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we've all heard the saying "one moment can change everything."
but you don't understand it - not entirely - until one day,
that moment happens.
- - -
have you ever looked into someones eyes
(someone you've surely never met before)
and swore, on everything that you are,
on everything that you've been and will ever be,
that you know them?
not know in the sense that you've heard of them before,
or that they remind you of some distant celebrity,
or vague fictional character.
but know.
in a greater sense, as though looking into their eyes is really more like
pulling back a velvet curtain and diving straight down into a crystalline ocean.
and not only seeing the light refracting along the movement of the waves,
but also every single organism that lies between you and the bottom of that infinite sea:
discerning each and every cell that puts them together,
until you've counted and recounted the millions - billions - of molecules that breathe them to life.
until you can feel every microscopic surge of energy as though it is pulsing through your very own veins.
then you blink and the ocean spirals away and you're left all dizzy and disoriented and gasping for air.
(like suddenly waking up from an all-too-real dream.)
- - -
these moments aren't something you see, i suppose, so much as something you feel.
that's what it's like to meet another person's soul.
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Your Flaws are Beautiful
Your Flaws are Beautiful
I honestly can't stand you
And your beautiful words,
The way they sing
And flow,
And the way
You just cut into your skin
And let yourself leak out.
You are too perfectly
Imperfect,
Your flaws are beautiful
And oh so real,
And your story is one
That is impossible to tell.
Your story tells itself.
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beautiful
i want to be dysfunctional
because broken is beautiful
[or at least that is what i tell myself-
i am a girl with haunted, sorrowful
eyes and bones so brittle,
just like her heart.]
when will i learn,
not to revel in my sorrow,
and seize the day again?
[when will i learn that bro-
ken, is (harmful) and whole
is not (hurtful)?]
i can be something wonderful,
if you only give me the chance.
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Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
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this is human nature, right?
this is human nature, right?
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WOW! Great writing, amazing poem, beautiful.