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Nov 2015 · 238
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
this world is different, yet nonexistent
Nov 2015 · 271
must
winter Nov 2015
i must leave the world
before my meaning is unfurled

i must never taint the holy
or let anyone else sink as lowly

i must never begin
what will only end in sin

i must master
how to die faster

i must never disappoint
but i have arrived at a breaking point

the world must never know
that i love it so
Nov 2015 · 261
long gone
winter Nov 2015
i have been told
that i will grow old
and the world will look different.

but when i was small,
and not myself at all,
the world was very much the same.

it must be that variety
that so shook society
and shocked all those watching.

the little one-by-one changes
and lopsided ranges
that help each young world to keep spinning

the insignificance of some
must influence the outcome
into the pathways of all

each planet will live
and all rest will forgive
and any different will cease to exist
Nov 2015 · 473
nonexistent
winter Nov 2015
my lifeline may be invisible
or maybe less than tangible
but it is the most mythical and magical
thing to ever be available
and to me it is invincible
this doesn't make much sense on paper, but i know what i mean
Nov 2015 · 222
10 word story
winter Nov 2015
i would say i'm better than you, but i'm not.
Nov 2015 · 214
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
emotions escape through the strangest trends
Nov 2015 · 244
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
her tears were always beautiful acrylics.
Nov 2015 · 501
locked away
winter Nov 2015
sometimes the feelings
(those lonely and somber dealings)
just make it seem like i am dreaming

the sky floats all around us
(making us look so superfluous)
and it twists around in our guts

we tell ourselves to stay strong
(not without wrong)
but really we are just stuck in a pretty song
i cant seem to get anything done.
Nov 2015 · 511
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
finally, she became her own inspiration
Nov 2015 · 707
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
i've always been very fragile glass
Nov 2015 · 323
10 word story
winter Nov 2015
outside i laughed,
but inside i could feel the burn
this is really passive aggressive but i don't know anyone on this site so..
Nov 2015 · 896
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
art always lies on her fingertips
Nov 2015 · 392
thunder warns
winter Nov 2015
i wish for rain
to wash away
my insecurities
my immaturity and impurity
Nov 2015 · 977
12 word story
winter Nov 2015
you don't have to agree on everything
to see eye to eye
arguments are people caring. i hope.
Nov 2015 · 668
below
winter Nov 2015
the night sky is so silent here.

white fluff, cold stuff,
drifting,
shifting,
lifting
all the dark away.
to keep the shadows at bay.

i knew i wasn't ready to let go
i was forced to grow
underneath this snow
although
below
it is so calm

the night sky is so dim here

dusk drops, warmth stops
pleasing,
teasing,
freezing
all the light again

i knew it wasn't the right thing to do
and now i can't continue
i have fallen through
even though
below
it was so calm

and i have now lost it all
Nov 2015 · 357
grounded
winter Nov 2015
i lost my mind long ago
all the rest has been a show
i think you knew, though.

you knew what i liked about you,
and you liked my upside down view
and that was enough for me to pursue.

but soon enough
things again got rough
and i just wish you would call my bluff

i would be that cliche
'i'm absolutely fine'
and you would say
'i don't believe you this time,
i know you're walking a fine line'

but thats not how this goes
i keep myself in a perfect pose
and try to stay normal, i suppose.

how selfish i've been
to not see the fragility behind your grin
or notice you growing so thin

i've been trying to find a way to say
how sorry i am i wasn't there when you swayed
or to keep you from starting to fray

and i truly hope i am not too late
but i know you couldn't really wait
just for me to say i relate

i really hope you don't hate me yet
i still haven't payed my debt
i just don't want to forget...

i lost my mind long ago
but with you i was still able to glow
i just really hope you know

that through my view,
i still like everything about you
she lets my heart beat, and my soul breathe; im not exactly sure what that means.
Nov 2015 · 282
careful now
winter Nov 2015
do i want to die,
or do i want to fly?
if i cry,
will it reach the sky?

