freethedaisies

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Why do people always leave?

To make space for the people who will stay.

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

— Haruki Murakami

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bad party.

just woke up a bad dream.

a slippery mind has tainted thoughts.

the kiss he left upon my lips haunts me.

he is nothing but a bad taste.

this burning sensation coats my liver.

i forget to think and protect my lust.

a sweet touch of a broken man.

serving myself some grace for breakfast.

mistakes have left a woman’s body scorn.

consent was given by a drunk mind.

tainted minds and fuckery have outlived.

we are older now and soon to forget it all.

in hopes to rearrange a shattered map.

i plan to throw up the memory of your hands.

sexual tension disgusts the energy i consume.

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diary of my clay (part 1)

the clay you are sculpted from is so rare.

it is first molded into an embodiment of your ancestors.

intentionally woven up and around making your shape.

the curves come from the struggle of traveling far and wide.

hard work and determination enhance your curves.

the same curves that brought you opportunity.

the hills amongst your plain come with and from hardship.

your curves are painted a rich brown but they call you black.

the black sheep in the snow hardening your clay.

the clay is thick but still can feel the needles of the sharp ice.

snow wants your intricately woven clay to crack.

but it fails to destroy your ancestors design for it is perfect.

your clay can withstand the ice and thrive in the light.

because within the clay is a resilient foundation.

thicker through struggle the most beautiful shape.

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Pillow.

screaming my pain away.

the pillow absorbs the frustration.

as the hours slip away.

it was two then three.

i think myself sleepless.

thoughts are the strongest drug.

the freedom i once possessed.

the freedom to move but not live.

Simpler times with a weaker mind.

my dreams were happy.

my screams were joyous.

and my pillow loved me.

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to the bone.

loving the skin I wear on these bones.

for bringing me this far.

for teaching me to love the flaws.

and carrying the weight of all judgments.

loving the mind held by these bones

for staying strong.

for teaching me to fight my worst critic.

and finding a happier mindset.

loving the soul resting in these bones.

for not turning resentment into anger.

for fighting off the demons.

and helping me find inner peace.

loving the heart trapped by these bones.

for always beating through the hurt.

for growing with the pain.

and showing me my true worth.

loving the bones.

for keeping me balanced.

for being the foundation.

and for being the best part of me.

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I want to go home

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a good cry.

Have you ever had a good cry?

I cried for 3 hours on the night before my birthday.

He was out with his “friends”. Sure.

So, I called because he promised me dinner.

Of course, I did not give a fuck about the dinner.

I wanted to spend time with him.

I wanted to talk to him about my day.

I wanted to laugh and smile with him.

I wanted to be valued by him.

But he never answered the calls.

He never texted or called me back.

He just left me sitting in my apartment alone.

So, I cried and it was a good cry.

So, good that after 3 hours passed I was fine.

I could not help but see my worth.

I had no more tears left to give.

So, I got up.

I have been down for so long.

It was nice to finally get up...

From a good cry.

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rabbit fruit (poem)

a sweet creature

you are my flesh

good to eat

bad to waste

my only nightmare

my only fear

i was not real

i loved the loveless

so much pain

denial was the grief

the love lost to rabbit

the love consumed by fruit

laughter was the company

alcohol consumed by a zone

the rabbit empowered

the fruit was sweet

i wanted

i needed

i waited

the rabbit left

the fruit died