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There are some questions below. Leave me a comment with your answers and repost the questions in your journal so I can do the same for you. <3 ( Read more... )

you turned sixteen,
so take a moment to scribble
out the noise
and slip into yourself

remember
to never regret the lonely
days, days you'll spend
against a wall
watching the sky
letting the cigarette smoke
calm you down

or the days
you could spend giving
the finger to the world

take time to heal
yourself
when
boys and girls
break your heart

give yourself
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sometimes
i write out
this scribbled feeling
thats sits in me

this feeling
of the silence smashing

into everything
i want

the feeling
of you
slipping out
through my fingers

some definition of

dyfunctional. i pin

back these days to let them

percolate, spin themselves

into bombs, falling trees,

pooling rainwater

all the things i can't ever

understand

when i'm around you

we skim by rushing trains

come up with reasons

why the people travelling all

need to be somewhere

but it hurts when you

can't remember where you

need to be

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So my distilled day
sits on pavements,
learning the lines
between our worlds
and the ways the sun
sinks in alternate ways.

shedding, learn the flaw
and love her
whole, like there is

no reason to believe
the boundaries of before

peel exteriors, the circles
of truth emerge like scars.
emancipation,
this is who you really are.

late night shifts, and
we are not ourselves
girls with too many hearts
blue in destruction mode

her smile catching in webbed
light, mangled hope
causes sunshine depression

but this connection is
better-fall in love with
the dying, homeless,
future home wreckers

this is your shadow
in my seven corners
cease to exist,
making a sound to
pull me out of inhibition

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We are in the spells, the handmade
river of promise. We are the shadows
rising against the peeling personalities
of ourselves when no one is around.
When the dark empties into our
veins, we're smiling. Emptying the
shattered glass into the sea and
pretending we don't hurt. That we
haven't been burnt. In the ageing
shade of freedom, we learn how
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maybe when
we
voted for you
we must have forgotten
to see the motto
of your party-

allow
us to fuck you up

twice over

(these are the reasons to crumple away already)

sometimes i was a projection
in a catalogued dream

where the fists of snow
rang excuses through dirty
brown grounds, this

sister of mine fainted in
the swirl of faint remarks the

silence of the ground erases
the color of dreams from
searchlights of holocausts

the girl in my mind cried
with shredded limbs

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