thewritingfroggy

[thewritingfroggy]

Second Nature

She was afraid to do what she knew so well, and what she was given might be taken away. She didn’t believe in curses or bad luck, but just in case… She kept a four leaf clover tucked within the necklace on her breast. 

“I don’t know what to do about it.” 

She secretly believed in the way she was shooed away. It was indeed a dreadful thing. As far as she was concerned, she had made a lot of mistakes in her life. And she had screwed up the one thing she had done right.

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Sweet Illusion

At this point I spent the day laying face down. I feel no more doubt about my melancholy nature, in fact I've grown to crave it. It did not originate as an illness, it was formed into illness when I remained unsatisfied.

I become obsessive.

And why do I feel so obsessive?

But how is this illness satisfied? The flutter of eyelids, the tightening of lungs, the quivering of fingers, the irregular respiration as I weep burning tears and my breathing stopped. Frozen.

Discovering whether or not I'm in love.

And I observe the throbbing of my veins of which my secret flows, of which I feel greatly ashamed of. Trying to be healed of this lovesickness, but one could only suffer. Was there a cure? Would I ever be healed?

"No. Of course not." I told myself.

It was the most sweet illusion of the devil and I had fallen prey.

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Introduction

Hi I'm Froggy, I like to make poetry or stories sometimes, and most of my work is derived from black out poems, which I then work on in order to turn them into something that's a little more clear.

I'll post a mixture of black out poetry and word dumps here, so its mostly to clear my thoughts. I hope you all enjoy <3