The stars won’t reply,
and i always deny, deny, deny.
Nov 2015 · 261
s h a m e
winter Nov 2015
breathe.

one, two, three too many nights i was left too alone.
one, two, four too many months i felt too lost
one, two, five too many friends made and lost.
one, two, six too many open wounds on my skin that i can no longer feel.
one, two, seven too many abandoned thoughts
one, two, eight too many times i was cast aside.
one, two, nine too many things i said were worthless.

one, two,
ten, we've made it this far.

one, two, nine too many minutes i was too panicked.
one, two, eight too many aches i tried to ignore.
one, two, seven too many days i have been sick of myself.
one, two, six too may waves taking my breath away.
one, two, five too many words left unspoken.
one, two, four too many opportunities missed.

one, two, three; *breathe
.
Nov 2015 · 409
perfect porcelain
winter Nov 2015
she looks like perfect porcelain from far away
but up close she is caked in grey clay.

her soul is torn
her heart is so worn.

she seems so distant
but she has learned to be resistant.

they think they know the inside of her mind
but she knows they are blind.

she is aware
but opening her mouth would be sitting in an electric chair.

she stays mute
hoping to find a higher route

but her hopeful sanctuary
did not bring her any glory.

all was lost
with so many paths uncrossed,

so much knowledge forfeit
wise minds now dormant.

tears paint down porcelain cheeks
stone eyes let out silent shrieks.

she is finally only hard bone
she could never stand being alone.
title and a few lines inspired by mariana's trench
Nov 2015 · 344
hiding in the wanderland
winter Nov 2015
my blood ran cold
i cannot be so bold
i don’t know what to do.
i turned red with envy
and green with greed.
why can’t you just read my mind?

the world doesn’t spin that way
my mind doesn’t twist that way
maybe only in the wanderland

our fingers won’t tangle that way
my body won’t work that way
maybe only in the wanderland

i don’t know the sea
i don’t know how to be free
i don’t know how to find my voice.
my heart turned blue
my fingertips are violet and violent,
why won’t you notice.

i want to feel that way
you can’t shield me that way
maybe only in the wanderland

hell froze over
i cannot find cover
i don’t know where to go.
my life turned grey
the sun turned black
why can no one else see?
Nov 2015 · 385
10 word story
winter Nov 2015
reaching through the looking glass, into the beyond with grace
Nov 2015 · 421
eye of the storm
winter Nov 2015
let yourself rest.

the days are nothing but inspiration.

pain is temporary.

daydreams are live motivation.
i have a really big biology test tomorrow
Nov 2015 · 228
flames
winter Nov 2015
flammable, the fields of my wants
amber waves of grain
the fruits of my labor
just being mined away
the old gods' graces fallen
and shriveled to grey
i am being burned
Nov 2015 · 353
6 word story
winter Nov 2015
it hurts, so much, to feel.
Nov 2015 · 391
bottled up thoughts
winter Nov 2015
my arrow misses the target and points to something dark,
i just always seem to loose my spark.
i just don't know how its supposed to work.

i have once again lost my mind
and long ago went blind,
leaving all the easy things behind.

i wanted to loose a bottle in the sea
a long lost hope to set myself free
i never expected to actually send the plea

and now it is all around me.
Nov 2015 · 860
virtue by vigilance
winter Nov 2015
most say i am innocent,
i say i am infinite.
i will do all i can
to save the wise man.

but little did they know:

i've long since been gone,
and forgotten ten fold,
even i cant remember
if my heart really was gold
or maybe just overwhelmingly cold.

they never did say
why they had gone all that way
and only ended up missing me
with less than a bouquet.

and finally,

i would never question,
such as their aggression,
why i could never find
the once notorious mastermind.
Nov 2015 · 380
blocked out thoughts
winter Nov 2015
i have been trying very very hard
but my brain is like a guard
keeping me from being charred
fire is passion that just leaves me marred
i never thought id make it through
all this dark, new, blue hue
it left my mind clouded
i felt surrounded
all those voices shouted
about how i was doubted
i could never deceive
i am so naive
Nov 2015 · 6.9k
little visited thoughts
winter Nov 2015
i had never waited for those things
i always felt like i was falling without wings
i dont properly remember a time
when i hadnt been compelled to rhyme

i have always been waiting
my head just aching
i dont really know what it feels like
not to be waiting for a strike
Nov 2015 · 357
Long Awaited
winter Nov 2015
How, do I love thee?

Why, nothing more and nothing less than the cool winters eve.

Nothing less than the sunset colored leaves that hath lied on the newly forsaken ground.

Nothing more than the perfect blue sky that hath yet to call hither the waning clouds of storm.

And yet; thou ask again; how do I love thee?

And this time, I freely answer, words soft in a forgotten mouth,

‘I love thee as I love a strong spring day and an easy winters' morn.

I love thee as though thee art the rarest thing in the world.’
inspired by Shakespeare, written by someone who has never been in love.

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