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I was hoping I could somehow create a bisexual joke on here but they're currently on stand-bi... Anyways read about my life and stuff!

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Love of a Petal

It was once said that a rose is the symbol of love.

If that is true then who is the delicate petal,

And who is the thorn.

You were the one everyone wanted.

The delicate petal in a world of thorns surrounding.

But you stood proud and healed the thorns

So that one day they too would be a petal.

You deserve more.

Your petals never wilt, never fade from their vibrant colour.

This thorn harms you and slowly tears you, Petal.

But what’s a rose without his thorn?

It was once said that a rose is the symbol of love.

If that is true then my apologies,

Because you deserve much more than a thorn.

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Dollhouse

You kissed me one last time

And I became cold like porcelain

Placed upon your shelf of achievements.

My skin hardened at the touch of your soft skin

Soothing me. Your heavy breath heating me up

As I close my eyes and became human once more.

But when I opened my glazed eyes you

Weren’t there. Your breath was on another doll

And you played with her for longer than a day.

I wanted to fall from the shelf and smash

Beyond repair. How was it so soon to find

Another doll? For the new doll to be issued that I was vintage?

But I will let you be a child. Childhood becomes

Precious the further you’re from it.

I will stand poised on my shelf ready for playtime.

Even if I don’t fall.

I’ll end up broken beyond repair.

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Theory

Our warm bodies collide

High in concentration the particles whizz by.

I know this is not the end.

Hair tangled, breath disappearing.

Atoms merging together.

I call for your name

My lungs burning and wishing

This wasn’t the end.

I reach for your hand

To pull me back into your embrace

My face wet with fear.

Our particles will never collide.

The concentration neutralises.

This is the end.

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An Extract from a play I may never write

And I recall, it was in my darkest moment, during the darkest of hours, where I felt heaven within in a finger-touch’s distance. As my hand leaned out into the unknown I felt a layer of elegance wash over me, something attracting me towards this blue, omniscient light. So bright, but not blinding, so miraculous but not religious. I heard this voice, it’s softness bringing tears to my eyes for I had never listened to such beauty before. Singing, serenading, soothing my villainous thoughts.

I knew then that my life does not end here, for this angelic cry warned me of such disaster if my existence would be cut short of a few decades. In this wondrous dream they spoke to me, calmed me of my misery and I listened like I had never done so before. No distraction penetrated my thought, no sound took away my fixation on this aweing tone. I was flying, higher than ever before without even lifting a foot from the stone cold floorboard. Without moving any muscle my head was closing in on the proximity between the soul claiming to be me and this astounding creature, beyond life, beyond religion. Do you hear me? These words are not created from such fairytales but from my eyes, my mind, my ears. These words were from the greater being. Yet such a greater being that I have no name for it, all I know is that it saved me from a premature life that was never meant to occur.

Dear cousin, I was saved last night by something I wish to meet again and thank. I need to praise with a joyous morn of light, glory, thankfulness for what they have achieved. I must honour them like they had honoured me.

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New Age

I stood proudly on my branch Ready to soar through the sky effortlessly.

I inhaled the clean, crisp air Surveying all that was around me. The vast greens engulfing my sight.

I may not be fully grown to fly My nest and go beyond the horizon. But still I flap my wings ready.

I’m not a fledgling like the Past persisted. I am a new bird and I will glide

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8th

It’s been a month today and nothing’s changed, I still see you down the halls. Laughing with superiors and the odd twinkle to me.

I freeze like a cube, my body paralysed still by your Charm, your wit, your sting. And I still long for it all. Every little thing

That you discard like rubbish onto the desolate Pavement. It seems I’ve been evicted from a House I paid for and more.

I thought I kept it today with the mess close to exploding behind my bedroom doors. Please, we made it work last time what’s changed? Yet I knew it all along.

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Moonlight Song I

A summers morn couldn’t compare to the Moonlight Song. No beauty of green or glisten of blue, With the exception of those endless maroon voids. Or the sweet tune that was of her ownership.

It happened to be the day time traditionally Where the arteries of the Sun would pump its loudest. And yet somehow with your short, sweet smile The night would breathe fresh air and begin to sing a song.

And when it came to the dusking hour, Those gentle lips softened by the second, Until the moon hypnotised you sound. The moonlight song. My Moonlight song.

