Random Writings Of Morgan

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Intense and on Pointe. This girl gave me chills. Watch it now. !!! The feels.

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Doors Like Guns

The door slammed shut,

then her body slammed against the other side.

Wood clinging to fabric

tearing at the loose threads

as she slid down

the unsanded door.

I sat on the floor, breathing hard, nearly shaking.

I could hear her, through the thick wood,

why? Why are you leaving me here? Why!

I stared at the door.

The shine, the dark stains,

the heartwood

and the finish that seemed to have neglected her side.

She screamed on.

She wasn’t my problem.

She was her own person.

She was capable of helping herself.

I had nothing to do with it.

I couldn’t help.

I couldn’t.

I’d made my choice.

The ground beneath me,

rough, broken flooring,

broke my skin when I moved.

I stopped moving.

Somewhere

there was a sleek shine

off of a smooth surface.

But it was such a long distance to there.

So many steps to take,

without shoes or socks or feet

or worth

or her

It’d be so much

Easier

To open the door

And slide back into her arms

And give up on this

Give up on me

to give up

It’d be so much

Easier

The door,

hickory,

thick wood,

standing between us

a lock

locked on my side

her nails grated the door

gouging the hardwood

her screams burning holes in the

heartwood

I bled

ceramic touching my veins

liquid turning to porcelain

she said my name

The white beneath my fingers

beneath my skin

beneath my clothes

beneath my bloody feet

tainted red

I fell back

glass shaping my spine

and my soul shattering

like my willpower

Fear, the unknown, her breaths, my words, my promises

broken like the floor,

like the constant promise of solid ground

in a world where the floor cracks at my touch

I slam my fist onto the night

The door was so close

I could touch it.

I could feel her on the other side

screams warped into sobs

into pain so heavy

she couldn’t breathe

She whispered my name

I could still go back

Life could go on

We could be eternal

I could make good on my word

my promises could become infinities

my hand could hold hers

not push her behind a door

My name

Again and again and--

I can’t.

I can’t go back.

I turn and crawl

knees bleeding tears

eyes crying blood

hands screaming for death

I can’t stop

She

is

still

there

I listen

but i’m too far away to hear her scream

or her nails ripping the heartwood from the hickory

My own screams now break the silence

of broken floors and hickory doors

Doors are like guns

my wound is only flesh deep

but hers is what I really fear

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Actually really wanna make out with someone

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So I'm actually really ticklish

[showslow-deactivated20180412]

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Bryan Nash Gill, woodcuts.

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Cookies

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If you don't wanna feel horny don't go on tumblr

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Let me tell you guys something. Yesterday was.............. Courageous. To say the least. So. I told this guy that I liked him. And surprisingly were still talking. Like. Normal. Wow. That's good. Umm. I went to a dance. Got hit on. Met this girl who was crazy. I loved her. She was cool. Then. I sorta ended up dancing with this guy and by dancing I mean grinding on him and yeah. He had a dick. That was new. But yeah. He kinda groped me... everywhere and i kinda kissed him. And yeah. And then some black guy asked me to dance, asked for my number and asked if I wanted to go for a walk. And I didn't know what would happen, didnt really wanna find out so we didn't. Then I kinda danced with this other guy (and we just sorta swayed) who has liked me since the beginning of the year and then I kissed him. And yeah. Wow. Um. That was a lot for one day.

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Deluding himself or myself??? He calls me buddy now. Is he trying to establish that he views me as a friend to himself or to me??? He says he loves me. He had a girlfriend. This shit.

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When Hispanic boys forget how to say things in English.

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every blogger from florida is an alligator w/ a computer. do not trust them.

[britinme]

i am a blogger from florida and i can confirm this

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Can you look at me? (She knows what's coming.) I'm trying. (Are you really?) I don't like problems. I don't like not being happy. (You sure don't mind letting her feel like that.) I don't... (Don't what?) I don't like you. (Damn.) You're... Nice. (Uh huh. Sure.) You used to mean so much (Damn bitch. Way to start brutal.) To me. But. (But what? What changed? She's crying.) You. (Finish the goddamn sentence) Just aren't. (Good? She's heard that a million times.) Right... (Great way to phrase it, dumbass, not crushing her self esteem at all.) Right now (She's heard that -- from you -- too many times.) Look... I can't keep avoiding this. (Avoiding her.) Just because I don't want to deal with (Her? That's low.) The problem. You deserve better. (Liar. You don't think she deserves shit.) And we're not doing anything. (Except avoiding each other.) Productive. I don't want to be your friend. I can't. (Sure you could.) I've changed to a point where you Aren't my number one priority. (Damn.) I have new friends. New hobbies. New ideas. A new life. (That she's not in.) I just... Don't need you. (There we go. Don't stop now. You're finally hitting the nail on the head.) And I'm asking you to move on. Because I did. And I'm sorry (You're not. Don't lie.) That I'm not sorry. Because you just aren't who I want In my life Anymore. Thank you for everything. (Except the guilt.) But I've moved on, Please do the same. (Now walk away.)

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Bring out your soul Let me feel your life Pulsate in my veins As you fall Into my darkness

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Is it wrong that I don't have darkness impending on my very being every moment of every day?

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My secrets Make up the framework of my smile Create the foundation of my lies

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Am I not worth those six extra feet?

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We bent the rules Once or twice But it was worth it. We Were worth the fight.

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Bound Broken Forgotten Unwanted Do you feel this way Every day?