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I know you been trippin isolation got you paranoid altering your vision got you p!ssed and now you're blind to joy hurt led to you sippin on the liquor tryna fill the void but didn't when you listen silence makes a noise audible breath I can't help but be annoyed the reason you can't see the point is due to lack of confidence all taken by your inner voice internal sound you can't avoid convincing you your only choice is talking 💩 to mirrors untill loathing for yourself deploys and any poise you built through the years is gone introducing clouds of doubt at will till all your fears are strong and escalate in magnitude which makes more hateful attitude missed connections leaving you confused and if the truth alludes blanks and unknown answers tend to get filled in with biased views messing up your mood with perception askew and you dont even have a clue what really is lost grip on reality your teeth grit and stressin starts to become a formality you start to forget about how it grows very rapidly weight increases and it almost feels as if the gravity just increased nearly ten fold seems you got your zen stole consumed by a black hole forming in your lost soul burning like some hot coal jolting like a pothole makes it tough to not go a little bit crazy can't give up I fought those demons thought I got close but it seems that shots dont hit with vision hazy but a shot in the dark can still create a spark for a moment which opens glimpses of where to start searching for your mark you gotta stay sharp like teeth of a shark so it's a walk in the park the journey is a part of this life you must love destination counts but the amount is not above lovin how you get there how you've grown and woven until threadbare sometimes it wont seem fair but when the good's deemed rare its held in higher standard than if everything pandered to every desire and if nothing was ever tampered with unless you've felt like 💩 you might not appreciate the way happiness hits unless you've truly felt at some point overwhelmed by the cards you been dealt prolly couldn't even tell how special it is when everything is goin well don't let greed ****** you and trap you under its spell detatch from expectations for less disappointment widen your horizon of appreciation and join them when things go right for others not just you don't compete or start pickin fights just simply go and do whatever makes you happy what truly makes you happy? you should do that that's nothing but facts just smile give em that and love where you are at life f**ks us all I've been taught though as well it's still possible to unfuck yourself it just takes time, patience, and sometimes help dont have to go through it all by yourself.... But I'm still all by myself Oh well... yeah yeah Oh well...
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
TheStoopPoet
Jaded
I know you been trippin isolation got you paranoid altering your vision got you p!ssed and now you're blind to joy hurt led to you sippin on the liquor tryna fill the void but didn't when you listen silence makes a noise audible breath I can't help but be annoyed the reason you can't see the point is due to lack of confidence all taken by your inner voice internal sound you can't avoid convincing you your only choice is talking 💩 to mirrors untill loathing for yourself deploys and any poise you built through the years is gone introducing clouds of doubt at will till all your fears are strong and escalate in magnitude which makes more hateful attitude missed connections leaving you confused and if the truth alludes blanks and unknown answers tend to get filled in with biased views messing up your mood with perception askew and you dont even have a clue what really is lost grip on reality your teeth grit and stressin starts to become a formality you start to forget about how it grows very rapidly weight increases and it almost feels as if the gravity just increased nearly ten fold seems you got your zen stole consumed by a black hole forming in your lost soul burning like some hot coal jolting like a pothole makes it tough to not go a little bit crazy can't give up I fought those demons thought I got close but it seems that shots dont hit with vision hazy but a shot in the dark can still create a spark for a moment which opens glimpses of where to start searching for your mark you gotta stay sharp like teeth of a shark so it's a walk in the park the journey is a part of this life you must love destination counts but the amount is not above lovin how you get there how you've grown and woven until threadbare sometimes it wont seem fair but when the good's deemed rare its held in higher standard than if everything pandered to every desire and if nothing was ever tampered with unless you've felt like 💩 you might not appreciate the way happiness hits unless you've truly felt at some point overwhelmed by the cards you been dealt prolly couldn't even tell how special it is when everything is goin well don't let greed ****** you and trap you under its spell detatch from expectations for less disappointment widen your horizon of appreciation and join them when things go right for others not just you don't compete or start pickin fights just simply go and do whatever makes you happy what truly makes you happy? you should do that that's nothing but facts just smile give em that and love where you are at life f**ks us all I've been taught though as well it's still possible to unfuck yourself it just takes time, patience, and sometimes help dont have to go through it all by yourself.... But I'm still all by myself Oh well... yeah yeah Oh well...
