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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@theescapingwhispers
Do not cave like your grandmother’s spine did
the day she fell down the stairs for the last time.
Loneliness is just a sheep in wolves’ clothing.
You know exactly how to tame it, to let it eat out of your palm.
When he puts up his fists, remember that all palm lines...
The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
Robert Penn Warren (via poetry-and-insomnia)
These white sheets I wish they would never leave I feel so warm Safe The stress drifts away As my body and mind sink Into the pillow I lay - M.A. Jones
Wishing is easy, The hard part comes only when you place actions into those dreams
M.A Jones
One day. One day i'll be able to let you touch me. To see through my thick walls, into my thoughts, into my mind and soul.
M.A. Jones
I hope we aren’t to young to know, that in this life, you need something to fight for. - M.A. Jones // 04/15/2014
-M.A. Jones // 04/14/2014
We’re all in a prison, prisons we’ve built ourselves. The walls are the hardships and the feelings that we have built up to prevent others from coming in, as well as keeping ourselves inside. Even though we have built these walls on our own it doesn’t mean that they aren’t hard to be let free from. All it takes is that one special person. With that one special key. -M.A. Jones // 04/13/2014
Life and destiny The results Like paper pulled out of a hat Not knowing what you will get Folding the paper Making it unique Hoping to make the choice more distinguishable You never know what you will get But I guess that is the fun part The part that tells you you have no control over this This is the most exciting and also the scariest - M.A. Jones // 04/12/2014
It hurt me when I saw the blood seeping through your bandaged wrists When you screamed into my ears I remained a blank face Because I was defend by the crimson seeping from your soul Stains left on the white reflect the stains left on your heart Refusing to let go of the fabric Like you refuse to let go of the blade In your hand - M.A. Jones // 04/11/2014
You drown me darling With your overwhelming love Please loosen your grasp on my heart strings For I can only hold on for so long Before I go under -M.A. Jones // 04/10/2014
Wasteland
The dreams that were once full of excitement and hope Skies filled with light and colours So bright It could blind you with happiness Now darkness and dread Is all that fills our minds Hopelessness overrides the thoughts that give us euphoria The skies are now dark and filled with smoke The same smoke that clouds my mind Preventing me from seeing the light that I so desperately need to view -M.A. Jones // 04/09/2014
"My hope wears thin, similar to the threads on my shirt, unraveling till a hole remains, waiting to be sewn back together." - M.A. Jones // 04/08/2014
