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Acina Joy Jun 2018
This is why we burn and we fade
because we are mere gasoline
attracted to flames.
i'm having cereal in bed right now while i'm on my laptop, writing. have a fun day, everyone!
Acina Joy May 2018
It's not as if we've never been here before.
We always fell to rock bottom, and we've always hurt now and then.
But I guess, with each new experience, I've come to learn a lot of things. That, yes, maybe it hurt to be here down with you.

That maybe falling down was always the price to pay.

But who said falling in love never even hurt?
lelz
Acina Joy May 2018
We're valuable things, you and I, that contradicts our own existence.
When we strive to become successful, we raise demons in our haste.
When we try to love others for who they are, we resent ourselves for our flaws and our imperfection.
We try to be kind to others, but we let the demons inside of our heads torture us.
When we suffer the pain, we take it in, but do not allow others to suffer their own.

We are valuable things, you and I, and I've learned from how we destroy each other.

We must pay tribute to the monsters who make us learn.
idk
Acina Joy May 2018
The bath water
rises over the rim.
The boat bounces
along with the waves.
The giant dips their
nose into the water.
The sailor braves
the tempest safe.


Then the waves began
to tip them over,
and the giant now lies
on the brink,
breaking ships
and creating waves
where only daring
sailors ever sink.
This whole poem is about a girl in a bath tub, thinking of the people she refused to let her love her, with a toy boat on the water, and imaginary sailors as her lovers.
Acina Joy May 2018
We're love, a secret,
you and I.
Always meant to
say goodbye.
You're a rose with
thorns on the side.
Hard to love
without having
to fight.


But we both know
the thing we kept.
A fire that sparked,
one that I set.
Always been there
since we first met,
I'm your Romeo,
and you're my
Juliet.
Just a little Romeo and Juliet thing. (1/2)
Acina Joy May 2018
I can't think.
I can't speak.
I can't write.
I can't eat.
I can't stop
to even sleep
You fill my thoughts,
and reverie, deep.
I'm back after a 5 day program of no gadgets and outside influences, and I am back to writing poetry.
Acina Joy May 2018
I look out into the sea of people, and realise they are all me.
Because I am them, and I also want to see who I really am.
To see what I am able to do.
To see who I can really be.
whep, inspirational
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