May 15th, Now Dubbed Awesome Day. That is all. Thank you. <3
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See? Yes. Wooo!!!!!!!!!!
My SurvivorTears crash, flowing down your cheeks. You are frail, you are weak. I want to hold you, I want to comfort you. Your body is shaking. I know what happened, you don’t have to speak. I know what you’re saying, without saying a thing.My Survivor
I want you to know why I feel what I do. I’m lonely and scared, and frightened for you.
They say you weren’t there, they say you lie.
I wish you had never even opened your eyes.
No man or woman should suffer so much. You soul could crumble with just one touch.
The horrors you saw, I can never erase.
But maybe, jus
AftermathI’ve become defiledAftermath
Buried in this pit of words You can’t see me cry My body’s been interred
In the requiem I write About our torrid dedication I promise not to mention Our moments hesitation
I’m bleeding to death And you can’t even see My flesh is burning off You won’t wait for me
In the elegy to come There will be no fabrication Simple facts of what we became After our stinging altercation
Untitled Loathe PoetryYou won’t give up until you break me Until you make me crawl back on my knees I won’t surrender to your inhumanity Not when you mean so little to meUntitled Loathe Poetry
Your petty indiscretions never garnered my attentions I walked through life without facing our reality Somehow the way your eyes never lingered on me Never gave me a sense of who you really were If I had thought to pay attention to you Maybe I would have seen just how dirty you could be
I’m not ready to crawl back to you My feet remain planted beneath me You aren’t what I thought you to be &n
Of What IsIs it really hard For you to understand that I am unwanted? Broken in many pieces, Left shattered in the debris.Of What Is
Are your eyes open? How long can you be blinded? There is nothing left Only shadows of the past Left following your chill wake.
I waited for you. You promised you would return, And I thought to stay. I thought it was destiny… You never returned to me
The Thing About ClichesI. If this were a cliché,The Thing About Cliches
A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. We’ll throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be clich&
Coffee Time
Satisfied
(P.S. Would have left this sooner, just been kind of blah lately.)
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\"Cross your heart and hope that I don\'t die before the best day of my life.\" -Nikki Sixx
\"To clear my thoughts I drill a hole into my skull.\" -Alex Varkatzas
\"I\'ve never been perfect, but neither have you.\" Chester Bennington
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~I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night~
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Presents... It all started when the first present was given by the pilgrims a long time ago, then EVERYONE one started doing it; even the Easter Bunny started giving presents until Santa slapped him with a lawsuit...
Merry Christmas (or happy holidays f
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