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Oh whirlwind without end, Please spare me! Feel my failing feet beneath. Endure the alluring. Cure me of suffering. Never let a letter to a friend Send a message that the end is a means. Help! Alas, it’s only evident after the pass. Let the aftermath of hysteria en masse Flow through the fountain of you.. What ever happened to his youth, As her heart’s mind went with it? Yet we all still live it. To the ode of one and nine, Of which you fell just short, I could write a multiverse.
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Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 10:30 PM UTC
FunSlower
One and Nine
Oh whirlwind without end, Please spare me! Feel my failing feet beneath. Endure the alluring. Cure me of suffering. Never let a letter to a friend Send a message that the end is a means. Help! Alas, it’s only evident after the pass. Let the aftermath of hysteria en masse Flow through the fountain of you.. What ever happened to his youth, As her heart’s mind went with it? Yet we all still live it. To the ode of one and nine, Of which you fell just short, I could write a multiverse.
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You take me out and analyse me like I’m another person you have known Predictable Polite Like all the girls before You keep guessing what’s on my mind Sinking into the heels of your feet Sipping wine with tired hands You make swirls to calm the nerves Comfortable in the fact that you know me I smile and lock eyes But really I am sad for you I see you More than you want me to You think I want to kiss you because I like giving myself up too easy That I don’t know myself But your wrong in so many ways I live and breathe Knowing that my days are counted You blink and your world invites chaos Swallowed by days and weeks Living but not living You're scared to let go You tell me your a gentleman But gentle isn’t apart of you Your a whirlwind And I'm just watching
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Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 4:25 AM UTC
aphelion-orbit
Wine Swirls
You take me out and analyse me like I’m another person you have known Predictable Polite Like all the girls before You keep guessing what’s on my mind Sinking into the heels of your feet Sipping wine with tired hands You make swirls to calm the nerves Comfortable in the fact that you know me I smile and lock eyes But really I am sad for you I see you More than you want me to You think I want to kiss you because I like giving myself up too easy That I don’t know myself But your wrong in so many ways I live and breathe Knowing that my days are counted You blink and your world invites chaos Swallowed by days and weeks Living but not living You're scared to let go You tell me your a gentleman But gentle isn’t apart of you Your a whirlwind And I'm just watching
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I am lost! I have crossed a divide, where I collide with the unrevealed. I am thrown into swirling life spinning amidst defused light; a kaleidoscopic landscape of streaked memories. Is the end of this tunnel, my future or past? Is there any evidence that I'm getting closer, at last? An illusory distant point - a distraction from action that needs to materialize before I realize that I am not strong, and am wrong about where I want to be. I attempt to grip the whirl of wind; hands outstretched to slow the spin. My feet have yet to find land. My body plans for impact a stuntman's tumble back into mid-life, eluding strife or contention, but not to mention, the final and ultimate cost; alongside bittersweet acceptance, of knowing that I am no longer lost.
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 7:09 PM UTC
church-rowe
Lost!
I am lost! I have crossed a divide, where I collide with the unrevealed. I am thrown into swirling life spinning amidst defused light; a kaleidoscopic landscape of streaked memories. Is the end of this tunnel, my future or past? Is there any evidence that I'm getting closer, at last? An illusory distant point - a distraction from action that needs to materialize before I realize that I am not strong, and am wrong about where I want to be. I attempt to grip the whirl of wind; hands outstretched to slow the spin. My feet have yet to find land. My body plans for impact a stuntman's tumble back into mid-life, eluding strife or contention, but not to mention, the final and ultimate cost; alongside bittersweet acceptance, of knowing that I am no longer lost.
