The Child You Never Wanted
you tell me to brush my own hair
I don’t know how
you roll your eyes and tell me to figure it out
I’m brushing as hard as I can
Tearing pieces of my hair out with knots, clumped up and bloody
I’m crying and go to tell you there’s blood
mommy I’m not sure if what I’m doing is right
But you scream at me for bothering you
Can’t you do anything by yourself?
Why did I even have you?
I run and hug her, tell her I’m sorry I cried
I love you mommy, I won’t ask again
I squeeze harder, if the hug is big enough
it shows how much you love them
She doesn’t hug me back.
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she baked me cookies
once a girl has cooked for you
just for you
she has given you her heart.
at the very least
say thank you.
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The monster never leaves
I’m tired of writing, but I can’t stop
The same words, spinning inside my head,
I know I’ve said it all, but not enough
The page is always empty
And there’s always pain waiting to be spilled.
I take another sip of alcohol,
We both know this isn’t me,
This is the people that I heard about –
The ones I never liked,
Which in a way makes sense
Because I never like what I see,
The face in the mirror, still full of lies,
Full of stories that I will never live!
Another day, another line
Of whatever comes first,
I don’t know what happened
To the one who used to dream,
So eager to dance alone,
Play piano and guitar,
Take photographs of every scene;
The one who wished to make up stories for a living
Is long gone now. And I am tired,
I am so tired and so devoid of life,
Because the monster never leaves!
~ A. A. Roman
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a brute lover’s muses — by ada.
[ thank you @judas-redeemed for helping me edit this piece! text id in alt. ]
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--Film : Lost In Translation (2003)
--By : Sophia Coppola
" The unexpected connections we make might not last, yet stay with us forever "
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I Am Done.
Being a victim of my circumstances
I hold the power
I am capable of doing so
And I'm thankfully in the position
To be able to
Do something about it
That isn't temporary
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Like whispered sonnets in your hair dancing through a memory, the lunacy of life awoke unaware that the melodies that traced your lips were wanting to be shared across the loving arms of loss and despair.
Taken by the force of sudden gusts from a Heaven torn by brute strength, fed by heroes who fell by the sword of a madman, once in love, now forgotten in a storm of a broken heart and misbegotten thoughts.
Alone.
The marionette dances melancholic memories while the witching hour approaches by the sea
calling from mountains
echoing the falling rain that runs like rivers, flowing through the cracks on empty streets.
Do you hear them calling out like dreams?
As you sleep, so you weep, reap the benefits of nothing for a glass of wine has spilled
and with it
The last semblance of me.
-H. Murcia 10:53 PM 03/31/2023
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"Lord, I pray, keep my love unrequited, where poetry finds its most heartfelt verses."
-Anshuman3kdka
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I simply want to love
Everyone, everything, every part of every being
I simply want to love
~RoseyBeauty
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i'm never a priority
i'm never someone's reason for waking up
the giver, never the taker
never the taker, always the asker
i ask for time
i ask for patience
i ask for comfort
i'm never a priority
never the taker
never the reason
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it's the little things
I am from east europe and my
name can't be pronounced
in the midwest so I dumb
it down
for them
but she said it right
and that was enough for me
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Négatif couleur
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Ce n'est pas un poème,
ce n'est pas une chanson,
c'est un Je t'aime
pur, sans concessions,
toi mon oxygène,
toi mon oraison,
ce n'est pas un poème,
ce n'est pas une chanson,
c'est un Je t'aime
clamé à destination
de toi mon mécène,
garde-fou de ma raison.
Ce n'est pas un poème,
ce n'est pas une chanson,
sur moi l'anathème,
à moi coupe, poison.
Ce n'est qu'un Je t'aime
de plus pour ta collection,
de moi, aride Robinson
à toi, mon admirable Reine,
la mousson et la moisson,
le vison et le calisson,
toi, ma seule ligne
de flottaison.
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.
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~☆" i don't know where I'm going, but I hope I'm on my way "☆~
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Sunday Night Thoughts.
Sadness seeps in
Like a fresh spring rain into the ground
Feeling as if I've lost
All of the blooms
Instead of planting them
This time around
Surprised this feeling is here
After only recently smelling the roses
Because as life has proven
Time and time again
You can't have it all
No matter how hard you try
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