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wren cole Aug 2016
A change of scene
New surroundings
New faces
Charming places
None of these
Can change your mind
Fix the chemistry
Fix your calamity
I'm afraid
You will always be
A sad and broken thing
Lost in the world's beauty
wren cole Aug 2016
look at a pig
(the resemblance is striking)
Not even poetici just want to die !!
wren cole Aug 2016
Take a look at the beautiful people;
Remember you're not one.
You're supposed to be having fun.
Why can't you just have fun?
I am a genuinely ugly human being and I'm trying not to cry
wren cole Jul 2016
Melting
Pulsing
I know well enough
It isn't real
Close your eyes
Breathe
wren cole Jul 2016
Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you're "nothing."
You are not nothing, you are everything.
Matter cannot be created or destroyed;
We are all SOMETHING,
Something incredible and constant,
We are a part of the beginning and end.
You are made of stars and oceans and canyons.
You are BEAUTIFUL.
You are INFINITE.
So when that boy with insecurity dripping with the sweat off his forehead calls you "nothing,"
Tell him "we are the same.
If I'm nothing than so are you,
So let's take these blank canvas lives and build
Because your atoms will be passed on.
So let's make a little magic for whatever we become
And they will be magic, too."
wren cole Jul 2016
I am not getting high in the basement with the best friends of my life
Or standing in the back a pickup truck, arms outstretched in a million lights
I am not throwing popcorn or laughing or smiling or feeling
I am crumbling and everything is wrong
So wrong
We are supposed to be living and loving and dreaming and feeling "infinite"
We are supposed to come back from our hospital beds stronger
But I am locked up in my room in the dark and it's 3 am so if this is where I should be then why does it feel so ******* lonely
I want to laugh so hard my stomach hurts
I want to listen to music too loud in the passengers seat
If nothing else I want to talk to someone other than my mother and my therapist today
I want to live I want to live I want to live
obvious references to perks of being a wallflower, less obvious references to that 70s show
wren cole Jul 2016
Jamming the self-destruct button
You slam your fist down on it
Red lights are flashing, sirens blaring
You're waiting for the countdown
You can't wait for the explosion
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