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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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There is a noose that has me tied
to that place inside my mind.
It reminds me of the time
that was just the other night,
I said I would fight
I said I would sleep.
But my thoughts carried too deep,
god,
I couldn’t breathe
And by the morning there were stained sheets.
Oh, why couldn’t I just sleep?
I wake up 
I’m all alone
I lose control
And then repeat.
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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I filled myself with cherry seeds 
My lungs 
The air I breathe 
It fills me It floods me
With the poison 
 The trees they grow 
They blossom from my heart 
They spill out my mouth 
The poison is out,
 Yet I know I’m still dying 
This is but a fraction 
Of the poison I create 
I spill into words 
I stand to my feet 
Yet the cherry seeds I ate pull me back down to this hate
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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The truth is I’m not scared Just scared of what would happen, If I failed
If I failed I would have that label ‘I’m razor sick’
If I failed I would fail at the very thing that was deemed necessary on behalf of my failure
And I’m no stranger to failure Just a failure to strangers Or at least in my own mind
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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below is a bunch of shit I didn’t wanna delete 
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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today I smelled alcohol
from ironic lips
this happens sometimes
when we reach the bottom
sorry is for the morning
right now we just cope
so have a good nightmare
and deal with this fate
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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I can’t tell if the prickles in my skin Are from the wind numbing my cheeks Or from the colder thoughts That freeze my actions
There are no distractions I’m here I made it Yet I take the time to write Sitting on the edge of contemplation
The fall is something special It breaks my thoughts for a split second But I crash into the deep blue The disappointing end I begin sinking once again
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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It’s not that he’s fragile It’s not that he’s frail
It’s just the cracks are too deep His face will split
Intoxicating thoughts Arn’t all the same
They may be stronger They may live longer
But it’s not that he’s fragile They just won’t extinguish
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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Don’t tell them When we danced and kissed, And picked the flowers that grew from our thoughts. Don’t tell them When we displayed our arrangement, On the tips of our lungs. Don’t tell them When the petals fell, The thorns that were once hidden now obvious to all who deemed intrigued. Don’t tell them The pain was always beneath the surface, Never reaching the eyes of the beloved. We just don’t tell them As beautiful as our red rose that blooms from our words may appear, It was never pure.
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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There is a noose that has me tied
To the place inside my mind
It reminds me of the time
That was just the other night,
I said that I would fight
I said that I would sleep.
But my thoughts carried too deep.
God I couldn’t breathe
And by the morning there were stained sheets.
Oh, why couldn’t I just sleep?
I wake up
I’m all alone
I lose control
And then repeat.
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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I filled myself with cherry seeds
My lungs
The air I breathe
It fills me
It floods me
With poison
The trees they grow
The blossom from my heart
They spill out my mouth
The poison is out
Yet I know I’m still dying
This is but a fraction
Of the poison I create
I spill into words
I stand to my feet
Yet the cherry seeds I ate
pull me back down to this hate
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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I find myself above the town Leaning down on flashing lights
My headache echos jump over And I think that I just might
Yet as I’m falling through the sky I open up my eyes
Omnipresent in my sheets On a detested summers night
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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That single drop fell years ago
My mind it shrieked it clawed and scratched
It left the scars that altered me they limit me
I once believed,
had hopes and dreams
Oh god,
why can’t I breathe
I can’t believe,
It’s me.
My thoughts they scream
Sap the crimson from my skin
That single drop fell years ago
and I fell with it
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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These are the lives we plunder We steal their hope their smiles and tears We leave behind self-loathing It’s the feeling that makes them slit their wrists Destroy their wish What do those kids do? Those kids are me Could you be too? Those joys that they rob from us I rob from them too
The sounds of oppression convey their minds The sinister words we breathe How could you feel bad for me?
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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To stay alive You have to murder
The headaches that won’t melt Forever dilute beauty
I am impure, In every beautiful way
I am beautiful, am I not?
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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You will find me in a rosemary bush Cheeks shallow and printed There will be not even a birds call On a warm summers morning
The sky will be blue and gold As the shimmering fields sparkle You will feel upset or surprised or nothing at all Preserved in time and place
You were just on a walk I was not forgotten Yet there I lay peacefully On a warm summers morning
My clothes will be clean My hair will be soft In a better place Far from where I lay
And yet you cry out and fall to your knees The red leaves dripping with life I was always beautiful alone, yet you found me You found me in a rosemary bush On a warm summers morning.
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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*sighs* ryden why
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bouquetofideas · 7 years ago
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Silhouette of perfection
Don't tell them When we danced and kissed, And picked the flowers that grew from our thoughts. Don't tell them When we displayed our arrangement, On the tips of our lungs. Don't tell them When the petals fell, The thorns that were once hidden now obvious to all who deemed intrigued. Don't tell them The pain was always beneath the surface, Never reaching the eyes of the beloved. We just don't tell them As beautiful as our red rose that blooms from our words may appear, It was never pure.
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