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Somewhere;
Within the ocean's-
Overly sensitive serenity.
I can feel,
My twisted innards unwillingly-
Suffocate;
As our burning sun-
Falls beneath a cotton candy horizon.
I'm fishing for my (anchor adorned) sinking personality-
But I think I lost track of my wiggling bait a long time ago.
Within the ocean's-
Overly sensitive serenity.
I can feel,
My twisted innards unwillingly-
Suffocate;
As our burning sun-
Falls beneath a cotton candy horizon.
I'm fishing for my (anchor adorned) sinking personality-
But I think I lost track of my wiggling bait a long time ago.
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Childhood Memories
Time became lost,
As i relived the memories flashing through my mind.
Wanting to explode from my mouth,
Poisonous words clawing up my throat, choking me.
The words i had practiced over and over again in front of the same mirror for years
It was dragged back down my throat,
Dissolving into the acid of my belly,
Never to be heard,
But by the ears of my screeching mind.
They could tell that they had gone over the line.
A simple question had been asked,
Then silence clung to the awkward room.
She realized her mistake
Concerned when signs of anguish showed in the flash of eyes
Quickly looking away,
My jaws clenching.
"So, tell us all about
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Where Have You Gone?
Where have you gone, lover of mine?
Where have you been, this unending time?
Have you gone on a train, to a place far away,
Where the mountains sing and the sycamores sway?
Have you taken a boat to an island alone,
Where you sit and you think as you toss a cool stone?
Have you leaped on a plane to see new skies,
Where you watch shining stars with tired, worn eyes?
Have you just walked along roads with rotting old signs,
Where the locals count up your hard liquor fines?
Have you met someone new, sweet, and bright,
Who listens to your stories until late at night?
Have you made a friend that lends a hand,
Who will be by your side in the dirt a
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pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
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A prompt from my creative writing class~
Had to write an extended metaphor with in a poem.
Hope I succeeded
The bait is my hope jsyk<3
Had to write an extended metaphor with in a poem.
Hope I succeeded
The bait is my hope jsyk<3
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This is wonderful 
, and beautiful 
...and sad...
, and beautiful ...and sad...