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A collection of personal poetry. Towards a red sun,. To a fragile melody. Beside your warmth,. Keeping ghosts at bay. In these tired veins. August 31, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». What do you think? Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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Traveling till next lifetime. January 19, 2016. Ever Since I Left the Nest. It’s like they only miss me when I’m gone. Like the battery for the remote control that just. So now I have to wait for you to turn me on. I refuse to be on anyone else’s time. And each second that goes by I’m. More intrigued with myself. Especially how I squint my eyes. And curl my lips when. Someone tells me I can’t. I will push every boundary. Beyond my comfort zone. And I will soar. Higher than shooting stars. January 11, 2016.
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Traveling till next lifetime. September 18, 2015. The day I decided to jump into my destiny, I didn’t realize my own strength. And somehow I’ve found myself far from shore where they say, “you’ll either sink or swim.”. Now I’m trapped between the waters. Throwing my arms forward, swallowing salt water, kicking against the waves with all my might. Thinking I’m getting closer to shore, but when I open my eyes, I’m in the same place. I’m not swimming or sinking, I’m swinnking. September 14, 2015.
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Monthly Archives: July 2016. July 9, 2016. If there was ever a difference in the color of our skin. It didnt matter, we matched red then. We chased our Vodka with. 8220;fuck you”‘s. 8220;never again”‘s. If you didnt earn my hate that night. I’d never have known hate in my life. And with all my heart, I wanted to be right. I wanted to watch you leave for the last time. July 9, 2016. You have built your barrier with your back to me. And I’m half grateful on the other side. Pretending I’m not crying.
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July 9, 2016. If there was ever a difference in the color of our skin. It didnt matter, we matched red then. We chased our Vodka with. 8220;fuck you”‘s. 8220;never again”‘s. If you didnt earn my hate that night. I’d never have known hate in my life. And with all my heart, I wanted to be right. I wanted to watch you leave for the last time. This entry was tagged anger. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Monthly Archives: February 2016. February 6, 2016. When you walked out of the door. You stepped into my past. And I was that. 9 year old girl. Memorizing the look of a leaving back,. And learning that nothing lasts. Mouring the “What if…”. On Just like this. On In it together? On In it together? On In it together? Blog at WordPress.com.
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Monthly Archives: December 2015. December 21, 2015. We were two broken bodies,. That were laid too close together. So when our limbs started to mend. There was some confusion. As to where yours would begin. And mine would end. And now your fist. Is firmly in my chest,. Is melded with your neck. So yes, our wounds are healed. But we’re still a mess. Though we keep painting this bright side. Like yeah. It could be worse. And it could be better. But this way we’re in it together. December 12, 2015.
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July 9, 2016. You have built your barrier with your back to me. And I’m half grateful on the other side. Pretending I’m not crying. Because I’m always crying. And that berating, disengaged. Is like fucking NAILS. On a God damned CHALKBOARD,. Your words make my skin crawl. This is not the person I want to be. This is not the person I want to give to you. But you are not the person I want to receive me. This entry was tagged anger. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. On Just like this.
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Monthly Archives: June 2016. June 25, 2016. Who were to be. From you i have learned. Come in a row. From you i have learned. Is a luxury, we cannot afford. I owe you for my battle tactics,. Do not jump to themselves. And what is honesty,. Without a grain of salt. And what am i. Without an exit sign. Mouring the “What if…”. On Just like this. On In it together? On In it together? On In it together? Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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February 20, 2017. He says “fuck you”. Like his words are currency,. Paying off an old debt. And he cant catch up. He says “I love you”. Like hes paying a constant toll,. Just to stay on the same road. February 18, 2017. The way I poison my lungs:. All at once and too much. Just to abstain,. Refrain for days or for weeks. To show that I can. And to prove,. Dependency does not run. But I can choose to enjoy the rush. February 17, 2017. The less than sign is a symbol of inequality. Used to compare values.
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