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The boy that she would never admit that she loved standing in front of her never knew how much she hated herself but now he did. She's the reason this boy whose smile could light up the world was staring at her with tears in his eyes. The same eyes that resembled the loving hues of blue that laid on the seas and if you stared into them for too long their soft currents could lull you to sleep. But his eyes looking down at her right now were nothing like the peaceful currents of the sea. His black pupils were surrounded by the darkest blues from the angriest parts of the ocean. The waves crashing and churning, threatening to spill over his lashes and down his beautifully porcelain cheeks. And for that, she could never forgive her self.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
assleysmith
Porcelain 1
The boy that she would never admit that she loved standing in front of her never knew how much she hated herself but now he did. She's the reason this boy whose smile could light up the world was staring at her with tears in his eyes. The same eyes that resembled the loving hues of blue that laid on the seas and if you stared into them for too long their soft currents could lull you to sleep. But his eyes looking down at her right now were nothing like the peaceful currents of the sea. His black pupils were surrounded by the darkest blues from the angriest parts of the ocean. The waves crashing and churning, threatening to spill over his lashes and down his beautifully porcelain cheeks. And for that, she could never forgive her self.
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To my room I feel confined. Trapped. A prisoner of my own mind. Ceilings are getting taller Sweat soaking my collar My throat is getting smaller I am barely able to call out her name. I am getting smaller but my vices and flaws are not reacting the... same. The shame becomes too much and suddenly these made up floors turn into made up dust and the hate I can feel it in the back of this room. my mind. its calling... these made up floors turn into dust and suddenly I'm falling. The pain I feel it in my ears my mouth, these locked doors. I'm falling. Suddenly there is dust all around me and I'm no longer standing on made up floors. Suddenly. The hurt I feel it in the boarded windows, or... my eyes? The hurt I feel it like a shooting pain from wall to wall it stings my thighs. Suddenly? suddenly... the floors, the dust, it's all lies. and suddenly I'm falling. I have been falling. I am still falling. How long have I been falling.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
assleysmith
A Slam Poem
To my room I feel confined. Trapped. A prisoner of my own mind. Ceilings are getting taller Sweat soaking my collar My throat is getting smaller I am barely able to call out her name. I am getting smaller but my vices and flaws are not reacting the... same. The shame becomes too much and suddenly these made up floors turn into made up dust and the hate I can feel it in the back of this room. my mind. its calling... these made up floors turn into dust and suddenly I'm falling. The pain I feel it in my ears my mouth, these locked doors. I'm falling. Suddenly there is dust all around me and I'm no longer standing on made up floors. Suddenly. The hurt I feel it in the boarded windows, or... my eyes? The hurt I feel it like a shooting pain from wall to wall it stings my thighs. Suddenly? suddenly... the floors, the dust, it's all lies. and suddenly I'm falling. I have been falling. I am still falling. How long have I been falling.
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Sitting in front of TV screens at 5 years old. Watching them dance. Watching them sing. Watching them act. I just want to be famous. Extra days at the bar only 10 years old. Turn faster. Jump higher. Split bigger. I just want to be famous. Dances. Birthdays. Family dinners. I can't I have practice. I can't I have practice. I can't I have practice. I just want to be famous. All nighters in the studio 15 years old. Write faster. Sing higher. Perform bigger. I just want to be famous. Parties, tests, sports. I can't I have to rehearse. I can't I have to rehearse. I can't I have to rehearse. I just want to be famous. Spending hours staring at myself in the mirror 18 years old. Lose weight faster. Cheekbones higher. **** bigger. I just want to be famous. Dates, interviews, entry exams. I can't I have an audition, I can't I have an audition, I can't I have an audition. I just want to be famous. Spend my weekends at competitions Dance. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Spend my nights doing shows. Sing. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Spend my breaks filming. Act. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Tours at 20 Travelling the world. Fans at 20 Inspiring people who are just like I was Money at 20 Being paid to do what I loved Alone at 20 No dances, no parties, no dates Bored at 20 No birthdays, no tests, no interviews. Finished at 20 No family dinners, no sports, no entrance exams. Famous at 20 I just want to be happy.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
assleysmith
Famous
Sitting in front of TV screens at 5 years old. Watching them dance. Watching them sing. Watching them act. I just want to be famous. Extra days at the bar only 10 years old. Turn faster. Jump higher. Split bigger. I just want to be famous. Dances. Birthdays. Family dinners. I can't I have practice. I can't I have practice. I can't I have practice. I just want to be famous. All nighters in the studio 15 years old. Write faster. Sing higher. Perform bigger. I just want to be famous. Parties, tests, sports. I can't I have to rehearse. I can't I have to rehearse. I can't I have to rehearse. I just want to be famous. Spending hours staring at myself in the mirror 18 years old. Lose weight faster. Cheekbones higher. **** bigger. I just want to be famous. Dates, interviews, entry exams. I can't I have an audition, I can't I have an audition, I can't I have an audition. I just want to be famous. Spend my weekends at competitions Dance. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Spend my nights doing shows. Sing. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Spend my breaks filming. Act. Perform. Smile. I just want to be famous. Tours at 20 Travelling the world. Fans at 20 Inspiring people who are just like I was Money at 20 Being paid to do what I loved Alone at 20 No dances, no parties, no dates Bored at 20 No birthdays, no tests, no interviews. Finished at 20 No family dinners, no sports, no entrance exams. Famous at 20 I just want to be happy.
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