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Poetry is the barest form my soul can take.

I am entirely composed of poetry with prose scars littering my limbs. 

It is the blood that gushes from my broken body, broken life, and broken head.

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I live in the extremes.

Frozen from starvation, burning alive from overeating.

My emotions are volatile and like a computer with ads screaming “danger!”

When I love you, I will make you everything.

You are in the sunlight, the clothes I wear, the pleasures I take.

But when I hate you, your very existence will destroy me.

The sight of you will override my mind, demolish all joy, invade my peace.

The switch from one to the other and back is overwhelming and constantly changing. 

I am an extreme, and I hope you can handle it

Because I sure can’t.

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i know they are called

bad habits for a reason,

and i am sorry for using them,

but they are all i have left.

even the good ones

have turned rotten now.

stomach acid eating at the lining,

knives locked away in the cupboards,

a pack a day even on a good day

kind of rotten.

my doctor asks me if i am scared

of what will happen to my lungs

when i am older and i wish

i could find it in me to tell her

i've never once thought that

i might actually live long enough

for that to be a problem one day.

instead, i shrug.

"cancer, probably." i say.

if i live long enough.

i don't apologize this time.

i don't tell her that

i will let my body rot into nothing

if it gets me through the day.

-mars

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"I'll lay on the floor with you." What is this? This warmth in my chest as she claps My hand in her own. Intertwining our legs, we simply lay. After everything, we are just two girls In grown bodies. Beaten down by a raging sun and underdeveloped brains. I don't know how I'll make rent tomorrow, Or eat in the next few days, But at least now I'm not alone. So I whisper back, "Thanks."

that's all

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Just wrote a poem and in my head it is just entirely being screamed :)

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Nothing can justify this.

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Our love began in the flames of revolution.

Where stepping outside meant facing guards,

And the constant presence of threats only grew.

Her presence became my tranquility in the chaos.

It was the way her reassuring hand rested upon mine,

Anewing my hope and squeezing my heart,

That drove us into each others arms

And made us proclaim that we would live to see our future dates.

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“Sounds like something out of a horror story. God save us from doing that again. For the United States did that. Our guilt. My country. No, never again.”

- The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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She told me her favorite color is yellow,

And now I see her everywhere.

In the sun: dawn and set.

In the sundress on the store mannequin.

In the wheat fields of the countryside.

In the marigolds growing behind our house.

In the sunlight filtering through the forest trees.

In the flames of our campfire.

In the syrup’s golden hue as I pour it on pancakes.

In the color of our wedding invitations.

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"Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me Not to take me home It was simple, it was sweetness It was good to know You look perfect, you look different I don't wonder about your indifference If I said you could never touch me You'd come over and say I looked lovely"

- We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross

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Please wash my hair for me.

Lay out an outfit you know I love,

And gently paint my nails.

Brush the tangles from my hair.

Braid it back,

Like my mother used to do.

Hold me while I fall asleep.

Whisper sweet lullabies,

And repeat how you love me.

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It’s upsetting how memories work.

I can hear her laugh crystal clear;

Yet, everything else is lost.

The way her lips formed my name.

How her words sped up when she started talking about her favorite things.

The way her voice sounded as she whispered secrets in my ear.

All the while knowing, I’ll never forget her.

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At fourteen, I dedicated my life to a girl.

She spoke with life and loved like fresh bruises.

I found she was the only other person who'd stand up for me,

And in return, I'd be anyone she needed.

A friend, a warrior, a wishful dreamer, a devoted follower.

I could never touch her hand, for I was a better friend than lover.

But never will I forget, the girl whose name rhymed with mine.

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Let’s have a picnic in the strawberry fields.

I’ll braid your honey hair,

While the sun paints freckles across your nose.

I’ll pick off a berry and swirl it in chocolate for you,

Watch it’s skin burst between your teeth,

And kiss the juice that resides on your lips.

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"Miss Claire."

"What is it?"

"I will protect you, no matter how this world changes."

"I told you, you don't need to protect me."

"No matter what happens," I repeated.

- I'm in Love with the Villainess by Inori

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I pray to no god;

Yet I bow to her.

Whisper my desires that tether my mouth shut to others.

Feel tender kisses spread across my cheeks like starry freckles.

Gentle hands grasp my own,

And I know her presence will be the closest I get to holiness.