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I always lose my shoes. I eat a bowl of popcorn every day and never put the bowl in the sink. My hair doesn't always stay in the right side. I told my sister that I wish she killed herself the other day. I have terrible attendence. Deodorant covers up my smell but not my stains. I don't write good enough. I don't like sleeping at night. I'm lonely and I make people leave.

I love deep. I can make kick *** deserts. I tell funny ****** up jokes. I make a mean *** of coffee. I like to swing. I like to dance in the rain. I know every word to the frozen movie. I have good taste in music. I'm impulsive. I like coffee and mini golfing and ice cream and hula hooping in the store.

If you hear me when you are crying wondering if you'll ever meet her. If you need a lover a friend a companion. If too sensitive and slightly child like makes you smile. If your heartstrings play music when you read my words.

Then love me back as much as the moon loves the sun. As much as my galoshes love a puddle. As much as a smoker loves the taste of the inhale. As much as I would love you.

I would love you.
 Jun 2014 aphrodite
rivy
stardust
 Jun 2014 aphrodite
rivy
you're not going to there at 3 in the afternoon and nobody's home to stop me
you're not going to be there when my heart is heavy and aching in my chest
you not going to be there when I put the third cigarette between my lips
just because I know how much you hate the taste of it
you won't be there when I take one step closer to the edge
you won't be there when the golden red strings that held me together start breaking in millions of tiny pieces that will forever fly across the universe and finally set my soul free
Even if freedom means being lonely for you and only you
 Jun 2014 aphrodite
Marian
Summer Is The Time For Heat
And For Wildflower Blossoms

*~Marian~
It's Been A While, HP!!! :) ~~~~<3
So Here's A Random 10w Poem!!! :) ~~~~<3
I Sure Hope You All Enjoy It!! :) ~~~~<3
 Apr 2014 aphrodite
SG Holter
Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.
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