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still not satisfied with this piece but i thought i might as well get people’s opinion on it so i know what I can do better

feel free to make constructive criticism! thanks.

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An attempt.

“She slowly floated down with her parachute, when a bright orange phoenix appeared to say hello.”

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• a lilac-breasted roller •

Of all the things I want to be

A bird is definitely in the top three

Birds can fly

Birds can sing

Birds are pretty

Birds have wings

But most of all, the reason why

Being as free as they can be

Birds are high up in the sky

Adding color to my life

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i’ve been told of the stories of people who live with trees of the flashing of lights of orange and green of the static noise they’ve heard from within their fear of the unknown has left them without knowing that the mystery within the trees was just an old abandoned TV

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Creatures on the moon shop online too! Good thing our favorite astronaut is up for this long distance delivery service. “See you later, Earth. I’m going to the Moon!”

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Creatures on the moon shop online too! Good thing our favorite astronaut is up for this long distance delivery service. “See you later, Earth. I’m going to the Moon!”

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i’ve been told of the stories of people who live with trees of the flashing of lights of orange and green of the static noise they’ve heard from within their fear of the unknown has left them without knowing that the mystery within the trees was just an old abandoned TV

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Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a ‘hot mess’ or having ‘too many issues’ are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world.

Anthon St. Maarten  (via wnq-writers)

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falling quite hard

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If I said hi, would you say it back? If I waved my hand, would you wave back? If I smiled at you, would you smile back? If I hugged you, would you hug back? If I kissed you, would you kiss back? If I stare into your eyes, would you stare back? If I say I love you, would you say you love me too?

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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Joseph Joestar

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So after we’re finished with the kissing, scream your story into my ears– make those words the only truth I’ll ever need to hear. Tell me about the lovers that forgot you, tell me about the ones that you still can’t get over. Tell me about the promises they’ve broken, now tell me the ones you couldn’t keep. Tell me about your broken, don’t worry, I’ll tell you mine right after. Tell me about the night you fell in love, tell me about how quickly it forgot you by morning. Tell me about the time you cried and how he didn’t want to hold you, and I’ll tell you right back about the time that she cried and I didn’t even have the heart to hold her bones together from scattering beneath my feet. Tell me where you first tasted love, I’ll tell you about my first kiss with death and how she let me go, just this once. Tell me about your someone and I’ll promise to never ask again. Tell me the words you couldn’t say, but always wanted to. Tell me the things you said, but regretted the second they left your lips. Tell me, who put gold on your lips and injected stardust into your veins? Don’t worry, I’ll tell you the exact same thing. Some lips were meant to change our whole biology. Tell me, when your heart broke for the very first time… did it hurt? Or did you feel nothing at all? Sometimes when I think about it… it was always both. It’ll always hurt a little longer than all of the thinking you’ve been doing. It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss, right? Some lips laced with beautiful lies, you can kiss my lonely nights into together mornings– I wouldn’t mind as long as you’re beside me. Is this another mistake or another regret? Are we really over things that haunt us from the past? Tell me about the stress and how coffee and sleep is like breathing and lungs– you need it to work, but it’s always one or the other. You can’t have both. Tell me when you’ll need someone and I’ll tell you when I’ll need you. Tell me the secrets you’ve carved into your bones, I’ll tell you the only truth I’ve ever known– love is like a double edged sword, you can’t handle it alone, there will always be two hearts that bleed in the end, even if they don’t feel it now– karma will make them feel it later. Tell me about the kisses you promised to never tell, and I’ll tell you about the stones I couldn’t skip. Tell me who kissed you last, I’ll tell you that you’re the only one I’d like to kiss right now. Right words at the right time, but this is probably another wrong person waiting for their heart to heal– we’re a pair of doves made of black, your heart pumps into my pen, give me your poetry without the poem– I’ll give you the poet without his tears, you can be my empty and I’ll be your glass. Let’s pour our memories into a message that’ll be lost at sea– let’s be the only secret worth keeping safe. Tell me, do you still believe in love? Do you still believe in love at first sight? Do you still dream when paying attention is required? Is your head in the clouds, just like mine? Do you sleep to get away from everything that’s been bothering you for way too long? Do you love like the blind who gets to see sunlight for the first time. Do you love like the deaf whose first words will be “I love you, I always have.” Do you love like the mute whose first words will be “I love you too.” Do you like flowers that’ll dance forever under sunlight? Tell my hands about your favorite memory, I’ll hold them forever. This is another promise that’ll be broken some day, but for right now, these words will stay– in this moment for eternity, it’ll be just you and I. We’re a sad story built on false happiness, we’re trying to be better than last week and this coffee is still not strong enough, I guess the words spoken today will be our caffeine high– tell me about you. Everything. Anything. I don’t care what it is or how it is. I just want this. I want you to continue our conversations even after the silence because that’s something I’ll be doing as well. Tell me. Do you still love like the Disney movies? I know it’s naive, but love– it has to have some purity left in it. Even if our digital age admires Facebook statuses, even if this is just another pastime, even if you’ll forget me by next week– tell me about everything that makes your soul so damn colorful. Tell me about why you’ve been hurting for so long. And I’ll promise to listen… And after all of the listening we’ll both say this in unison… under our breaths– now tell me when you’re going to leave because I can’t promise that I’ll be staying.

Darling, tell me more (via poetryleftbyher)

Tell me you love me, I can't promise a reply.

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"I miss you" Something I always say to someone who's always there. I miss you. How do you miss someone that you rarely even not see? I miss you? Oh now I see. It's not your physical presence I seek but the way we used to be. I miss that. The way you brushed hair away from my face. Wow. I really do miss that. When you talk about something you absolutely love, I miss that spark in your eyes and that smile on your face. I miss you. I miss us. I miss all of the above and more. Or at least I did. I thought I did. I missed you... I missed us... I missed all of the above and more... But really what I miss the most is how I used to miss you.

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We

It wasn’t always like this We weren’t always like this And by we, I mean I and me Someone who used to be Someone like I and me A fool in love Just kidding, what is love? A series of chemical reactions in the brain? Or is it just a feeling that demands to be felt like pain? Love, a word that has so many different meanings. Love, a word I excluded from my vocabulary Because love is something I cannot explain. Now, back to we, I and me We have never felt love romantically Sometimes, we wonder if it’s just a mystery Love, a word used so desperately Love, a feeling, a regret, a fantasy We, hopeless romantics, are we Have never felt love so easily Have never felt love actually Or have we? Are we? Is this love I feel? Is it love who heals? A broken soul like mine Do I even deserve such a thing as love? Yes or no questions that remain unanswered But I know someday, yes one day, that day We, I and me, cant help but fall in love with he

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“God has no religion.” - Mahatma Gandhi