Poetry

I aspire to be something great, do you?

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Can anyone give me tips for fake lashes, Strips or clusters. I just need help please🙏

[solarishashernoseinabook]

"Ah, I see!" I nodded, not understanding.

~ Sir Cameron, Apparently, Sir Cameron Needs to Die by Greer Stothers

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WASTED(not 13. This is old.)

I wish to go down into a book

I want someone to look up my name and wonder how did she do that

I want people to know my name

I can be forgotten

I can not stop until I go down in history

I am 13

I study law and physiology

I study maths and literature

I am nothing without a life to be remember

Anyone can go down in history

You just have to chase what you want

I am 13

I will not rest until someone has a history project on me

I can not stop until the world knows me

I refuse to die alone

If I do not win

I will have sufficed my youth and happiness for nothing

Everything I have done for 9 years will be wasted

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Lowkey now want to live in a big city. Somewhere that nobody will notice if I ever disappear. No expectations.

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I went to my first Conan gray concert and it was amazing. I’ve loved him for 5 years. I cried because it was just so surreal. I was so close to the stage. I’m sorry to the person next to me who had to hear me scream every lyric.

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Ngl I’m being so happy recently. I’m finally on mood stabilizers. I’m just doing better, anyways that kinda makes poetry hard for me. It’s the only way I make myself not feel stupid about sad. Happy new year!

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— Melissa Cox

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I miss hurting myself, I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t. But, god, do I want to. I miss looking in the mirror and seeing my body look like how I felt inside.

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Passion. passion is what makes us different from AI. It doesn’t have passion, it does what they do because we tell them to. but humans they create because they want to. because they have the passion for it. people go into law because they want to make a difference, they choose that. It’s what makes us human. It’s not necessarily just creativity. Passion and wanting is what makes us human. AI doesn’t have that.

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Lowkey forgot I had this account. Might start posting again

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controversial take but poetry and literature aren't about the words. painting isn't about the color or the texture. music isn't about the melody. photography isn't about the object being photographed. it's about the feeling, the sentiment, the vibe, the nostalgia, the hidden layers behind the obvious, the longing for something so profound and deep that it cannot ever be expressed lest it loses its meaning.

art is never about the medium it is produced with. it's about everything else.

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This is more of a vent then poetry but oh well

I feel everything at once and I hate my mother for what she’s put me through, but I love her for what she’s done for me. She’s been emotionally absent for so long. I don’t know what her love feels like that. She tries to give it to me, but it never feels like love. Mom said that my birth mother didn’t hold me. She says that’s why she thinks I can’t form bonds. I don’t think I’ve ever felt love. I don’t know what love is. everyone’s left me. My dog was crying in the vet and all I can think of is will she be quiet? My mom told my counselor I literally want to murder her sometimes and all I could think was what am I gonna eat for breakfast? There has to be something wrong with me. I shouldn’t feel this way when I get frustrated I get angry and want to kill or hurt something when I get sad everything feels so much. I want to hurt myself or jump off a roof. It’s like the tiniest things sets me off all the time and I don’t know what to do cause sometimes something sets me off another time it doesn’t and it’s just everything‘s all over the place and sometimes I can’t even get out of bed in the morning because it seems exhausted so I lay down and sleep. I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep cause I’m so tired but then when I actually try to lay down, I don’t sleep. I can’t I sleep. why can’t I just be normal?

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I’m scared to be my mothers daughter because what if I end up like her but a worse fate I would end up being like my birth mother

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Coffee

I met my younger self for coffee today

She was 45 minutes early

I was five minutes early

I ordered a iced vanilla coffee

She ordered what I ordered so not to be different

She wore long sleeves

I did too

She was tired

So was I

She told me about school

She told me of her straight A and how her mom brags

I don’t tell her of my C or my strained relationship with my mother or that I have a disability or even that it gets better

I hope one day I get to meet my older self for coffee

I’m a little late but thought I’d try this trend

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nn. (via eternaldroplets)

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I’m scared to age

I will never be in this moment again

I won’t ever look the same

I’m scared to grow up

What if it gets worse?

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Why do I even try

I call after sitting anxiously trying to work up the courage

“Hi” I say

“Hey”

“Are you in a good mood?”

“What do you want?”

“Will you come upstairs “

“No”

“Okay then never mind”

“What is it”

“It’s fine,love you,bye”

“Bye”

She hangs up

I sit for a couple minutes willing her to come

It’s important but not enough for her to get up

Please come

She doesn’t

why do I even try?

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Our relationship wasn’t meant to last

Only to teach and have fond memories of