More Words Than Sense

'Let these words be the colours, I'm just painting my heart'

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To commit slow suicide is to be close to death as much as possible

N.x

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The way to love anything is to realise it may be lost

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It hits me in waves,

You're gone, you are there,

You're lost, but pretending

You have found the love that

Heals everything before

You even know where you

Are hurt, Yes, waves,

I don't blame you,

The next, I am screaming,

Then I don't feel anything

Cause I'm drinking,

Distant memory you and me,

But you say you haven't thought

Of me once, but I know you

Would never let your soul feel

The pain of losing me cause you

Don't know how to tame

Your devious little illusions

Of life, You're beautiful but lifeless

To the act of empathy, you are

Pure love but tantrums of rage flood

All my memories of you these days

You are attention, and comfort

But all that is lost in your indecisiveness

Of me, you are endless lust, days in and days

out, but I can't find you even when

we are

This close.

-N.x

[wnq-writers]

“They ask, “Are you in love?” And you sit there quietly, realizing you must not be if you had to think about it.”

— N.M.Sanchez

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How can someone call you weak when they cause you so much pain

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Ecclesall, 4th March 2018

We stand tall side to side,

Ecclesall, once a nostalgic breeze,

A summer love, a cold iced drink,

A home before my home,

Lights and sunsets, many sunsets

I have experienced, passing

With a lust for sunrise, waking up next

To a dream, a royal bed for a humble

King, peaceful and patient,

Now I see you like I see love, a street that

Once felt like everything that is close

To what breathing felt like, has now become that, breathing,

Nature, a second home, my actual

safety, and like the changes of love over time, I grow to admire the beauty in the

Ordinary, the beauty in the everyday,

My forever happiness displayed in summer rays and now in winter blues,

I hold on to the sweet memories like a

Newborn love, the obsession,

The passion, the blissful creation,

Our love that grew, I question do I love

The crowed streets like I used to?

But just like our love, yes I do

In a content manner, an appreciation for

Growth, from which came strength,

Praying time can heal, what time

Has caused, I love, I still love what

I have always loved, a home,

A heart, A dream.

-N.x

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Poetry

I hate poetry, how it frees you so much that you’re unsure what you have left in you but traps you with your new ideas of how alone you have become. I hate how much of the ink portrays who I am as a person, someone I don’t know and would not like to meet.  I hate that I needed poetry when I was at my darkest and when I was so out of my mind in pain, love…emptiness. I hate how I allowed myself to be associated with poetry that it brought me down to my knees sometimes and made me feel cold in the warmth of my bed. Poetry, sometimes, and I’m only admitting this once, has this undoubtable power to make me feel worthless in some way; I can’t explain it. There are so many words strung together to mean so many possible things but I can’t find the words to describe how I can feel my mouth filled with blood that doesn’t feel valuable enough to fill my bleeding veins. I fucking hate how I compare my poetry to ones more experienced when deep down I know I am no Sylvia Plath. I can’t stand how poetry allows you to lose control to the point you don’t know where to stop or worse, why you started.

-N.x

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May your last breathe be

heavy, 

Your eyes enthrilled,

Pupils dilated,

A black hole concealed,

May the knife be cold,

And your heart be ripped,

May you not fight back,

Collapse,

Into a black hole concealed,

May I not be the one

holding the handle,

May they take it lightly,

May I live 

-N.x

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He said

I wish I had stayed 

And she responded 

I wish you had too

Time had passed in eaches life

But the memories resist ever being the past 

When eyes are glaring into what only they 

Could call the future 

But time 

Is also Time 

And it is Changes’ best friend 

And now is not then and staying 

Is not the same to me

He looks, his eyes dancing around 

The room, thinking of anything 

That could mend hearts, maybe 

Fill some space that hadn’t been filled for

Quite some time 

But all the room was filled with was 

silence 

And after all these years 

It was still enough 

-N.x 

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Love is a lie. A delusion

N.x

(a six word story)

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Wake up at 1 Sleep at 5 I can see the garden from above I can see the stars that remain and I can see the stars that don’t

What happens next I can’t tell you Cause iv never let myself Get to this point

Would you give up pure euphoric elusive love if it meant you could find ur way out of mind? overtaking. heartbreak.

That's all this could ever be.

-N.x

[book-caps]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Boys will put you on a pedastool just so they can have you on your knees later

and after he will not treat you the same 

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Ha Long Bay - Vietnam (by Aftab Uzzaman) 

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Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.

Epictetus (via thinksquad)

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I’ve been having weird dreams 

About you, where you don't return

 And I'm waiting, 

but you seem 

 Gone for good

- N.x