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When Broken People Love
When broken people lovethey’re mortified, petrified and terrifiedthat their mistakes will haunt and hunt;Grim Reaper – esque manner awaiting their next catch.and sothey seek validation & gratificationin every nookevery crannyevery crevice, crack and creeksort of like a golden retrieverearnestly expecting a pat on the headafter bringing back a stick during ‘fetch’. When broken people lovethey’ll…
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not all who wander are lost.
have you ever considered the factthat sometimes, maybepeace of mind is better than living in a warzonebound to your surnameand they’ll call you homelessand true, you’ll go anywhere you want toanywhere but homeand maybe that’s where they’ll be wrong.because homecould be the same four-walled structurethat you’ve been living in since birth homecould be all the…
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i used to be me
i used to be an exhilarating novel;a fascinating filmand now, a lonesome unpaired rhyme,a bland and blunt fable. i talked to the boy in the mirror;the boy i used to beand he shed a tearand he looked of remorse and sadness anger and fear i miss when i used to be me. ten birthdays ago,hundreds…
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pieces of you
I want to walk outsidein the meadowwhere pastel-coloured butterfliesdance in the airto feel the drops of golden sunshineand gentle breeze touch my cheek I want to stay insidestormclouds gather, the rumble of thunderraindrops pierce the groundripples in puddlespetrichor rises and entices I want to sit at the silllisten to the rain tap my windowbegging me…
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Depression & His Magic Tricks
Happy souls, Vibrant of colourare being watchedthe watcherox-eyed,a thief;waiting.waiting to take the ‘happy’ awayand leave them just souls;empty souls,waiting.sitting so satisfiedand sadistically snickeringuntil he strikesrelishingin our flight from his sightbut we, in futilityimpossibleto escape his snarewhimsically waves his magic wand of gloomand our colours are gone in a snapreduced to a boring worldwhere everything tastes…
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I Wished it Would Rain
Today I wished it would rainbut I couldn’t be surenot with this fickle weatherso I held my breathwaiting earnestlyfor the first drop of rain Today I wished it would rainand it didand i sat at the windowsillso I could feel less alonethe sky cried and so did Iand that way,we consoled each other. Today I…
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cry.
these thoughts are keeping me up tonight 2 am wondering if anything is worth the fight days are so bleak, nothing ever bright still, I keep making empty promises that I’ll be alright then they never ever see the light i said i don’t want to be hurt anymore and every step that i take…
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wash over me
didn’t have the courage to say it but if you knew how much it killed me inside every single day. shaking hands, cold sweat tell myself, “don’t fret what could possibly go wrong?” you’re more dangerous than the Mauna Loa maybe if i knew what was in your heart i wouldn’t have to go lower…
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First Choice
look at me. please look me in the eye and tell me i’m not the one you wanted tell me i’m not your first choice that I’m one of the many on the menu when i was the arcade ring at the carnival that you cheated to win and your face lit up with your…
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