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"thorugh" poems
forgot i was able forgoe the sugar cane horse towed them over the edge coarse hair coerced into the trap willing and able are you able? are you billing me? is this thrilling? have we been feeling the same? come over here something else over there i'm forgetful i'm a disgrace to the top upper crust societors upper cut so much science tons of honor tons more scholarly journals hurtled over the canyon wall carried by the wind to those unlistening wishing they could hear you sifting thorugh the river for rocks to deliver you giver of too many stories we already know tore off all of our clothes promised tonight would be different than so many others i laughed at others i couldn't have summer is ours to be somewhat more into fear someone to hold you dear come one come all to hear believer of something more deliverer of sudden storms of folk tail magic token now open your eyes to your own faults now look to the sky and know the hawks are staring down with hungry eyes they're bearing down they see you in the crowd falling allover selfish rags hagship tailors flag waving tagless sleeve cutters closing shutters in your mechanism exposed to low level flash bulbs just enough to imprint the entire night into something more we would never remember if not for your loose grip where you fell to the floor and saved another for the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
vengeful choir
If you are willing to be with me be prepared to deal with my insecurities and bring stick and stones to destroy brick by brick the wall I've been building around for all these years. It will take time and it won't be easy, but I promise I'll put all the effort in me to help you inside. I'll try to put behind the past and give you my trust, but you gotta understand that after seeing only for me for so long it will be hard to start thinking of WE instead of I. There will be times when you will want to run..      ..please don't. Other times I'm gonna get scared..      ..don't let me escape. I can assure you everything will be worth it, because once you get thorugh that thick layer you're going to met me. The real me. The girl that was hidden under anger, sadness and fear; and that girl has the biggest heart in the world, it's not new, it was mistreated and has some dust. But once you shake the dust and stop paying attention to the big old scar on the side, you'll realize it still works and it will give you more love than anyone thinks possible. So if you try your best to get inside I will try my best to open the door.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
Terms and conditions for loving me.
Pain runs thorugh my veins Tears on the window pane Why should I stand, If you'll only push me down again? Feeling so alone Like I have no hope Of ever finding a heart to call my own What will be the end of it? Won't you stop this torment? I guess you won't stop till I mutter You win
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
You Win~ Draft
Cant help but think I might die And all these things I do I keep Will be sorted by someone who doesn’t understand them Or there order Or meaning And my life And how I view it Will never be remembered or viewed in the way I want it to be viewed Because no one thinks like me And sees like me I want to put the picture of the the candle under the picture of kurt cobain Even if I don’t put it there I will know what it is there Because I wanted it to be there And no one will ver know that its ther No one will even take it down Because they wont be able to Get in my head I’ll be dead I don’t mind dying young And if youre reading this now Id ike to mention that I don’t care about my spelling And I have a good thought that iw ant to share with someone special Someone who is interested I haven’t said it out loud yet But I thought to myself after work on Thursday As I was walking from the bus stop and I decided to cross the road instead of go over the bridge because my legs hurt That I was wasting my life Because I am doing things And for the first time I felt amazed That you can waste your life by doing things And by not doing anything And that feeling doesn’t go anywhere No matter what you do That curiousity that your life is passing you by Happens no mater what I make the most of everyday Occasinsly I sit down and don’t do anything and I drink tea and I write (like now) But here in japan I do things I feel I would never have done When I am so tired I want to pass out on the floor I do things I am so busy I love it And I am so happy And yet the thought just wizzed thorugh me like when your drunk and you need to be sick And it just happens it hits you and all a sudden you’ve been sick and didn’t know how or why or that is was going to happen That wa slie this tought and I thought shall I write this down NO ill remember this I wont forget it and I wanted to say it to people I have wanted to share It But what better person to share it with Than . you
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
Japan
Cant help but think I might die And all these things I do I keep Will be sorted by someone who doesn’t understand them Or there order Or meaning And my life And how I view it Will never be remembered or viewed in the way I want it to be viewed Because no one thinks like me And sees like me I want to put the picture of the the candle under the picture of kurt cobain Even if I don’t put it there I will know what it is there Because I wanted it to be there And no one will ver know that its ther No one will even take it down Because they wont be able to Get in my head I’ll be dead I don’t mind dying young And if youre reading this now Id ike to mention that I don’t care about my spelling And I have a good thought that iw ant to share with someone special Someone who is interested I haven’t said it out loud yet But I thought to myself after work on Thursday As I was walking from the bus stop and I decided to cross the road instead of go over the bridge because my legs hurt That I was wasting my life Because I am doing things And for the first time I felt amazed That you can waste your life by doing things And by not doing anything And that feeling doesn’t go anywhere No matter what you do That curiousity that your life is passing you by Happens no mater what I make the most of everyday Occasinsly I sit down and don’t do anything and I drink tea and I write (like now) But here in japan I do things I feel I would never have done When I am so tired I want to pass out on the floor I do things I am so busy I love it And I am so happy And yet the thought just wizzed thorugh me like when your drunk and you need to be sick And it just happens it hits you and all a sudden you’ve been sick and didn’t know how or why or that is was going to happen That wa slie this tought and I thought shall I write this down NO ill remember this I wont forget it and I wanted to say it to people I have wanted to share It But what better person to share it with Than . you
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your hands went thorugh me so my bones are gone and legs melt down like rain syrup....
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Moon Bones
I'm on a hunt for darkness in darkness The kind that would let me drift Into lands beyond my imagination Where silence does not lie, or mock or cry I want a tranqualised darkness, No scratch, cry nor song I want to hear only black, the kind of black so deep you fall into it The kind of black so dense nothing squeezes through The weight of the endless hunt presses down on me each step lifting of the ground lesser than the last They hold my ankles so tightly, all these chains that put marks on me and yet these hooks on my eyelids they force me to see all and forget none They are tired of the number of times we repent, their forgiveness stretching thin and so we drag ourselves thorugh the crushing darkness pushing through the fog, one blade at a time Darkness hunting darkness
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
Hunting Darkness
There once was a dog who ran thorugh the fog towards an on coming car.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
Part 2 : The Dog