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m i a May 2016
sticks and stones, may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me,
words will never hurt me
words
   will
           never
                hurt
                    me.
and oh my,
what an awful lie
that was.
do you know why?
well because,
words are the most powerful thing,
we use them to sing,
or to porpose to a lover with a ring,
but
but,
we can also use these so called words to ruin a human being,
whether it be,
emotionally,
physically,
and
mentally,
i know most don't mean to intentionally,
but you need to remember to watch what you say,
because those words can effect someone,
on today,
or later on in may,
instead,
let your words flow with,
wisdom and grace,
not with hurtful lies and myths,
instead,
let your lovely words,
bring a smile to someone's face,
and maybe they won't feel
like a disgusting disgrace,
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words may hurt me.
this is just my opinion, words may not effect you at all, so it may be different for you. though my message still stands, how will you use your words today?
  May 2016 m i a
hfallahpour
Remove the vagueness from my heart
and give it reality
  May 2016 m i a
Chloe Zafonte
Truth is that everyone is a hater not a congratulator!
I hate seeing people who go all out of their way to insult someone or criticize a celebrity  as well as someone who achieved something higher.
  May 2016 m i a
ryn
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
m i a May 2016
sure my heart may be thumping,
and my lungs may be exhaling,
and my blood may be pumping,
but darling we both know,
im slowly dying,
*on the inside.
my thoughts are getting worse and worse, anxiety is such a curse, a curse.
  May 2016 m i a
AK93
You are not the needle sticking out of my arm as I nod off silently
You are not the pipe lying in my lap as my body starts shaking violently
You are not the pill case resting by my side as I fade away on the floor quietly
You are not the bottle in my hand as I slam my car into a van filled with a family

You are the substance shooting through my veins, relieving me of all my pain
You are the smoke soaking my lungs, bringing me to a mystic plane
You are the powdered capsules floating in my stomach, promising to take me far away
You are the alcohol mixed into my blood, granting me courage to not care for this place
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