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Forever Labeled

The word addict floats above my head like my own personal rain cloud A constant reminder of how many times I have failed A reminder that I need to be grateful Because I hit my rock bottom with enough force that every bone in my body shattered into razor sharp shards It’s all popping out of my skin And I never let them heal properly because I didn’t know I needed to heal

I see friends I had when I was half asleep and I feel so disconnected from them As if we never spent time under the bridge that we never scored only to have it gone within hours Always on a bender each one of us has our own reasons And I can only speak of mine Heartbreak and abandonment

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As Do You

As the sunrise fills me with joy and warmth

as do you.

As the rain makes me cold and shaky

as do you.

As the moon brings me darkness and fear

as do you.

As the thunder overpowers me with horror

As do you.

As the flowers bloom it blooms my blissfulness

As do you.

And as I hit the joint it aluminates my happiness while making me feel content

As do you with every word spoken to me.

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I love art

I love drawings, paintings, music, poems, sex, books, nature, people,singing, dancing, screaming, molding

that’s what art truly is

art is everywhere

art is everything, find love in anything🌀

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You sleep as I hold you

Forehead to forehead.

Chest to chest

our breath in rhythm,

rising and falling in aching unison.

Our legs a mess of need and comfort,

like we forgot where one ends and the other begins.

I thread my fingers through your hair,

slowly, like worship,

memorizing the way you feel beneath my touch.

I trace your jaw with soft hands,

aching to taste your sleepy mouth

To merge into you

half-lost to dreams,

and entirely too dangerous.

You are beautiful in the way storms are beautiful

and just as destructive.

I whisper warnings into my own mouth

Don’t fall.

Don’t reach.

Don’t drink from a fountain that doesn’t promise a pour.

Because I’ve poured love into too many broken things,

hoping they’d become whole.

I’ve adored too many hearts that shut their doors to me just as I arrived at their mercy.

The fear claws me from the inside

What if I hand you all of me

and you recoil?

What if I were to call this love

and you just call it… nice?

But this distance I keep

this cold uncontrollable control

it’s killing me softer than rejection ever could.

To resist the pull of you is to exile myself from the only place I’ve ever felt seen.

I want to fall into you

like hunger into a feast,

like flame into gasoline.

I want you to see me and stay.

To stay and see me.

I want the late night laughter,

the delirious, sleepy mumbles of nonsense and secrets,

the sun on skin kind of warmth that you press into me

like light coming through the linen.

Soft. Slow. Sacred.

Only a fool would resist the divinity that is you.

Still, I stay hidden.

Damaged. Frozen. Afraid.

I don’t know how to tell you that there’s a hole where my sense of self used to live.

That someone took her long ago

ripped her out of me when I was too young to know what was mine to protect.

So now I wonder, trembling in your embrace

How can I offer you a woman I cannot find?

How can I be known by you,

when I no longer know myself..?

-J

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my feelings

thoughts

movements

they’re eating me from the inside out

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Sometimes you don't fit in the picture

Much too different than what's around

Not what turns their heads or catches their eye

You feel like the wrong song in their playlist

A mistake maybe

Perhaps they don't realize you don't blend in their surroundings

So lopsided one needs to just walk

Walk until the frame becomes clearer

When you can breathe air that doesn't feel foreign

Until you don't have to wonder.... why

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i got dr.pepper and while filling my big gulp with more ice it slipped and spilled all over my hand. save me. I LOVE DR.PEPPERRRR

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When will we ever find the point of contentment?

It's not enough to ponder if the glass is half full or empty.

We often look to aquire the entire well.

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That look

How can you look at me like that

With love and desire

And now with hatred and bitterness

While I’m stuck gazing at you with despair from a far.

guys this is my first time trying to write anything in like three-four years anyways.

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—Emily Dickinson

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Sylvia Plath, aged 23, in a letter to Richard Sassoon (dated Tuesday, 6 March 1956)

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Hii okay i’m new to literature and poems, i’ve been reading them for a few years but just basic stuff, i wanna get into reading and writing more.

Any recommendations would be amazing:)

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Sylvia Plath, aged 21, in a letter to Gordon Lameyer (dated Wednesday, 11 August 1954)

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Sylvia Plath, aged 23, in a letter to her mother (dated Monday, 14 November 1955)

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“I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings - even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.”

— Unknown

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Sylvia Plath