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NV Nov 2013
F&F
"Forgive and Forget."**

We forgive,
but we don't forget.

And that's the thing,
They think because you haven't forgotten,
that you haven't forgiven either.
NV Nov 2013
"In my mind I am eloquent, I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts."
NV Nov 2013
"And the sky poisons herself with impossible promises to always cradle the moon when she's down, but it isn't the moon who is often blue."
NV Oct 2013
Is it odd?

That I'm a little bit inlove with Death.
The only lover who would take away my breath.

A man,
far more interested than just my body,
but my soul.
Dust to dust, ash to ash.
My anatomy of coal.

            Please!
Make my heart skip a beat.
So in the pause of silence,
we'll meet.
Or make it beat no more,
And the endless questions will cease,
Like "What am I living for?"

Come Death take me!
And set me free.
For Life,
Well, Life has never let me be.
NV Oct 2013
As kids we believed
In order to see a monster
We had to look under our beds at night.

But as we got older
We discovered that in order to see a monster,
All we had to do was look into a mirror.
We saw what no one else but ourselves could see.
We saw what everyone around us created us to see.
What they created us to believe.

A society only focused on money
Taught us we'll never be enough,
They taught us we needed
So many products of so many different brands.
If we wanted to "fit in".
Some people thought about it too often,
Obsessed with other people's idea of beauty.
We moved into a society where
Beauty had escaped the eye of the beholder.
We moved into a society where
Beauty was on a screen of a television,
On the cover of a magazine,
We're in a society where,
We've all been hypnotized into thinking there could be
One true idea of beauty.


*k.l (innercunt}tumblr)
NV Oct 2013
And you can't seem to recognise that person in the mirror.

Who is she?
Where is she?
How is she?

                                              But she knows.
                                      And what she knows
                                                  saddens her.

In that mirror.

She is her insecurities.
She is her regrets,
She is her failures.

In that mirror.

She is here.
She is there.
She is nowhere to be found.

In that mirror.

She is lost.
She is broken.
She is damaged.

Wait...

Maybe I know that person.
Maybe that person,

                                                        ­        Is
                                                      ­         Me.
NV Oct 2013
An old Cherokee told his grandson,
"My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, kindness, empathy and truth."

The boy thought about it, and asked,
"Grandfather, which wolf wins?"

The old man quietly replied,

"The one you feed."

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