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~ C'mon car - Drive me home ! Broken heart - Please don't roam .. Tired legs - / Hold me up \ Convince myself To never stop, ~
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
hurting holidays
I like the feeling of tight sports bras To hide what little I have And to make me feel secure I like the feeling of tight sleeping bags wrapped around me To hold me And to make me feel like someone else holds me as I rest I like the feeling of tight cozy jackets and sweaters To soothe my soul And to make me feel snuggly I like the feeling of wires, ropes, and belts wrapped tightly around my throat To cut off my circulation And to watch my face turn a nice dark red-purple
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Tight
My friend. You came into my room so distressed, The musicians you loved had all been depressed And you wondered if you might turn out the same as them, Play the same sad songs, drink whisky and smoke. With all the dysphoria took over compassion Your clothes got expressive, you'd changed your fashion You accepted you'd sit in you chair with old age And read all the books, and imagine taking to stage. But for now you sat beside me and said let's not be scared You re-assured me of the life you most feared Somehow this comforted both your mind and mine, Dark looks for dark, it must be hard to be blind. We shall meet again someday, you said. Doubtful. As we walked past all the towering oak trees, so tall And the more you had to leave the less help I could lend Your violin still plays melodies which I can't quite comprehend.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
My Friend
She washes her hands in egg whites, picking out stray shell pieces. Sitting as still as the morning- quiet, while the kettle sets itself a-steaming. She hears that same Chinese flute drifting down the hallway, slipping universal truths under each hotel room doorway. She looks to the rain in the hills like sorrowful sailor's wife; a day could be time for a dream fulfiled or the time that the rivers run dry.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
brought by a morning
Even in a small town, would you know what is normal, what a stranger looks like 2 blocks away from your daily routine?
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
The Norm
They say in this world that everyone starts with nothing, that everyone has the opportunity to climb to the top with a cup of effort and just a sprinkle of integrity, that everyone is born equal, and that everyone succeeds. They are lying, if not to you, then to themselves. Fact is that inheritance will always be present in this world; parents will always die and pass on their wealth to their children. Whether we are aware of this or chose to acknowledge its existence is independent and non-influential to this fact. A lying billionaire may have one daughter and she may never have to genuinely work a day in her life, while an honest but unlucky displaced man may have one son and be unable to give him but a pair of shoes to place over his soft feet. We are unable to alter this occurrence, for it is natural to wish for one’s own legacy to continue not only in genes, but in wealth, fame, and power, but it is crucial to acknowledge the differences of the lives into which we are born.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Wealth
Are you my anchor, To hold me in the wake of the most terrible storm, Or are you my anchor, To bring me                      Down                               With                                             You?
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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