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YouInventedMe

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bear color for you

love, I let you linger on in places yet unseen in the silent space between initial sparks and how we're wired my dear, you are discovered in every memory undeparted every poem I've ever started even haunting odd synapses fired I fear, forever following a hand unclasped (still shaken) a heart unheard until it's taken time to rest uncommon sense retired why it's my attempt to ingest starshine 'til admired! it's my intent to become all you have desired.

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Love Heals Nothing

Ten months later, I feel that I’ve aged well beyond my years. Every once in a while, I think back, and it still brings me to tears. Sometimes they come without warning; I’ll cry over movies and cheesy television shows. But, what really gets to me are the things that no one knows. So, I'll just sit and spit out static; a cold caress for dormant ears. Love, like laughter, does no true healing - in truth, it fades & disappears. Distance gets the best of us. We cling to what's left, and it shows in our small, shaky steps and the way we accept second-best for ourselves, I suppose. You don’t know what I went through

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it's only everything

how to apologize to the air that I breathe for the fear of loss that costs everything when this grip that grasps forever is so suffocating when your ears have grown tired of these sad songs I sing see, panic and I have spent so much time alone that fright forms my features etched its shape in my bones and while I long to make my heart your home all flaws in design are completely my own I'm awkward I'm anxious but I'm also all yours for the rest of the years my dust circles this earth and though I know to you it must seem quite absurd I hope to rebuild on the strength of these words said

Amertie

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voices.

are you listening? one. the trains are burning. planes are crashing, and i can only hope they're not yours. tides are coming in, breaking the shore, carrying the ground beneath you away, away with them, and we can only watch. but see that guy over there? he's laughing. - two. there are voices inside my head, pulling at the roots of my hair and banging on the walls, begging me, screaming at me: 'please, let me out', 'please hear me, hear me, hear me.' - three. until they're all i can hear, until i want to give in and give up, and they've won, they've won, until i feel like the ability to live life fully is a drea

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reasons you should listen.

i. because you are the reason i want to give up sometimes. because i'll never be as wonderful as you, and i feel like a piece of nothing compared to you. but you are the one holding my hand and pushing me forward, gently, and suddenly, you are the reason i keep trying. ii. because i don't speak often. because this is a piece of me i'm afraid to show. iii. have you ever felt like giving up? like you're the gum stuck on someone's shoe, and they only want to be rid of you? have you ever broken down just because it feels like no one cares? because if you ever do, i'll be there for you. i promise. iv. because i need yo

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hide and don't seek.

i remember how we'd go to the park. the swings were rusty, remember? you were always the one pushing me in the autumn air, and i was always the one giddy with laughter. when we got tired, and our breaths came in shallow gasps, we'd go play games of hide and seek. [your favorite hiding place was behind lies.] sometimes i found you, crouched low to the ground smiling up at me. i was always scared that you wouldn't come out when i called 'i give up now.' but you always gave yourself away to me, sometimes unwillingly. [your deceptions were see-through, once i looked past the velvet curtains in your eyes] . i remember what missing you felt

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Washing With Water

Shooting blanks and shitty whisky wishing somebody was sitting sinking with me.

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compulsive liar.

once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that i came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods. - sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain. i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with yellow and purple coloured pencils on index cards. my origin changes like the seasons. "why do you lie to everyone?" you ask. "why not?" i reply. - i wear nametags that read "alicia" and "liana" and "samantha," because i want to know how it feels to be someon

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Contrivand

no pain t no gain a

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How To Be Normal

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta

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Lovesick Fool

I was not in love Love is for fools I hate the word I haven’t seen you in years And dare I admit, I miss you I’ve downed bottle after bottle, Taken pill after pill, I still can’t sleep I can’t stand waking up Without you here, yet, I still look for you I search everywhere But you are nowhere to be found I think I would rather be dead I never thought you’d leave me alone You still haunt me here I see you everywhere but I can’t ever find you And I don’t know why but I feel like a lovesick fool Without the love

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Too Late

The ceiling above, And walls around. The ground below, And nothing more. But it's far too loud. The room sways And sits. In its center lays a figure, A figure nothing more but A shell of one who has lost its view. It screams and thrashes. Aches and cries. Begs and kills. And bleeds out. But nothing happens. It is just there. Alone Lost And forgotten Forgotten by itself. For who knew him, It destroyed With nothing more But passion. Its life tumbled away, And fell six feet under ground In the body of a pretty redheaded, Green-eyed lamb And who has it to blame? No one but itself. Or rather, the body of him. He who cared so much, He car

Best things I ever made

tricksyriver

Published: Nov 8, 2009

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I made that scarf. Crochet, about six feet long plus tassels. I don't remember what yarn I used, but if anyone is curious enough to ask then I'll look it up. I don't mind.

Took several hours. Not really sure because when I finished, I ripped the whole thing apart then put it back together. That process was a whole evening and a piece of the morning.

The glittery yarn sheds a lot, so anything that it touches is covered in "fairy dust," which perfectly suited the the recipient. She likes Disney, and especially princesses, a lot.

Also, I made that baby.