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jugglingpoems · 2 months ago
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I was Something once
i am a candle holder crested with goats my handles worn and my sheen withered i am dull and i am old, but i was loved once in my prime i lit hallways in the night while children stole cookies from a jar i was used to light a room while a mother mended the ripped hem of a dress I was beautiful once when i was presented on the table when visitors were around I had value, many years ago, when my silver was polished and my grooves clean now i sit in a cabinet no use or love just an object to have, because having things is nice
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jugglingpoems · 3 months ago
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Look Like You
You used to say i looked like you. Did you mean it? Was it true? Was it my eyes? My hair? My Nose? Was it how i held my pose? I wonder if I'll end up like you Will I drop out? Will I use? Will I be angry and unhappy? Will I be mean? Always screaming? I'm scared of it, I'll be honest. I don't want to yell or scream or cry. Waiting, staring, blank looks in my eyes. I don't want to absorbed in things I will never afford. You used to say I looked like you, I think I've grown out of it.
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jugglingpoems · 4 months ago
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Hello and Goodbye
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jugglingpoems · 5 months ago
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There are parts of me that do not get along.
There are parts of me that gnaw, and scratch each others skin. They hit and bite and kick and scream. They curse and snarl with no remorse. They hate the way the other walks, the way it speaks and dress, the way it thinks. They hate the idea of the other. They wish to discard and ignore each other in ways that would make the worst enemy's look like friends. And yet, In the darkness of the back of my mind. Where my thoughts do not reach and my brain does not think. Where my feelings are stale and all that's left is an idea of an emotion I no longer express. They huddle, and comfort the others distress. They whisper reassurance and hopeful ideals. The sobs muffled by a friend they know well. And know that when I think again about any idea. They will hate each other, because there are parts of me that do not get along, unless my mind quiet and my emotions are calm.
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