poem
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Is it wrong that I like to watch them die? They limp from dehydration, unable to stand up straight. They are entirely dependent on me. Once I quench their thirst, I know they will spring back, burst into life, and spread their arms out in love and devotion. I am in complete control, until I’m…
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He walks into the room and I am surrounded by stars and butterflies. His air, his smell, his appearance is even greater than the loveliest of nights. He shines brighter than the moon and his confidence sparkles with the stars. I am his forever if he will shine his light towards me. He is almost…
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Tension slowly eased out of my shoulders, and my toes dug deep into the warm sand. My toes dug deep into the warm sand, My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes. My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes, Filling it with the sounds of the the rushed tide. Filling…
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Sipping on wine and setting up this game. Then you come along and announce your name. I am offended by your confidence and ashamed of your stance, And that was my judgement at first glance. Yet upon another, Your eyes tell me this is where kindness dwells, And the deeper I look, the more my…
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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,…
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He…
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Starting off spooky season with one of my favorites! This is based on a dream I had when I was younger and had teddy bears. I don’t think I had any after this. Let me know what you think in the comments below the post!
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She wanders through the halls of her abandoned family home, most of it resembling remains of the catacombs. Except for the portraits, as they still hang. Sneaking secret glances, she feels the first pang. They glare as though they know what she’s done. Of course they do! They had known before it begun. Steadying her…
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She’s ignorant of eyes that follow her, They stare at her black hair and olive skin. The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter, Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins. She is ignorant of the craning necks, To better hear the smooth notes in her voice. No sound is more beaut’ful amongst that…
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The train arrives promptly at eight o’ five And she takes a seat at the farthest bench. Heart beating fast, telling her she is alive, Escaping a life that was so entrenched. Surrounded by unchanging ideals That only altered in the depth of night, Make this moment feel so unreal, And she hardly…
Simply Kayla 