Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
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boys are supposed to have backbones
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Fear |
Goodbye |
Human |
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Love |
Memories |
Poetry |
Rant |
Sad
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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
I see you
I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
10 months later
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Different |
Fall |
Fear |
Friends |
From Florida |
Goodbye |
Happy |
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Love |
Rant |
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Story
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Today is September 28th, 2015. I've been biting down on the abstract for about ten months now, writing poems about anonymous heartb...
this
you told me you were a shell to crack, but most eggs break easy; you're more of the titanium type, but I thought I had mo...
you will never read this.
You will never read this. You will never read this, or see this, or smell this, or run your underage hands along this. You wi...
24 scars later
I've got 11:09 tears on my steering wheel. I've got a tight heart pinned to my ribcage, waiting for 17-year-old Me to make an a...
cement
Mama told me to build myself out of cement. Mama told me to paint my walls whatever colors I chose, but to keep painting and keep ...
requiem to sad history.
You don't listen until your eyes do. You're analyzing paper words and wire lines but you aren't listening until it's...
music class
Hard eyes cross-cutting the room, raising the temperature of your blood with every measure of Bon Jovi when all you can see is his gh...
cookies
These cookies shouldn't remind me of you. Of you you you you. I get caught screaming your name, but even when my chords are s...
last thing, before you go.
It's 11:08am and it's too soon to miss you. The hours are thinning out, and people are waiting on my washy replies, but I...
if you're reading this.
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Death |
Different |
Fear |
Friends |
Goodbye |
Happy |
Journal |
Kissing |
Life |
Love |
Memories |
Rain |
Sad
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your voice goes up an octave when you're lying. octaves. you learned how to play the piano within 5 minutes and it too...
your bricks are showing.
You built walls around people without leaving a door, walls that you never scaled to see if the other side was still breathing. You...
f______ & forget
you served apologies on a silver platter but some refuse to taste your sorry's. your words are on the table, though and anyone...
kissing drafts
you were my first kiss. my basement-closet-kiss that put a dangerous hue on 13 years old. I couldn't tell you the color of your eye...
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