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[olearypoetry]

[poisonous-poetry]

Mine

Some words just can't escape

They stay trapped in my mind and replay like a broken record

And these words aren't mine they're your words

But you can't have them back because they make me who I am so keep all the things you want to say

You've given enuff that won't leave

And when your words haunt me at night I just think of all those wonderful memories you had no part in.

Like Sunsets on a calm flowing river I move on through life without you because the chaotic waves you wanted me to be will only drown lovely flowers

[poisonous-poetry]

Dear mommy,

My soul poors black water and soaks up tears of blood.

I don't hurt anymore

I am numb

A dark echoing void that shakes and rattles when screamed at because its only a natural reaction

Word rush from my numb heart to my mouth but they stumble and fall like a child that can't tie it's shoes because words hurt even when you don't bottle them up.

Especially the words that you made me want to tie around my neck and hang from they created this mess of a black river running from my soul.

I soak your tears of blood and scream because they're a fucking lie, you hurt me and now you hurt because people are swiming in my words you forced me to bottle up.

I realized mom that you are my black water and your tears are only poison because you are a the wolf in sheeps clothing...

[feministtalks]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[poisonous-poetry]

Deaths Fingers and my Pain

I feel deaths fingers reaching closer to touch me but I scream loudly as if I might scare him away.

Strangely a week ago I saw death in my walkway and sang to him a beautiful song as a gift to his presence.

I wished him here for so many years beacuse the pain I felt in my chest was unbearable

I sang to him a death song.

My song was heard by the universe first and it took my pain from my chest and replaced it with a beautiful sunflower to reflect my songs beauty so I could see the life in every peddle.

Death saw no beauty in my song so he hid in his cloke with his poisonous fingers playing with a string I call my emotions tangling and knotting my purple string.

But to deaths surprise when he had noticed my song became silence he looked from his cloke to see me across the room dancing in the universe stars and he looked back at his fingers only to see my purple string was mine for the first time.

He crept close, jealously, and sang my song of pain and sadness even more beautiful than I did.

The universe stood still and looked at me with their beautiful stars and suns and planets and whisperd

"Do you hear that song my sunshine? It comes from lies" so I listened close.

As I closed my eyes and cupped my ears I heard all my pain and sadness rush to me

every single tear death ignored was falling from his lips like a sad violin.

I realized death did hear my song.

He heard every single tear and chose to cause more pain so I did what felt best and I screamed as deaths poisonous fingers reaching closer for me as if I might scare him away.

[reap-me-open]

i spoke to an angel in new york and she told me i’m going to die

She looks at me with wildfire eyes, 

Sat on a bench in Central Park 

With birds sitting on her golden halo. 

Flowers bloomed around her bare feet, 

And she sighed at the wilting lilies 

Wrapped around my crooked horns. 

Not to say there’s no chemistry here 

Between the pair of us, just that 

I don’t know what to do with it. 

“You’re going to die like this." 

I scoff and turn away, walking off. 

"I sure as hell hope so.”

(via reap-me-open)

[dankmemeuniversity]

[theivorypiano]

me: *gets touched by random wave of sadness*

me: so, this is what poets of Romanticism felt

[toxzen]

eat brownies with

I want to ________ you

Aw that would be so fun

[vodkasam]

please reblog this if your blog is safe for asexuals

[poisonous-poetry]

who the signs are going to fight

aries: you

taurus: their alarm clock

gemini: the entire human population

cancer: anyone who makes them cry

leo: condoms

virgo: the patriarchy

libra: everyone but only using their lips

scorpio: god

sagittarius: iggy azalea

capricorn: their parents

aquarius: bras

pisces: themselves