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Explicit

For all the times you loved me Unconditionally, I call bluff. Cheat! Though you never cheated but your loss of love certainly, Knocked me out cold.

You manipulated forever into my head promising honesty. Obviously I never should have believed you and stuck to my roots. Underneath my thorns was a heart. A heart you destroyed.

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Young Thoughts

We kissed on a cool Summer’s breeze. How soft your lips were against mine that breathed fire. Two positives attached to one another. Was it not said that this was scientifically incorrect?

It was just a blissful second, yet I craved for more. I shouldn’t crave for more it’s not right to dip into both Ponds whenever I want or choose. Yet my heart screams for it.

Whenever the moon hangs, I lie there waiting, Wondering. When will that happen again? My heart cries for it.

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I hallucinate the stars when the sun roars in the noon. Because sometimes that is all we can believe.

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S T A T I O N S

For a few days now I can’t help but notice a little girl. She must be young and yet is left alone, At the train station all by herself.

When I exit the platform onto the train I see her pale skin haunt me, Her eyes pleading with mine as if to warn me. But I can’t help but wonder what the warning is.

As a girl I was always fascinated by train stations. How you would be whisked away to a new Land but now they just seem rather plain And nothing to tease the imagination.

Nothing seems to tease my imagination, but cripple it. Maybe the warming is so, The further I am lost the more vivid the air becomes.

And she waits at that train station Waiting for this train to come even though it won’t. I have cancelled its arrival. And She won’t ever see that light again.

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The painful thing is if you ever asked to be mine again, I would say yes within a heartbeat. You may have been horrible and worse than Lucifer himself, but I can't help my heart for beating your name in those lonesome nights. No matter the people I am with to fill the void I will run back to you. And that my dear villain is the pain of true love.

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May Days

So I’m currently taking my GCSEs right now (shoutout to all the other stressed Brits taking them too) and somehow I’m not stressed. Like, HOW. AM. I. NOT. STRESSED.

I wake up everyday with a new exam to complete and not worried about it and it’s crazy. I was more worried about my mock examinations than the real deal, is this even normal? 

I thought the main purpose of exams was to suck any happiness from a students soul and watch the fire eat them alive whilst the examiner sits back wth a tea a cup of tea smugly laughing to himself. That’s what is supposed to happen right? 

I also notice that people have really objected to exams but the thing is; by the time you prevent exams you’ll have completed them so why complain? In some insane sense I quite like exams because it has proven to me that I have actually learnt something and that school isn’t a waste of time. Why rebel when it won’t change? 

Okay not for everything but things like school. School and examinations won’t change whether the syllabus or grading is different. The May/June period will come around and the stress will kick just like the last year and the one before that. 

Why not prove people wrong with examinations and show them up for not believing in us? Not only then do we end up with good grades but we get a higher advantage to change the world. And who doesn’t want to change the world more than youths such as ourselves? 

So I’ll continue to procrastinate, catching up on How I Met Your Mother (even if the show ended like three years ago) and sit for hours on end at my desk scrolling through Tumblr. I sort of hope the stress hits me soon for the exams because if not, well the dooms day A.K.A results day will show my parents and myself the consequence and bye-bye Reading Festival. 

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Yes, I've smoked. When it touches my lips it's like a kiss of new life

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T R E N C H E S

I am walking on a war path, On no mans land. My bare feet are defeated by the sorrow of Earth And yet I appear to be stably walking.

Gunfire will not wound this warrior. Gunfire has soared through the sky and means nothing to me now, When before gunfire was the worst predicament I could ever face.

Those were simpler times, Falling was much easier And the recovery, it had support. Now there is no support, I have abolished that.

Instead I must now walk alone. The cries calling me that I ignore prove There is still some hope. But I am walking on a war path.

I do not intend to return.

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Your lips were soft like petals. If only I knew about the thorns. But I don't mind, just kiss me once more, I can handle the pain.

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Sometimes it’s better to not know.

Poetry At Most (via poetryatmost)

Even if my brain craves to know the knowledge of eternity my heart yearns for the unknown to remain a secret until my own adventure leads me there. 

Damn that sounded corny, but that is what I love about poetry- how you can just make up random stuff on the spot like I just did at the beginning - it doesn’t make sense yet to the right person it unlocks this whole new world to them.