prisonofwords
prisonofwords
Unspoken words
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I'm a poet for now until I go back to saving the world
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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"She never comes up in conversations, there's too many open wounds to heal. So instead, we sit. Drowning in silence whilst these thoughts suffocate in a chokehold"
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Sometimes, I don't value my words as much as I should do. I'd risk my heart over looking in the mirror because sometimes, that's the most painful thing you can do. Maybe the hatred I've gathered for my distance learning dad is that I'm a lot more like him than I'd like to believe. There are days, where my tears become sick of 3ams and dreaming into ablution as its solution. Leave my confidence at the front door and walk all over my pride just to be accepted by a bunch of sheep still trying to find their sense of direction.
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Don’t think about it
Like God’s mercy raining down
Love will surely come
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Every month I am reminded of your stark beauty. Your radiance pervades the night sky; a mesmerising brilliance fills the cool evening air. The mist is lit with smoking shadows dancing in your light. Such a stunning, spectacular sight. My eyes glaze over and glow, raining from the blinding brightness. Such is pain and such is pleasure; experiencing hysteric melancholy and bereft sadness in one swift moment. The months do not wane, nor the beauty fade as the middle of each month passes. Pure ultra white light. Forever.
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Real students’ responses to what #IWishMyTeacherKnew will break your heart 
Kyle Schwartz asked third-graders in her Denver classroom to write her notes about things they wish she understood about their lives. Schwartz told ABC News she knew her students came from underprivileged homes but wanted to truly understand how that affected their lives and education. The movement has now spread across the country.
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Some images and a leaflet that were designed for a vigil at my university to commemorate these three amazing individuals. Feel free to use them.
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prisonofwords · 10 years ago
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Dear future spouse
My mother always told me, Take care of your heart Guard it from everything life throws at you do not restrict it from love but don’t be careless neither It’s not easy wiping splattered heartbreak from these four walls So I apologise before hand. Trust has lost it’s meaning way before nintendo 64 so this will be a difficult ride
What I’m really trying to say is I’ll let you read all the chapters to my diary, scrap that Be my diary, But be warned, I am a timebomb so again I’m sorry but maybe just maybe we could just start off as friends
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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why are cats always so relaxed when the government is a mess
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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One of my aims for 2015 was to write a poem per day. Clearly I'm 4 poems behind. (No bid'ah intended) looks like I have some catching up to do
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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Another Paradise by Samelkins.com
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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I was asked an interesting question yesterday. “Why don’t you like to share your poetry with the people close to you?”
I feel as poetry can only truly blossom when it contains emotion. It’s a form of holding your own treasure chest of memories, a journey of reflection, sort to speak. You are able to explore feelings you never knew you had and pour every essence of your soul out on paper. Giving the key to your soul with your weaknesses out there on the table is extremely dangerous. lt's like giving someone a gun and asking them to shoot you
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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Eclipse
And sometimes, Sometimes I wake up scared as my life flashed me by and I was stuck. No, I don’t mean stuck I love. Stuck with no way out. Just alone depending on tomorrow. Please tomorrow, allow me to fly out of the dark hole.
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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Just like that, Those memories and pain will fade. Like a abandoned painting with traces smeared in your bloodstream.
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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One of the most amazing poems I have read so far!
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the walls. because so many people try to knock them down rather than giving the other person a choice.
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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Can we be friends
I don’t know how that sounds like from where you are, but in my country, this is what kidnappers say to their to be victims. My mother warned me about that pick up line everyday through kindergarten.
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prisonofwords · 11 years ago
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You might not be near but someday I will reach you.
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