sometimes i feel inspired and write things down

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flashes.

a shadow in memory hidden in darkness petals fall steadily cars crash every day who am I to tell them no?

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in the light of the moon my bones ache for you and my heart sings songs mourning your absence.

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little crab.

small creature with your soft insides and rough shell, stay awhile and rest with me amongst the stars.

you did your best- risked and lost it all to do as she asked and your reward is the dark blanket  of eternity.

the sky is foreign and so unlike your beloved blue ocean but little crab in time you will learn to swim across galaxies.

be not afraid of this daunting, new reality but take comfort in adventure- know that you and i are here together and i am fiercest of all.

small creature with your soft insides and rough shell, stay awhile with me and enjoy lighting up the sky.

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lonely girl with ambition like wings flying away from things that get too real. she's been marked with death on her shoulder and flowers in her hair and the determination to not get tied down, unaware that the farther she runs the closer she is to dying.

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800 miles.

800 miles away her heads rests on a pillow and she dreams of things of which i know nothing about.

800 miles away  she sleeps (soundly?) and burrowed under her blankets i am nowhere to be found.

800 miles away the night kisses her softly and though she doesn't know it my heart beat dances for her.

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up in flames.

a kiss so perfect it set the world on fire and as my ashes rained down to collect at her feet she was set free- tiny sparks in the breeze.

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we run from the inescapable. we stick our heads in the sand to avoid what is real and right in front off us. we deny the truth because its easier than facing reality.

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lost at sea.

waves crash and sea-foam tears spray the shore like machine gun fire.

another ship sank today. an anchor trapped in seaweed unable to break free dragged the life from the poor man's eyes in the time spent shifting the sand.

in memorandum the moon wept and the stars hid themselves away.

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we rise up, reborn in its constant back and forth- oblivion so sweet and relentless that we rise in defense of ourselves.

empty spaces ring in silence as notes go unlearned and are drained of every ounce of structure.

flashbacks of failure strike with ferocity and are thrust into a desk to rot.

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the beginning circles back just when you thought it was over and this time there's no where to run and hide.

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swallowing sadness like pills with the shaking hands if an addict.

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Sara bareilles' love of swearing gives me life.

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we crackle and break splinters snapping off like shrapnel better cover your eyes and look out below echoes bouncing off walls and suffocating ears a memory dances away flittering around the edges of vision hiding before the happiness can take root stretch out limbs and remember band aids don't fix everything

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broken things.

sometimes it feels like  i'm taking my fist and violently punching a hole through my heart. sometimes it feels like i'm breathing in water and unable to stop i'm slowing drowning on shore. sometimes it feels like you deserve someone who will  wrap you in their arms and see the sun rise in your eyes and love you for everything that you are and that the  someone you need isn't me.

mostly, i just feel like a guilt piece of shit.

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Reaper.

Her hand opens to reveal the crumpled flower looking tired and defeated. He watches her do this and knows deep down it is what she’s been trying to tell him all along. Here is the big reveal, the moment of insane clarity. He is going to die. He’s going to die and no amount of false optimism or raging disbelief is going to save him from the black holes she is aggressively planting under his skin. Freckles don’t just pepper his skin anymore but small galaxies, little solar systems doing everything in their power to help her wilt him too.

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the constant turning of the fan echoes in her ears and she wonders to herself if the earth will ever stop itself from spinning. when the stars implode and the sun stops shining will the earth lay down and rest for awhile, lounging under the sun like a young-couple under a tree during a summer afternoon with the moon spreading its dust like a blanket over the earths surface.

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origami girl.

your eyes shift to the floor and i watch you close upon yourself, shrinking smaller and smaller, folding edges and cutting corners until you're almost nothing at all; atoms condensed so close together that when i reach out to touch you, i miss- my fingers sliding through empty air. origami girl, unwrap yourself and breathe. show me the colors hidden deep under your fleshy exterior and let me love every indentation created when you hid yourself away.