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The scream tore its way from my lips,
Threw my head back,
And heaved my chest to the sky.
It cracked my breastbone,
Shattered my ribs,
And shoved my lungs aside,
All in search of my heart,
Which it clawed at desperately
Before ripping from my chest,
And whispering away to the wind.
Threw my head back,
And heaved my chest to the sky.
It cracked my breastbone,
Shattered my ribs,
And shoved my lungs aside,
All in search of my heart,
Which it clawed at desperately
Before ripping from my chest,
And whispering away to the wind.
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Bitter Tears
Bitter Tears
It's like watching life from a window,
Thinking that you can turn away,
When you don't want to watch anymore,
And bitter tears run down your face
Everything goes by...so slowly,
Every detail imprinted on your mind,
All the things you see before you,
And everything that you've left behind
The clock moves forward...it unwinds
What do you do...
When bitter tears are all thats left to you?
Do you look foward or step back,
Missing everything you lack,
Or do you cry bitter tears,
Always?
They say that life is like an open book,
That most people just can't read
I look through the pages,
And I don't like what I see
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dare you reject me?
my name is help.
everyone wants me at the wrong time,
my name constantly being torn from parched throats and shrieked with hoarse voices.
unless you're happy.
then you don't want or
need me.
many can't accept me, even when i masquerade myself as 'assistance' or 'aid'.
pride is no friend of mine and
i make a lover out of every furious emotion a human can comprehend;
anguish on mondays, fright on tuesdays,
resentment on wednesdays,
fear on thursdays,
hopelessness on fridays, anger on saturdays,
reluctance on sundays.
i flirt with disaster and shun predictability like a bad habit.
there's a rumor going around that i taste bitte
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aqueous.
she had never come within ninety-three million miles of anything like love, but she said if she ever did, she would name it "september" and keep it in a dirty glass bowl like a mindless goldfish. she'd watch it swim back and forth, waiting for its belly to meet the surface so she could cry for something worthwhile.
she considered the consequences of scribbling down every thought that crossed her mind, pushing it into a bottle, and sending it across the sea. she wondered how long it would take to crack and sink to the ocean floor, and if whatever dwelled below would understand her better than those here above.
she dreamed that life was an al
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More dooodles... This was written and fiddled with while I ran errands with my mom. There isn't necessarily any particular meaning behind it, but if you want to look into it feel free.
Feedback, constructive crit, and all that jazz is welcome...
SkyBlue
Edit: I'm entering this into the =WorldWar-Tori's General Lit. Contest. Here's the news article:[link]
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Is this clear enough? I'm worried that it's too confusing. Also, how is the emotion? Is there anything I can do to improve?
P.S. parallel
Feedback, constructive crit, and all that jazz is welcome...
SkyBlue
Edit: I'm entering this into the =WorldWar-Tori's General Lit. Contest. Here's the news article:[link]
For
Is this clear enough? I'm worried that it's too confusing. Also, how is the emotion? Is there anything I can do to improve?P.S. parallel
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love this.