pretty eyed, pirate smile

one hella procrastinator who likes to cage memories through photographs and makes all the words go rhyme with her messy thoughts.

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Oh, love.

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Hello, how have you been? 🙂

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Are you Ph?

I live in the Philippines.

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. ✨

Hi, Sweet! Can I send this back to you? I would. 😉

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a shabby little book,

lying on my stomach

blades of the grasses,

carving solace on my back

every blow of the wind

murmurs a language–

a never-heard-before

the impalpable threads

of the sunlight

weaving my soul a life lore

an old ash tree

shaking off its leaves

gradually evincing bareness

scars still weeping sap

being revealed

by the mountain breezes

dandelions dancing to be lost one by one

land smoothly on my nose

smelling like forgotten dreams and wishes

yearn for poetry and prose

my eyes turning into waterfalls

mirroring the azure sky

all that was caged in hell

being freed on the sly

little flowers bloom

filling all the holes

green grasses compose

some hymns on my soles

my freckles are constellations

ravishingly shine

a complete bizarre decorations

all perfectly mine

my body is my own home

and I exist,

my body is my own home

thank God–I exist!

words and photograph by: @joannethatgotaway

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Damien Rice saves the night.

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A POEM WITH UGLY RHYMES

Our eyes meet

I fake a smile

Flowers for her,

Bullets for me

My heart screams

I unfriend its beat

I eat some chocolates

These aren't sweet

You dance with her

I sing a song

You sing her a song

I write a poem

You have my words

She has your ears

You kiss her hand

I hug a pillow

Wet with tears

It's hard to swallow

She is the girl

I will never be

I write a poem

Its rhymes are ugly.

2016 poem, joanne.

Hi, it’s been a long time. I can hardly write these days so here’s just an old poem I made. Stay safe!

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to love somebody and still run…

(Still Run by Wet)

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Send me a song.

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I should be scared you were a ghost town and a ghost town should creep the hell out of me I must scream out my lungs on how scared I am to be in darkness but this kind of darkness such a solace and I like to be alone with you in here in here tonight

the moon is rejoicing.

9:18pm, joanne

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hmm let’s talk about mia and seb…

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dreaming in french

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he loved me

one night

no summer

a winter

full of songs

a bed

made of sands—

drifting

softly

on my skin—

bonfire.

he loved me

one day

he realized

i was

never a

place

like home

i was

merely

an island

and the ocean

called him—

sailing—

another.

he'd been

a stranger

and now

a stranger

more than

ever.

he loved me

one night

for he was

just lost

and lonely.

he loved me

that day

he mistook me

for a paradise.

i thought

i was

a paradise—

his paradise.

a sunset

soon

forgotten—

that's all

i've been.

the flowers

are gone—

he loved me.

i wish

he truly

did.

[joannethatgotaway]

i love you

[joannethatgotaway]

Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece