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Pansexual frog

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Two cigarettes lit in the violet of the night

And with them so did a boltaverse of stars

It was just we two,so close,so right

The whole world below us

All the streetlights mimicking stars

All the buildings, all the cars

Fading in the background just for us

Absorbed by the orange moon

Purple smoke was rising through golden beams that touched our skin

Hand in hand under the orange moon

And soon

Acapareted by the love within

We were lost in that trance of a moment so divine

I was yours and you were mine

Under the orange moon

The universe was quivering with love

All the stars above

Were shining in your eyes and on your lips

Soon

I'd lose myself in them

Glitters were floating around like drips

Of a gem

Under the trance of the orange moon

You kissed me

Our universes colliding

Into one single star

The brightest love of all

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Depression

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𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘

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Some pictures I took and edited

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The problem

Strange people staring me down

Some whistle,some yell,some frown

Every day it's the same shit

And I'm growing tired of it

Harrassment is rife

People need education

We need to hold this conversation

It's a matter we can't postpone

Leave me and my girls alone

And go get a life

There are victims every day

So there are things that I must say

I won't obey

Your worn out mold

I'll be loud and I'll be bold

If I need to be

Won't cook for you

Won't clean for you

Won't display

My body for your eyes to see

I shouldn't be told to dress with modesty

Just so some sexist trash won't rape me

I am free

To dress how I want to

The problem isn't my clothes,nor my body,it's you

Educate the boys to have some respect

It's a matter we can't neglect

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A poem about anorexia and how it feels living with it:

Mirrors

Your eyes are my mirrors

I'm contorted

Restricting my meals

To suit your ideals

Why do we care so much about those mirrors?

They're all distorted

By each one's own perception

They've never shown a true reflection

I'm fully aware of their deceit

But they're the only thing I can rely on

Cause I don't have an image of self

So how could I ever trust myself

To see me as I am

I know where all my insecurities stem

From

But I don't know who I want to become

I don't know who those mirrors want me to become

And I can never peacefully do something as simple as eat

When their eyes frown upon me

As if I was some mysterious specimen

Of an endangered breed

Their eyes are like knives

That stab very deeply

And I bleed profusely

Even so it's not them but myself that endanger me

I see them and I  look at myself

And think they're all secretly saying I'm fat

While I'm the only one who keeps telling me that

Knowing I could never please

Myself

Knowing I could never ease

The pain of their knives

Sometimes

I'd rather die

Sometimes

I'd rather die

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While I was with him

I tried to bathe him in the softest silk

But he couldn't swim

Through the currents of my heart

So we fell apart

Fell out of love

Walked through each other's life

Left my footprints on his soul

Left his footprints on my soul

And now he's gone

And now I'm gone

Gone

In an endless journey far away

Now I've found another heart to lay

Inside of

I've grown inside the colours of our dawn

When he left

He tore my world apart

When I left

I left him torn and alone

He's still down

While I rose on my own

All the pain slowly morphing into art

I tried to give him everything I could

But sometimes everything isn't enough

And being misunderstood

Is rather tough

Scars aren't always permanent

And mine's healing

While his is still bleeding

The storm was turbulent

But the rainbows that came after were surreal

He needs to find resignment In order to heal you can find more of my poems on Instagram : https://instagram.com/_just_my_poems_?utm_medium=copy_link

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I'm wearing pyjama shorts. In the bright white light of the kitchen I could notice the lines splattered all over my thighs are very visible.My dad probably surely noticed them too but he didn't say a word.

It reminds me of the time I carved a heart into my thigh and then, while it was a scabby shade of maroon, I wore a skirt, lifting it up a few cm with a belt so the heart would show.A confident move,I thought.

That day I went to a friend's apartment and his parents came home before we had time to leave. They noticed my scar and asked him if I was ok after I walked out the door. But they never said a word to me.Ever.

Then I wore my scabby,heartshaped cuts all over town. Everyone saw it but they didn't say a word to me either,although I must have occupied their thoughts for a few seconds.

Ignorance is bliss