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Dusk falls and birds go silent,
The wind echoes with her silent screams.
Insanity bubbles deep within,
Black smoke oozes out of her seams.
Desperate eyes fall upon the clock,
11:11 glows an evil, taunting red.
A time for hopes and wishes,
This broken child just wishes to be dead.
The wind echoes with her silent screams.
Insanity bubbles deep within,
Black smoke oozes out of her seams.
Desperate eyes fall upon the clock,
11:11 glows an evil, taunting red.
A time for hopes and wishes,
This broken child just wishes to be dead.
Literature
Apathetic Angel, What You Deserved
Child of dreams, wonderful soul, oh, how I let you down.
Angel of all the things I'd forgotten, oh, how I let you down.
You were the one who taught me to love; the one who taught me to dream. You were the one who made good things seem like reality.
Son of the Truth, son of the Lord, oh, how I swallowed the words.
Dear of my heart, the one who resides there, oh, how I swallowed the words.
You deserve more than me, darling I know that; trust me, I finally see. You deserve breathtaking beauty and honor, not what I stole for me.
Teacher of patience, teacher of wisdom, oh, how I tossed you aside.
Gentle, your words were always the right ones,
Literature
Tragedy
I’m the girl in the books that is a mystery. A tragic heroin that gives the main character a new perspective.
Quiet girl, riot girl. A rebel, a tragedy.
I’m the wild ride, the adventure, the challenge. I’m the girl he wants to know all about until he goes too far and I’m no longer real.
I’m the manic depressive pixie dream girl with a tragic end.
I’m not his type but he goes after me anyway because my wild eyes, wild hair, wild life, wild thoughts.
Oh look, I’ve got an attitude. Screaming at the world, fuck the system, tongue as sharp as a knife attitude. Middle fingers, swearing at everyone, bit
Literature
Letting the Past Die
Letting the Past Die
11/4/18
The past—everyone says to let it go
Despite being its present descendants
And resulting culminations—echoes
Pictures paused, prompting pensive reminiscence
And subsequent self-reflection. It stores
Memories fleeting adrift in oceans
Flooded from the stress of living life coursed
In cutthroat waters, chasing promotions
Or raises—hooked as soon as we taste it
Just once. While revisiting my past, I
Recovered fragments, memories lost in
The growing countless chapters cast aside
Ignored: old friends, faces I'd forgotten
Unclaimed treasures of moments I’d have cherished
Forever had I known what
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