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 Dec 2016 rattletaptap
stargirl
my thoughts are blue.
my bruises are green.
all you do is
scream scream scream.

broken fingers.
misplaced trust.
my conscience is beginning to rust.
it sits idly in the swamps of my mind.
i pretend that's just fine.
i always forget how terrible of a writer i am until i try to write again.
 Dec 2016 rattletaptap
Gloom Says
The fear of losing what you had been aiming for.
The fear of losing what you had been sweating for.
The fear of losing what you had been craving for.

How come you don’t die of this?
I think the last time I got a decent amount of sleep
Was when I was in my moms belly
So don't complain
If I'm a little tired
Cause I didn't ask
For life to turn out like this
You are like a corpse flower;
Beautiful and rare, but with a hint of death
In case you do not know what a corpse flower is or how it looks like, then I suggest you should Google it. It's a very unique and  beautiful flower, but with a foul smell.
Concept: the cities are empty, vines grow through top-floor windows and trees stretch taller than the buildings. Nature has reclaimed herself.
 Nov 2016 rattletaptap
chris
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 Nov 2016 rattletaptap
chris
beating heart
closing eyes
blank mind
cold touch
numb feet
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