.

-m.c.
Written at a time and day both unknown.
May 2017 · 234
Pardon Me
mia mor May 2017
from the    deepest pit
  resting in   my heart
   screams in terror
  choice, now error,
           i love
           you
10:37am//05022017
Apr 2016 · 771
Halfway
mia mor Apr 2016
Halfway there.
There is no turning back.
I must push, shove, and climb to stay on track.
There is no failure.
No starting to slack.
Until I have earned my merit
I must not crack.
My dried tear stains.
My bloodied wounds.
Have been exposed.
There is nothing
and yet everything to loose.
Somehow a mustard seed of hope stays intact.
For I want to see my name in the first position plastered on that plaque.
It might be a selfish act
but to see how you'd react
would in fact please me.
We'd both know how much I tried to reach this place
Back when I was
Halfway there.
Mar 2016 · 308
fumble 0.2
mia mor Mar 2016
i get trapped inside the corners of my mind because as much as i run i cannot hide from the thoughts that take my happy, take my pride.
Dec 2015 · 326
frumble 0.1
mia mor Dec 2015
i don't know why i let these thoughts terrorize my head. its almost like they own me. they keep me held in ******* so that they can
whip me an leave bleeding lashes and
welts on my mind and
heart. i just want
to live
free.
Dec 2015 · 1.0k
frumble 0.0
mia mor Dec 2015
sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear your heart wrenching criticisms. sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear the failure seeping from my throat. sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear the harsh taunts of silence screeching in my ears. sometimes i wish i was deaf
Dec 2015 · 314
Heartbreak
mia mor Dec 2015
Heartbreak is a cold and viscous man.
Comes to steal joy when I thought love was grand.  
I don’t understand how pain became apart of a plan that was made for only love to come my way and stick like sand.
My heart overflows with much sorrow as I grieve for my heart and soul that is now hollow.  
Heartbreak came and stole my love and peace and now I’m rocking back and forth with psychotic unease.  
As anger continues to rise and rise, the tears are flowing more and more heavily from my eyes.  
My heart is aglow with spewing lava from Hell.  
A downward spiral in my brain is occurring, can’t you tell?
I stopped writing to see how quickly time flies.  
I noticed then what would avenge my peace and love.
The answer is the day Heartbreak dies.  
And that is a day that will be truly sent from above.
Inspired by J. Burnett

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