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I only meant to dip a toe in The water looked so peaceful So inviting So I edged closer and closer At every step checking to see If it was really me To whom the river beckoned Step By step Until toes met water So crisp and cool The lap of gentle waves against bare skin And still the river called A little further A little deeper And I answered Edging out away from the shore The river didn’t look that wide Didn’t look that deep The other bank only a stone’s throw away How lovely to wade across and emerge on the other bank Refreshed by the brisk kiss of water on skin Step By step By — Empty space where there should have been riverbed Balance lost, pitching forward Head underwater Into the channel Into the current And all at once Swept away A moment of panic Floundering for equilibrium And then Peace Amidst the thrill of being caught In the water’s flow A germ of an idea Building Swelling Like a growing wave on the current Maybe where the water is carrying me Is a place I want To be
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
devon-leonel
Swept Away
I only meant to dip a toe in The water looked so peaceful So inviting So I edged closer and closer At every step checking to see If it was really me To whom the river beckoned Step By step Until toes met water So crisp and cool The lap of gentle waves against bare skin And still the river called A little further A little deeper And I answered Edging out away from the shore The river didn’t look that wide Didn’t look that deep The other bank only a stone’s throw away How lovely to wade across and emerge on the other bank Refreshed by the brisk kiss of water on skin Step By step By — Empty space where there should have been riverbed Balance lost, pitching forward Head underwater Into the channel Into the current And all at once Swept away A moment of panic Floundering for equilibrium And then Peace Amidst the thrill of being caught In the water’s flow A germ of an idea Building Swelling Like a growing wave on the current Maybe where the water is carrying me Is a place I want To be
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brainstorming i sit down on a bus ride home and there’s this idea swirling in my head. i thought to myself, “this actually sounds right. i should write this idea down.” i took out my phone and wrote the first few words this idea in my head gave me. i know I’ve written something. i know i’ll get back to it when i get home. i know there’s more to this idea in my head that will turn this few words into a sentence. to a paragraph. never ending word structures until i see fit. i know i’ll finish this soon. i put my phone down and stare outside the window. the view is nice. thousands of cars passing by as the traffic goes smoothly. another idea comes to mind. this time, it’s longer than a few words. it’s a jumble of thoughts. thoughts about cars moving, sound of traffic, the love of movement, and time passing. as these thoughts swirl like storm in my head, i pulled blinds of the window until only a slit of light passes through, a line of moving light flickering, i reach for my phone and open my twitter. i scroll through my timeline until the storm turns to rain, to drizzle, to quiet raindrops and at last, to a calm sunny day. thoughts i wish i’ve written, now long gone thrown in a heavily locked safe inside my head with the password written in a paper inside of it. i scroll through my timeline again and i came across a poetry slam. as an emotional person, i cry at his words as if it actually was meant for me. as i continue to listen, the sunny empty day inside my head starts to create dark clouds again. it growls and rumbles, spewing lightning bolts down and i quiver. i am afraid. i know it wants to be heard but i try my best to ignore it. thunderclaps. it spoke. it rang my head till it couldn’t be ignored. i gave in. i wrote. this time with all the words this dark cloud in my head gave me. there was no order. no structure. no idea. just words and pure emotion and i wasn’t stopping. my fingers became a whirlwind. the storm in my head in sync with my whole body. i tremble. i am the storm. i stormed down the emptiness of a blank note page with thunder of words. rainstorms of emotions. lightning bolts of phrases, of sentences. as the storm inside my head slowly turns to white, wringing its clouds to drizzle light rain. i add the finishing touches. the storm knows our work is done. it bids goodbye and gives me the calmness of white clouds and sun. i became calm and the bus stops.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
japheth
brainstorm
brainstorming i sit down on a bus ride home and there’s this idea swirling in my head. i thought to myself, “this actually sounds right. i should write this idea down.” i took out my phone and wrote the first few words this idea in my head gave me. i know I’ve written something. i know i’ll get back to it when i get home. i know there’s more to this idea in my head that will turn this few words into a sentence. to a paragraph. never ending word structures until i see fit. i know i’ll finish this soon. i put my phone down and stare outside the window. the view is nice. thousands of cars passing by as the traffic goes smoothly. another idea comes to mind. this time, it’s longer than a few words. it’s a jumble of thoughts. thoughts about cars moving, sound of traffic, the love of movement, and time passing. as these thoughts swirl like storm in my head, i pulled blinds of the window until only a slit of light passes through, a line of moving light flickering, i reach for my phone and open my twitter. i scroll through my timeline until the storm turns to rain, to drizzle, to quiet raindrops and at last, to a calm sunny day. thoughts i wish i’ve written, now long gone thrown in a heavily locked safe inside my head with the password written in a paper inside of it. i scroll through my timeline again and i came across a poetry slam. as an emotional person, i cry at his words as if it actually was meant for me. as i continue to listen, the sunny empty day inside my head starts to create dark clouds again. it growls and rumbles, spewing lightning bolts down and i quiver. i am afraid. i know it wants to be heard but i try my best to ignore it. thunderclaps. it spoke. it rang my head till it couldn’t be ignored. i gave in. i wrote. this time with all the words this dark cloud in my head gave me. there was no order. no structure. no idea. just words and pure emotion and i wasn’t stopping. my fingers became a whirlwind. the storm in my head in sync with my whole body. i tremble. i am the storm. i stormed down the emptiness of a blank note page with thunder of words. rainstorms of emotions. lightning bolts of phrases, of sentences. as the storm inside my head slowly turns to white, wringing its clouds to drizzle light rain. i add the finishing touches. the storm knows our work is done. it bids goodbye and gives me the calmness of white clouds and sun. i became calm and the bus stops.
