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Write bad poetry, sleep with the curtains wide open, watch with your eyes closed / Documenting my journey in beginning to pursue what I actually enjoy instagram - miamoon_p

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when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

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made a new little poem on @commaful! this website is v cute and fun so come & find me xo Read the full story

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This story and photoset was made by miamoon on Commaful, a site where people write short stories, poems, jokes, blog posts and more in a beautiful visual format.

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Facebook wall [poem]

You spend hours outside

photographing flowers through the tears in your eyes.

In each season

you see some

new beauty.

 Whether it’s withering branches in winter, the cold sharp like a splinter

Or blossom, blooming in the brilliance of spring, you snap everything.

 Your camera captures the flowers

and they become free

with captions that highlight the simple attraction

on your Facebook.

The pictures that you took

 distract you from the drastic apathy,

detaching you to make you feel happy.

 And any time you don’t feel fine, reaching for a glass of wine is sure to hide the pain inside.

 Who needs to walk in a straight line?

 You don’t drink to hydrate, you do it to self medicate

So the need for you to contemplate the way you feel is consequently confiscated.

Your heart is aching.

 And sometimes people feel inclined to bad-mouth you ‘til you confide

that no matter how hard you’ve tried

drinking’s all that helps any more.

 Another fall.

You lie on the floor, your head is sore, and you can’t ignore

the flowers on your Facebook wall.

 How can something so soft and small, and barely even there at all,

make you feel so safe and warm?

 You take your camera back outside;

In the kitchen, your tablet’s connecting to the WiFi,

and under the fresh blue July sky

you photograph the flowers ‘til your heart feels full

 and all is quiet in your wide-eyed mind.

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Sometimes life is just like waiting for your leg to not be numb anymore, and the satisfaction of the smooth, water-like ripple that spreads as the tingles disappear.

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Slam poetry

Soooo, I have been writing a lot of slam poetry and enjoying it so much. I just feel like I'll never have the confidence to properly share it. Does anyone have any advice?

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it's ME. @krabbypatting is my main, and this is going to be my angsty, edgy poetry blog so enjoy. Can't wait to cringe at this in a few years time xx