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#18.6.16#poetry#it's been raining for three days now#trying something new#i'm not sure if i like it or not
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hukutan itseni sadepisaraan    sillä se on kosketuksesi arvo värjään maailman musteella    sillä se on muistosi jälki sokaisen itseni auringolla    sillä vain se kilpailee hymysi kanssa nukun yöni kalliolla    jotta unohtaisin illat kanssasi pesen käteni hapolla    jotta en enää muistaisi ihosi pehmeyttä poltan tervaa ja tuhkaa    jotta unohtaisin hajuvetesi tuoksun
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when air doesn't fill your lungs when you want to walk but the pain in your legs can't carry the weight of your sins when all you hear is the sound of time gone by when you lie still, deaf and mute, the night sings it's lullaby
it doesn't fill your lungs it doesn't end your silence it doesn't carry your voice
but for a moment you feel the peace you once lost and maybe that little moment is enough and the night will grand you blindness and true silence and breathlessly and with broken legs you will walk another day
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mild life/half life
not that sick not that well not that good not that bad not that black not that white not that between and not that on the line does that mean it's not that alive?
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a couple of words should you say them? comments on the page to be heard or to be seen?
someone great once said 'to be or not to be' what's your answer?
question answer reaction result
is it needed? tit for tat and eye for an eye
why bother jumping into the pit when you're one with the shadows everlasting everbeing so soft and unknown
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Why are you trying to impress? Your firends? Family? The world? Yourself?
The muse has a shotgun Deadly lady Bloodflowers all over the walls It'd be so messy "Die or do your deeds"
Who are you trying to fool? Poetry doesn't even make money It's all shit anyway Try sex
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my life starts at the sunset the sunrise is the last thing i remeber all the bright colours hurt my eyes so orange, yellow, red, blue, violet, green my hair is a mess
i have no name, no past, no future, no present why can't i care? maybe i should eat maybe i should eat less and sleep the rainbows are just old memories black and white and grey
am i allowed to just smoke my life away? they wouldn't be happy no
maybe if i just ate enough bright things warm oranges and soft apples maybe it could make me happy from the inside? just so that i could summon the willpower to be here, to try again?
oh, i see it's another sunrise again
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just a drop of blue and black fuzzy afternoon turning into a dark evening colours twisting and turning
so much to do but oh so comfortable here in peace with the chaos all around us to be one is to be all
don't mind the tomorrow time will find it's way just for a little while i'm fully content
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romance is dead and hell goes empty
when you try to find some meaning from the cracks of the ceiling on your birthday morning
it makes you wonder "what will become of me?"
if self hate is your best trait you won't last long unless you're a song writer or a good poet as you can see i'm neither
so here it is time goes by this moment won't be stopped
and i'm still standing there looking at the cracks i didn't even know existed but maybe just today it doens't matter that much
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A letter to you, my friend
Did you know, It's now been the year one since We first talked Here we have been together around the sun quite a trip, what a run
My Friend, I am thankful (hence the poem) feels a bit silly I'm not that sappy but to me You have just been so helpful
but I gotta admit it's been quite fun so let's make sure to see it trough another one
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the fear of blank paper va can so pa pu ro so pho bi a fill the emptiness with trash and mistakes avoid the reality escape the truth hide yourself
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never have i ever.. .. kissed rain.. .. slept in happiness.. .. caught a laugh.. .. loved you.
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flowers of vanilla so much love for a silly little flower equal to wealth such a cheap thing
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the bright light of the classroom the pain in my head I can’t feel my mind B r e a t h e S l o w l y
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