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scream up and down
to give me more space
but when the
night comes
cold sets in
...
I just want you to hold me.
I've turned toward the sun

and I've begun to heal, cracks

once oozing now sealing, but

no matter how much I reach up

and how much I grow, the scars

are always with me, and I

will never forget.
Bible writes Jul 10
A sweet melody filled the room completely
‎But I saw no one
‎I called out loud and-no answer
‎Suddenly the song stopped as if it had never played
‎The room became quiet
‎I heard footsteps slowly getting closer
‎The Walls around me began to Bang loudly
‎I wanted to run but my legs were freezed
‎I was stuck
‎I cried and cried hoping someone would come
‎Then someone called me
‎Shaking me to wake up..
‎I opened my eyes...left a sigh and realized it was a nightmare
‎But even in waking
‎I was still paralyzed.
- Bible ❤️
A melody that no one heard....but I did.
sway back and forth
a beautiful array of
emotion dances
side
by side
I feel a menagerie
and my lips feel dry

Not a word spoken,
yet so much was said.
Writing like slapping brushstrokes
on the page, typing with such speed
that the keys click loudly; music
to my ears. I will write like my
life depends on it, because sometimes
it does. Through lows and high, I
will make art, and maybe, just maybe,
one day someone will read them
and understand.
it bugs me, the way
you walk like you own
the place, standing tall
prideful as a lion, yet
selfish as a thief.

You are all you think about.
can't stop thinking
you, always a damsel
but what happens dear
when no one comes to
save you?
...
Do you have it in you,
that fire, that spark
to be your own hero?
Morgen Nudel Jul 9
27
I only know
how to write

sad things
sad songs
sad brings along

the anger,
the angst from my teens
my spiritual upbringing
pummeled by dead things
in my soul

my boy only knows
how to love
sad me,
bad me,

contain me
in the rigidity
of the cruelty I imbue
on myself

the capacity
for sociability
has fled and flown
south like a snowbird

I think I’m spiraling
it’s so exciting
knowing that the only
one I want to know
finds me so inspiring

go find another muse
while I tear into
this great deep blue
there's a balance to be

struck, the tightrope

between creativity and

burnout; a match lit from

both ends and I'm burning

alive.


I don't know when to stop.
screaming in a

soundproof room

the feeling of

tiny cuts opening

my scars displayed;

bright red. It's like

I'm unraveling, and

I don't want to stop.



"It feels like relief."
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