January 2011
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y.
he cried over tea and she watched, a mockery of her life in shambles. she kept the focus above water, but thanks to him they drowned in fear.
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z.
she finger-painted she on a canvas full of aches & pains so intense, that when she put the paint down it bubbled up where hurt sat.
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alma, by junot díaz →
“this is how you lose her.”
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gut rot
kick up the dust— but it is rust, rust and your love is not a must; always it is lust, because i’ve lost that trust. it’s that sexy robust that makes me adjust until i dwell, reflect, think and recognize disgust from the crusts of my brain about your vain. this connect is so unjust— it’s simple, we combust.
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c_____
fuming, for you won’t care ‘til i’m gone.
so long.
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amtmem asked: your poem inarticulate is simply amazing. it really made me feel less alone. im dealing with the same issue in my dreams. you are brilliant with your words and making the reader feel the emotions. i love them. so keep it up :)
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light and dark
when did this happen? when was i ruined? when was i destined to roam the earth, alone and striving for more? it isn’t lonely, it’s truly alone. when i’m on different planes than the rest of you.
it isn’t lonely, it’s truly alone, when you cannot connect to a soul near you and everyone feel so far away no matter how close they are.
and the worst part is, you are so...
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three
he missed her already. the lies of her hair and charm. he would live without it, but he did not know he had to
yet. ‘til she did not wave goodbye to the train that sent him to the underworld
she grew to despise where she created herself: a black bird used to not be so daring until the feathers sprung from her backbones.