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by on May 18, 2020
. I want it all I want your love to fill my heart I want your soul to devour My discontent if you refuse I mix in my sweet and my sour And you have to love me all My body and my bitchy I'm a lot and this I know You can be rich, too As long as you have have me I'm as expensive and valuable and important as can be You better not love anyone else more than you love me I turn red grapes into wine And yours will be all mine Your everything and all Sweet candy and cakes for me Your at...
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by on March 11, 2020
Here lies...my befallen angel Wings of black and green Her scent of rain-watered roses Her doll eyes of eternal beauty Her smile and laugh haunting my senses Her spirit complex and endearing Bare me enotional bliss Bare me dramatic endings I can be an airhead Forgetful and ignorant is true Faithfullness is not in my vocabulary And I may not have been the nicest person to you I may not understand What it is your soul needs But I guess whatever it is is just not me I am a spoiled ...
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by on February 16, 2020
A dark sky void of stars blinded me in my natural appeal I've seen this show a thousand times in a different light some time before The repetition is unnerving Finding itself inside of me yet again Despite the pain and heartache, I can no longer find myself looking away My eyes melt and my skin burns deep under the scars blanketed over my body Yet there is endearment, a sweetness to it I cannot detain It's as if I destined to cause nothing but trouble--and pain Despite so I derive noth...
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by on January 18, 2020
After releasing all her anger, Mina had been left with a heart of sadness, she uses this as inspiration to write a second poem, following a first about rain, hoping a more playful tone would help her to feel better. One day I had a pet storm cloud It was dark and thundery and really loud I've been crying all day Because my storm cloud just wouldn't go away I tried to smile and be around my friends But the thunderstorm would never end I've been weeping all day Because my storm cloud just ...
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by on January 7, 2020
Ya’ll gonna fall apart. Like at the seams. You live on hopes, and dreams Is this your last resort? Life is a storm, we’ll seek any port. What is love? Baby don’t hurt me? That’s all it’s gonna be-you’ll see Whether this relationship ends at fifteen or thirty Everyone crawls out broken and dirty. Why are you so cynical? My pessimism is warranted, my depression clinical. The people that I saw proclaim love Only stuck together because of the Almighty above. Over twenty years of ...
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by on November 15, 2019
Mina lays across her bed. Peacefully fallen asleep. Her quill rested onto the paper in the little pink book in which she wrote out her thoughts: Imagination is my bestie! Silly string makes a mess everywhere It's sticky and gooey and gets in my hair We did dress up and dancing and other fun things I can't explain why I don't feel the joy that you bring I've been picked up and twirled around Spinning and spinning until I'm all weak and dizzy There was something I lost but now it's been fo...
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by on October 24, 2019
Though it's universally believed that the mare has a childish and absent mind, Mina's new hobby says otherwise. She finds that writting them down in the form of poetry a great way to release her own thoughts; those too personal for her to write in a journal. Even if no one quite understands the meanings, Mina still picks up her quill. Onto paper the colour of snow, in a cute little pink book, the mare found sometime to be alone, so she could confess her feelings as shown: A brave little kitten ...
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by on August 17, 2019
You won't remember me. "Of course I will!" You say that today. "I won't be the friend that walks away!" I know the drill. Just wait and see. "They hurt you before-but I'm different!" Of course you are. I wouldn't be so mean as to imply otherwise. But deceiving yourself is the easiest of lies. And I haven't come this far To be a politician about every portent. "You're living in the past, that was then, let it go!" Oh so those who won't learn from history aren't doomed to repe...
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by on October 11, 2018
What is an identity? Is it what I am, or what others see of me? Do I truly get to define what I want to be Or am I born marked by a man’s theory? I walk the streets, a mantle on my shoulder A mask on my face, my heart no colder Shoes tied, how different from a body that does molder? While my own may not change, my soul yet grows older. Stories of the Ages, Tomes of Old Books full of pages of beings once bold Taught to play fearless, yet forced to fold Our great champions the mos...
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by on October 11, 2018
Like a blank answer sheet, sitting unanswered, unused the feelings inside emptied, misdirected, confused poured out, they are dripping now, but in the literal sense; the crimson flow, it beads from each empty line, creating an intense silent cry, yet perfectly representing the scream inside that will never come out, for there are no ears in which to confide ears that will listen, that will hear, and not judge or ridicule; instead, a single pair of ears hears a miniscule whimper, as the h...
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by on October 11, 2018
Talking to a wall is nice-it will listen, and it certainly won’t talk back but what makes blinds so different? they’ve a story to tell though a tongue they lack. Behind their odd corrugation, a silently spoken tale, it calls a promise of a future yet to be fulfilled- but still-crying wordlessly louder, the walls. The walls that remember each word that was said, that bore silent witness to the longing within; the longing for something beyond those walls, yet refusal to the blinds-to...
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