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m Feb 2018
i so desperately want to fold into myself
want to burn myself and make something of the ash
i feel like a great almost completed puzzle
expansive and vast
dull pieces
but still connected
now one piece has been taken from me and has been replaced
replaced by a misshapen mess in the guise a puzzle piece
and as i desperately try to shove it in its previous spot
i scream
and push my hands across the table
disconnecting the pieces in my plight

i can never be complete again
i’ve changed so much since last year. I dont even recognize my own thoughts anymore.
Beau Scorgie Nov 2016
I make a lot of marks.
I'm good at making marks.
On paper.
On canvas.
On my skin.
I'm one of those people that folds the pages of a book.
(I hate those people too)
I searched for my place in this world
but it only confused me further.
So I decided to etch my own place.
Luckily,
I'm good at making marks.
I've made a lot of marks.
As she
was nigh
round neighborhood
that she
wrought of
her social
discourse to
flaunt her
reflection with
nowhere sacred
only would
entail generation
of clout
as her
vale would
finally clot
her kind,
Sabrina Apr 2015
You open your eyes
to look
you do not see
you look

You open your mouth
to talk
you do not speak
you talk

You use your ears
to hear
you do not listen
you hear

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