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On the surface of her eyes, An algal pool in full bloom. He wades in with his lashes, caught, Stumbles around in the fishing nets Soaked to the knee. The place in which the oxygen should be Is choked up now, perplexed, verdant, A floating city of jealous skirts Buffeted by a harsh March wind... And further down, he has her pinned Tracing paths in shallow waters Close yet distant to seashell ears Roughening the lilypad surface With a single feather. Through algal bloom, she wonders whether He'll bother wading down to meet The covert Atlantis beneath his feet.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
lilacdom08
shallow hook
On the surface of her eyes, An algal pool in full bloom. He wades in with his lashes, caught, Stumbles around in the fishing nets Soaked to the knee. The place in which the oxygen should be Is choked up now, perplexed, verdant, A floating city of jealous skirts Buffeted by a harsh March wind... And further down, he has her pinned Tracing paths in shallow waters Close yet distant to seashell ears Roughening the lilypad surface With a single feather. Through algal bloom, she wonders whether He'll bother wading down to meet The covert Atlantis beneath his feet.
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people cannot be defined. they're chaos they love hate scream sing cry burn heal break build hurt breathe shake inhale exhale anew leave return confuse inspire CHANGE end and begin again forever and ever. What defines me? don't know honestly.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
averagedreamer
Definition
people cannot be defined. they're chaos they love hate scream sing cry burn heal break build hurt breathe shake inhale exhale anew leave return confuse inspire CHANGE end and begin again forever and ever. What defines me? don't know honestly.
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You’re a whirlwind Always flying Through my head Never dying Back and forth To and fro Like a merry-go-round And around you go You’re in and out Up and down Backwards, forwards Smile, frown Half-baked silly Then stone-cold Who are you really? Will I ever know?
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
oblate-spheroid
Whirlwind
You’re a whirlwind Always flying Through my head Never dying Back and forth To and fro Like a merry-go-round And around you go You’re in and out Up and down Backwards, forwards Smile, frown Half-baked silly Then stone-cold Who are you really? Will I ever know?
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Flowing from a mesmeric flute, soothing chimes of melody caress every cell of my being to a lullaby. Like silver drizzles of sunlight illuminating a willing landscape to esoteric radiance, every cell glows to a call from the depth of stillness. Dust returning to dust to free the spirit from the hold of mortality diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of thoughtful mystery, with new wings to migrate to a land shut to mortals blinded by illusions. On the wings of the mystical whirlwind I dance to the call of bliss that escorts me to the heart of its radiance.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
the-mystique-trail
Heart of radiance
Flowing from a mesmeric flute, soothing chimes of melody caress every cell of my being to a lullaby. Like silver drizzles of sunlight illuminating a willing landscape to esoteric radiance, every cell glows to a call from the depth of stillness. Dust returning to dust to free the spirit from the hold of mortality diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of thoughtful mystery, with new wings to migrate to a land shut to mortals blinded by illusions. On the wings of the mystical whirlwind I dance to the call of bliss that escorts me to the heart of its radiance.
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My heart being pressed, my soul being crushed, I am unable to breathe, I am unable to stand, what's happening to me!!! Am I getting lost or simply out of my mind? what's rising within me? a whirlwind of thoughts or a whirlpool to drown me!!! everything seems blue, and i have no clue. Can someone help me? Can someone sort it out? how to get these things out!!!
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
SamreenaLodhi
What's happening to me?
My heart being pressed, my soul being crushed, I am unable to breathe, I am unable to stand, what's happening to me!!! Am I getting lost or simply out of my mind? what's rising within me? a whirlwind of thoughts or a whirlpool to drown me!!! everything seems blue, and i have no clue. Can someone help me? Can someone sort it out? how to get these things out!!!
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a leaf in whirlwind, tracing its path is nonsense; find bliss in own flight!
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
k-balachandran
Every flight is unique!
a leaf in whirlwind, tracing its path is nonsense; find bliss in own flight!
