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Caitlyn by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
Caitlyn
It's the little things I know about Caitlyn Cameron.
She never tells anyone the big things.
Once, Caitlyn Cameron broke in front of me.
She leaned against the dirty bathroom stall
And clutched herself, like it was all that held her
Together.
"My sister cut herself last night."
And the one time Caitlyn Cameron trusted someone
Enough to see her break
That someone could not help her.
Sometimes when it rains,
Caitlyn Cameron will stand out in the water
And ask God why she wasn't good enough.
She says it feels good to blame someone for her cut-off angel wings.
She can still feel them desperately trying to take her some place better.
lights like it's god by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
lights like it's god
she wants her veins to be bigger
so they can hug the room when it starts spinning.
she wants a time machine and more storms.
she doesn't want an 'It's Gonna Be Okay'.
she wants an end.
except i'm not sure i know what you
want anymore, sister.
i think you want to sleep it away.
i think you want to stop the yelling.
i surrounded our old childhood playground
with real world problems, sister.
then doused it in too-expensive gasoline
and lit the whole damn thing on fire
so no one can touch those ours my memories.
is that what you want?
memories from the days when your problems were
so simple you didn't need a knife or needle to so
the most honest poem i've ever written by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
the most honest poem i've ever written
I keep a bible by my bed and tell myself
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
Dinah: Daisy Petals by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Dinah: Daisy Petals
imagine:
you're fifteen
sitting by the roadside
plucking daisies
waiting for love to come along
& there he comes
a man
(the man of your dreams?)
& talks to you nice
nicer
than the brothers back home
he talks like you're a woman
not just the baby sister
he talks like you're worth something
not just there to be teased
can you blame me?
i went with him
i thought, why not?
he looked good enough
he seemed kind enough
i wanted to believe him
even when he hurt me
i wanted him to love me
i wanted to be loved
can you blame me?
my brothers didn't
they blamed him
i wish they'd blamed me
i wish they'd listened
to my story
bu
A Slow Drive through Yosemite by livingbyair, literature
Literature
A Slow Drive through Yosemite
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay,"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up from a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like
Hold On To Your Heart by AngeliqueRaindrops, journal
Hold On To Your Heart
:heart:
Time to dig out all of the love.
Spread it.
:dalove:
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-For The Longest Time-Billy Joel
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:music:If you said goodbye to me tonight there would still be music left to write/what else could I do:music:
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:music:I'm so inspired by you that hasn't happened for the longest time:music:
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:music:Once I thought my innocence was gone now I know that happiness goes on that's where you found me:music:
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:music:When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the lon
. by shecanread, literature
Literature
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violins were always playing in the drums of my fifteen year old ears,
do you know, i think my fingers were bent over before i turned seventy,
and dry beyond their years, too tattered to be there,
just because those narrow bones badly needed something to hold between them.
and it’s so strange,
because whenever i hear songs without words i imagine you singing.
