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La Vie En Rose

I used to love you

That truth is written in my soul

Carved into my ribs, so deep in the bone

Like it's always been there

It flares bright when I see you

Will you ever let me go?

Please set me free

fangsofthunderandmischief

4/26/17

I want to be exposed like the roots of a tree after the rain But everytime I get close lightning strikes those exposed parts And I must desperately scramble seeking to once again cover Those fragile places in my soul and you can’t see those Burnt and scarred parts of me I bury them deep in the soil Covering them with grass and moss until all you see is greenery And you stop looking for the ugly lightning struck parts of me

That you created

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04/26/17

How nice it must be, to believe in something bigger than yourself to look up in the sky and believe there’s someone watching over you To see God in a rainbow in a sunset in every being of existence I look and I see nothing I see light refracting through rain drops I see light dissipating through the atmosphere I see evolution and selective breeding For me there is no magic Nothing science can’t explain For me death is the end

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04/15/17

I take cold showers Not for their libido stifling properties My depression takes care of that Not for the good it does my skin and hair They’ve got shampoos and soaps for that

I take them to feel a little something A sting, when the water hits my cuts My lungs seize up, somehow unable to function in the icy cold water My heart races, confused by the sudden lack of air My body feels so alive, and its nice while it lasts

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04/15/17

“I’m not sure” I tell her My mother thinks I’m talking about what I want to eat But really I’m not sure about anything anymore about College about Money about Life about Love about Religion about Me

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Depression 4/15/17

I brushed my hair today It may not seem like a lot to you But when you’re depressed little things Are hard to do

I got out of bed Sounds really simple I know But when you want to die its hard to go Anywhere, especially when you know people will stare

I got medicine Which is common sense, granted But when you’re plagued with mental illness self care is impossible some days

I brushed my hair today I know its not a lot, I do But when everything feels like nothing Sometimes a little something is all you can do

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Ideations 4/13/17

There are easier ways to kill yourself

Noose, knife, pill, or gun are all quick

And will certainly do the trick

But I don’t want to die

Not yet, anyway

I just want to suffer through the day

So I love people who won’t love me back

I fill my lungs with smoke

Let the emotions reach up and choke

Yes there are easier ways to kill yourself

When living in this world gets too tough

But I prefer to let life wreck me and make it rough

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A Valentine (a riff off the Edgar Allen Poe poem of the same name) 4/10/17

Just listen to me, please To the words I can’t speak To such things that’ll ruin us both You hear them once, no more And run right for the door Over land and sea, till you’re far away from me I cry, hastening toward some unknown place Where does this between us start, when will it stop Because caring about you the way that I do Leaves vulnerable places in the armor I’ve carefully crafted What wonder would I find in the contours of your body; the corners of your mind Can anyone change this fate I’ve assigned myself To be in torment, wanting but never getting; your love is spoken for You occupy my dreams, thoughts, fantasies; can’t you just leave me be Reality is never really as good as our dreams (though I do wonder if you dream of me) Theres so much sunshine in your eyes, in your smile, and I am left sunburnt Theres much of the storm in you, and I am left tempest tossed But at every offered opportunity I stumble and fall both to and away from you One day maybe I’ll get a nerve, and tell you everything Even though the very idea terrifies me, I deserve peace

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Belief 4/10/17

I don’t believe in true love or soulmates or destiny or purpose I don’t believe in Gods or devils or angels or heaven and hell I believe in people and their capacity for love kindness compassion understanding forgiveness

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A Love Sonnet 4/10/17

“Swear not by the moon,” says Juliet to her Romeo “Bid me not swear my love by any heavenly body.” I whisper to you Not by the stars, whose lights have long ago gone out Not by the sun, whose rays cause death and harm in the bodies of men Not by the galaxies, whose swirling majesties ever orbit in the darkness “Bid of me, instead, to swear on earthly things.” My voice a low murmur By the trees, who so selflessly provide the very air we breathe By the earth, who gives us a foundation to build upon By the many wonders of nature, who inspire beauty in all of our days...

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Hello

I see there are some new peeps here so like welcome and stuff. I’m off to bed, there are roughly 10 more posts that I have for tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll see you then :)

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3/27/17

I want to tell you how my heart sings your name I want to tell you how my lips stretch to a smile, and you’re to blame I want to tell you how my hands ache to trace the shape of your frame I want to tell you how every fiber of my being is yours to claim I want to tell you I want to tell you I want to tell you

But unfortunately, you could never say the same

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FWIW- 3/27/17

Keeping your head above water is harder than anyone ever tells you Especially when your brain is all but screaming ---- to just sink into the deep

Your hands ache for rest Grave soil caking under your fingernails Why do you so ardently dig your own grave? This is not the way it’s done

You are not the words you choke on They are not what define you Your definition is not contained in words human tongues can divine

For what it’s worth; You are an infinity upon yourself, You are life and death, And you owe yourself to no one.

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Epigenetics- 3/5/17

I fear drowning Not in deep waters No, I fear for drowning in a bottle

I know it’s there Lurking in the strands of my DNA Somewhere between hazel eyes and chubby thighs

Alcoholism Carved into the trunk of my family tree As certain as the Eerie from which we hail

Always checking my every emotion before every sip Wondering if it’s safe to have a drink Or if it would be the “just one drink” Every AA meeting story begins with

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Jester, What Soon?- 3/5/17

Eyes like ocean storm waters If you weren’t so calm I’d be afraid of drowning Instead, I want to dive in Sink into the warmth in your eyes

Smile like warm summer days If you weren’t so gentle I’d be afraid of sunburn Instead, I want to bask Absorb the rays of your kindness

Hands like mountain passages If you weren’t so patient I’d be afraid to fall Instead, I just want to explore Become lost in your intricacies

But none of those things happen. I don’t drown, dive, or sink burn, bask, or absorb fall, explore, or get lost

Instead I just pine, knowing you don’t see things the way I do.

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Among the Tombstones- 3/4/17

You can find me among the tombstones. Awake and dreaming with the dead. Starry eyed, searching for the moon among the clear blue skies. The quiet wrapping around like a secure blanket. Keeping me warm in the early spring breeze. The tall magnolia tree giving of itself comfort and shade. "It's the safest place in the world." Eric said. And indeed it is, no one to bother me. Not even my tainted memories can find me here. Not amongst the tombstones. Sitting under the magnolia tree. Dreaming with the dead.

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