BrokenBroken things litter her room, just the way she likes it. Bright green bottles that she's ground into tiny pieces and poured into jars sit on her windowsill. The light makes patterns on the wall like waves and when it hits her skin she can close her eyes and smell the sea. Dried flowers sit in forgotten bunches, hanging from the ceiling and tucked away in corners that the sun doesn't remember.Broken
Sometimes she'll forget that she likes her things fallen apart and start gluing them back together. She'll remember halfway through and smash them to the floor, laughing while she rolls in the pieces because she has found herself again. &nb
The Girl You Don't RememberI am the girl you don't remember. The one you had five classes with and still couldn't be bothered to learn her name, I am the girl you don't hear when she speaks because you don't expect her to. The girl with the perfect grades and her head down on her desk because she has no one to talk to and nothing else to concentrate on. I am the girl with the therapist appointments every friday (i have bad teeth, it's the dentist, such bad teeth) because she tried to die a year ago.The Girl You Don't Remember
I am the girl with the empty eyes and the hair dyed crazy colors. The girl who wears all black, all day and looks away when you try to talk to her. Now you rea
Second Month of MayAn hour after, I was still giddy Flying above the world On a many colored kite Nothing seemed realSecond Month of May
Yet Two days later, I had dropped down But only enough to see the flowers And they lifted my spirits So it was alright So far On Friday, you kissed me And I felt Nothing And started to worry The ground coming up fast now I dipped farther and farther And as I fell, I realized The sky was barely there To begin with Made of cardboard cut outs And stuck together with half thought out ideas And everyday after, you kissed me &
Do You Remember?Chainlink fences And rain drenched asphalt Meet together in my memory Do you remember? Staring out the window And watching the world standing still With heavy hearts And drums in our ears As off the windowsill In the real world People laugh Drinking and dancing They forget these nights. Do you? Do you remember Leaning in to hear me sing myself to almost sleep? And the rain The rain Turning the ground silvery Walking the way home Up and up With our backs to the road Smiling it's comfortable To lay and watchDo You Remember?
Devious Journal Entry
Lazy
I really appreciate it.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
.:.
Nietzsche
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dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
/edgar allan poe: the raven
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War doesn't determine who's right, just who's left.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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Of course, mabye I'll grow up and be one of those crazy cat ladys with about, sixty cats. And one day the neighbors will complain about the smell, and it'll turn out I'd died and that the cats had eaten me...
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Look at what happens when we actually get the ARTIST in on this.
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