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Free the ******!
Live with less clothes!
Live with less ego...
Live with less standards.
Get rid of the borders.
You don't need that bread.
Underneath the pants
we all have the same parts,
There's vaginas,
There's penises,
and people who have both.
Right and wrong is like
***** and ******;
Relative to perspective.
So who's to say,
who should love who,
or what one should do.
Don't tell me
what to do with my body!
Help free the *******!
There's nothing wrong with not wearing clothes!
Its not an invite for ***!
Lets stop judging our vessels of life!
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
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Fading
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
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I am losing myself
just like how I lost everyone else

Slowly, painful, little by little
then all at once
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
K
Untitled
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
K
i believe in the impossible
but the impossible
                                  doesnt
                                                believe
                                                              in
                                                                     Me
I deleted every line
That said I ever loved you
Regretted every song
That I had ever wrote you
I can't possibly erase them
They're all a part of me
Reminders of a bad decision
Yeah, that sounds like me
My heart just full of stupid
My head just full of dumb
My works just full of love
And now it's all undone.
And I hate myself with each one I find again.

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words, I can't express enough how happy I am that I actually made Daily poem <3
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
WJ Thompson
The potential in the collections of seconds which crescendo into minutes in the clock of an outdated watch simmer furiously with their inability to communicate with their bearers and explain or at least signal that now would be exactly the perfect time to go and
                          just
                                do it.
Hats off to LaBeouf.
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
bones
Creased
 Mar 2017 CeilingStar
bones
When this skin
was young and ironed,
well it fit,
like new things do;

that was then
but now I find
the cracks within
are showing through.
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