Tag: Poetry
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Night
In the softness of the night, where lingering rays of dying light trace faint outlines in the depths of the shade, emptiness is full. The empty depths of the darkness hold space for the churning darkness in your chest, straining against white ribs and compressing a crimson heart The night is full of the space…
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Fire and Ice
October 12th, 2022 My happiness is a veil for those who are not curious to peer underneath, a protection for those unwilling to see the weight deep within my chest. My smile is gritted teeth against the hunger for the end, my eyes shine with the reflection of the fire in my heart.
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Just Is
October 12th, 2022 Have you ever had a moment, where you realized wanting to end isn’t normal. People don’t wake up wishing for an accident. Life drives everything, the reason behind every emotion and the purpose of every action. And yet. When I look at my arms, it’s wishing there were more scars. When I…
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Poetry
Free form style is how we tend to write We never found a space to compile our writings, so they’re scattered across various accounts, devices, and mediums. I’m going to try to bring them together in a roughly chronological order, so that they can be read as they were written. A warning; many of these…