If oceans are caricatures of neighborhood ponds
Than my heart is one of cold steel

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If oceans are caricatures of neighborhood ponds
Than my heart is one of cold steel
I swear she had angels for baby sitters and used holy water for formula. Her lullabies must have been old blues and soft jazz. Her heart must have been nurtured by the poor and the disprivileged.
There's no question that shes the kindest warmth I've ever felt
Shit happens though
What would you say to your younger self if you had the chance?
Keep away from him, he's drunk and all the loving shit he says isn't real.
Don't buy her a gift, you'll only make a fool of yourself.
Stop being rude.
Don't let your homies change who you are. You are a kind human being, don't let their bullying make you a shitty person.
Stop hanging out with them, they'll only put you down a road that'll affect your coping mechanisms forever.
Stop resenting the world because of a her. No one deserves the way you're gonna treat them.
Don't lash out to your mom, she's always tried to do right for you.
Get over her, you'll only tear yourself apart for the next two years.
Don't become the person everyone says you are. I know you think you're the public enemy, j know you're hurt by what everyone says about you and don't you dare try to pretend otherwise, be the person you are meant to be.
Don't shoot it, Don't grab the hammer, you'll open a door that you never realized existed and it'll only make you darker.
Stop doing what you do, she's innocent and she's not down with your antics.
Don't lead her on, she deserves so much more than what you're giving her and you're already in love.
Don't give her that gift, it'll only make things worse.
Don't fuck them, they are your best friends and it shouldn't happen between you two.
Stop doing drugs so damn much, shits only gonna get worse from here on out.
Don't date her, You're not ready.
Don't be reckless, you're gonna wish you kept the condom on.
Give her love and support. She's dealing with so much more than you are.
Don't attempt it. You'll only regret it and you'll live with that secret forever.
STOP BEING RECKLESS. It's gonna fuck your relationship up.
Just end it already, things are shitty and you're gonna regret stringing her along.
Stop looking for hoes to fuck. That's not what you want.
Please stop cutting yourself, what you've done is not a reflection of who you are.
Stop binge eating. You're gonna become a person you don't want to be.
I wrote this forever ago, and god damn reading it almost made me cry. Guess its time to post it
The pieces are mismatched
I feel blind in my ears
Rivers are running upstream
And my reflection feels more real than me.
Everything is wrong.
I slept on busy days with a laptop of in one and my heart in the other
seeing dreams that only the hopeless could see.
And even with the beauty envisioned in my slumber
All I felt was a kiss that tasted of fresh apples and sweet chapstick that woke me up
I had dry lips.
I was dreaming of you
I've been gone for some time. But as I begin my process of disappearing I will keep you all company and hope you all do the same. Thank you.
The strangest and saddest thing is missing someone you see all the time.
My November is you.
Hide it with a smile.
It's all you've ever known
And of course it hurts my heart, that I will yet again see another slip from my grasp and reinforce my reason of existence as momentary. That I am never meant for long term. I hope you are all happy
I keep the stories of all those I loved deep within my soul, in a book written by the blood of their memories
-L
I had a dream about you
And I had a gift to give you. Something small, As if it were for Valentine's but not In the Valentine's way. You had a new home and I just let myself in, and i saw you, But I was so scared to approach you. Finally you turned around and I stumbled over my words trying to explain myself and you just laughed and teased playfully. It was almost as if nothing changed, as if your phone had simply been turned off for a few months and all we were doing was catching up. It was as if we were still okay, And it made me realize how much I still miss you. I hope you're doing well.
Peer into the broken glass, as my sanity drains through the cracks that grow ever larger, until I am completely empty.
Something I wrote years ago. Guess things don't change
I hope you enjoy what I made for you, and I hope this helps you remember how safe and warm you felt in my arms. We may never talk again maybe that's for the best for me. But then again maybe in the future we could be friends again but I can't predict the future . I know you'll understand why I have to remove myself from all connection with you and I know you'll understand that those flowers were a goodbye. I love you, and I think I always Will. You changed me in ways I never thought possible and that alone is impactful enough for me to never forget. Good luck in life Alisha, I hope you find what you're looking for.
Shed your skin and reveal the potential that lies before you. Your dried shell is no more Your sun, a thing of the past. Bury yourself deep within the depths of a new world and journey to find new light. You will succeed. -inspired by these seeds harvested from the morning glory flowers I grew, enjoy.
There's beauty in chaos
For perfect uniformity implies a lack of humanity
A lack of interest
A lack of personality
As if the world is no more than a blank canvas with nothing to show but it's clean slate and perfect edges
The presence of chaos, Is the presence of life itself.
-And in my chaos, I will flourish.
It stings like a bee, scars like blades,
You'll drown in black waters that cease to fade.
And so you'll adapt, grow, and bear tainted fruit.
That reeks of reality,
That reeks of truth.
It always hurts.