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Going round in circles always and forever remote in hand but I'll puke before I hit stop I never hit stop And they are waving waving at me love in their eyes Saying 'get off now' 'get off, it's enough' The world won't stop why can't it stop why won't it wait for me to get off But I'll never get off They are still waving but their smiles are fading I see the crowd behind them they've stopped caring they used to care And I start feeling sick again and again But if I just go faster if I just close my eyes maybe then I'll forget And they're still waving but I try not to look I just close my eyes 'cause I won't get off I'll never get off They wave and they scream but I pretend I don't hear I just keep going round and the world disappears
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
clara-6
Get Off
Going round in circles always and forever remote in hand but I'll puke before I hit stop I never hit stop And they are waving waving at me love in their eyes Saying 'get off now' 'get off, it's enough' The world won't stop why can't it stop why won't it wait for me to get off But I'll never get off They are still waving but their smiles are fading I see the crowd behind them they've stopped caring they used to care And I start feeling sick again and again But if I just go faster if I just close my eyes maybe then I'll forget And they're still waving but I try not to look I just close my eyes 'cause I won't get off I'll never get off They wave and they scream but I pretend I don't hear I just keep going round and the world disappears
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Now there is nothing left that's worth the mention Yet there is so much more I wanted to say The years have passed as a whirlwind There was nothing left that together we had The horses The trailers The tractor and truck The saddles and the tack All then gone for a song A funeral dirge of the saddest kind A song about the loss of We and Us Destruction was there then relentless Only one single thing I could keep Just a wallet I bought In Our last days together Holding the picture ID's of Our Sons So on I alone went through unending destruction As though all Hell existed alone against me Until I again studied the sunrise and claimed a new beginning alone there beside the sea So sorry you're not still here with me With a beautiful start-over play for keeps I heard for you it went very badly And you languish In doom and sorrow and grief I hurt for you Knowing the very moment of abandonment You set loose upon yourself The worst of all of your fears Are you happy that you succeeded Did you accomplish all that you planned? Didn't you know I would get up and go on and do what we did together by myself once again? So on I must go to restoration absolute of that which was Ours then to claim Knowing you're gone forever However I am again myself surely restored But not now nor ever would it be possible To recover Our once precious Love once more We Shared Love We Cherished Life. -R. (10.11.17) -LA -4MAR
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
g-rog-rogers
-From Nothing Again
Now there is nothing left that's worth the mention Yet there is so much more I wanted to say The years have passed as a whirlwind There was nothing left that together we had The horses The trailers The tractor and truck The saddles and the tack All then gone for a song A funeral dirge of the saddest kind A song about the loss of We and Us Destruction was there then relentless Only one single thing I could keep Just a wallet I bought In Our last days together Holding the picture ID's of Our Sons So on I alone went through unending destruction As though all Hell existed alone against me Until I again studied the sunrise and claimed a new beginning alone there beside the sea So sorry you're not still here with me With a beautiful start-over play for keeps I heard for you it went very badly And you languish In doom and sorrow and grief I hurt for you Knowing the very moment of abandonment You set loose upon yourself The worst of all of your fears Are you happy that you succeeded Did you accomplish all that you planned? Didn't you know I would get up and go on and do what we did together by myself once again? So on I must go to restoration absolute of that which was Ours then to claim Knowing you're gone forever However I am again myself surely restored But not now nor ever would it be possible To recover Our once precious Love once more We Shared Love We Cherished Life. -R. (10.11.17) -LA -4MAR
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i'm just a whirlwind i'm one of the mere walls which try to surround and get close to you but i know you can never be contained not even with the strongest arms or the toughest heart you are the eye of the storm and no matter how calm or vague you are or seem to be you are the gusty centerpiece, the focused target of everyone revolving around you i hope you realize you've caused the best kind of mess that's all natural and has left me speechless because in this storm of youth i have found the calm in you
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
lunar-love
eye of the storm
i'm just a whirlwind i'm one of the mere walls which try to surround and get close to you but i know you can never be contained not even with the strongest arms or the toughest heart you are the eye of the storm and no matter how calm or vague you are or seem to be you are the gusty centerpiece, the focused target of everyone revolving around you i hope you realize you've caused the best kind of mess that's all natural and has left me speechless because in this storm of youth i have found the calm in you
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I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
v-anne
Danger Girl
I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.
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