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Tiara I S Nov 5
tell me all the ways to stay awake
I'm sleeping on sunlight
the moon ignites synapses to charge
don't know a dream from reality
I'm counting every single last seam
no one is real since these walls keep turning
cocoon my thoughts away- I'll steal them back
drown my sorrows in the melatonin
all it does is buzz and hiss at this pink machine
insomia's a blessing when nightmares attack
waking daydreams in shuddered hisses
go back into the time sleep was a need
not a vain want wrapped in disease
Tiara I S Nov 5
I cried oceans as a child
and scream rivers now as I look back
labeled lazy for hanging on
when I was holding on tight enough to bleed
crimson fingertips hidden behind smiles
laughter and just trying to live for others' sake
Tiara I S Nov 5
wanna jump off a cliff and fight the elder gods

descend into hell- where else do I belong
I've never been able to graft myself into this time

everything falls apart- born so far from the yams

vanquished foes rise once more- my reality

I'm all too numb to the threat of my reality
wake up disgruntled and turn over to sleep
madness awaits me- I dream it so often

knife extended to the heavens who've forsaken me once more
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Tiara I S Nov 5
I just want someone to hold my hand
Im not requesting that you hold me up
Im not asking you to wipe away my tears
I just want you to let me cry it out with you near
I often would rather be alone
because if I like you- I'll like you too much
your absence would send me off the edge
don't start nothing with me if you're prepared to dissappear
with little to no discussion before
Im too fragile and my heart is on my sleeve
I hate layers cuz they overwhelm me
so simple things move my heart
I have high walls but the walls are thin
delicacy might as well be my middle name
guess that could be another definition of faith
my middle name is Imani - "faith" in Swahili which is ironic
Tiara I S Nov 5
Im just scared and tired
Im just getting tired
all the walls build towers
I plummet below sea level
and revel in my misery
every step isn't far enough
all my options are bleek
I'm going to upload my guts from my 2 year absence
  Jun 2022 Tiara I S
Masha Yurkevich
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
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