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I am meant to be depressed.
Because how else would I
Understand sunsets and sinners
Blue moons and cold nights
Beach bonfires and love in your eyes.
I wouldn't.
Without the thing that
Drives me over the edge,
Rips open my insides
Lays them bare for all to see.
My internal, twisted me.
Because I pine for forget-me-nots
And cry over rose thorns.
Hooked into my skin
Screaming how they love me
And only want to hold me close to them.
My crazed emotion and roller-coaster heart
Make me.
My sporadic outbursts of stumbled words
Complete me.
And in these I am formed a poet,
Made of what is missing
And never truly there.
So I am always empty,
Hollow, used up.
And in my brokenness I am happiest,
For here, I make my art.
Understand that and you will see me
For the happy shell I am meant to be.
Because how else would I
Understand sunsets and sinners
Blue moons and cold nights
Beach bonfires and love in your eyes.
I wouldn't.
Without the thing that
Drives me over the edge,
Rips open my insides
Lays them bare for all to see.
My internal, twisted me.
Because I pine for forget-me-nots
And cry over rose thorns.
Hooked into my skin
Screaming how they love me
And only want to hold me close to them.
My crazed emotion and roller-coaster heart
Make me.
My sporadic outbursts of stumbled words
Complete me.
And in these I am formed a poet,
Made of what is missing
And never truly there.
So I am always empty,
Hollow, used up.
And in my brokenness I am happiest,
For here, I make my art.
Understand that and you will see me
For the happy shell I am meant to be.
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Time
It resonated all over me,
and drowned me in memories.
Thought about what used to be,
Back when everyone was at ease.
I think back long and hard
Filled my mind with the past
I realize, that we've gone far
It seems time goes by way too fast...
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She won't be here tomorrow.
In this world,
there are two kinds of people.
Those who see,
and those who feel.
She is beautiful.
She is too beautiful.
But I wouldn't dare to say.
She has heard it all before.
She already lived it all before.
Yes, I know.
She is beautiful.
And she has the power.
You would not resist.
You will say: "Who is that one?"
I will say: "I don't know!"
It's better that way.
Because she is beautiful,
but she cries.
She always cries.
It's what her smile says.
She had problems.
She has problems.
But for now,
she just wanna burn this place.
Her world is not here.
Not with these people.
She deserves something better
and sh
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Like Tomorrow Will Never Come
We're still young,
with s i n g s o n g children's voices in our throats,
and beautiful muddy footprints in our hearts.
We're still beautiful,
with lopsided smiles,
and laughs that make the sun's heart ache.
So grab my hand,
and I'll show you the sunshine,
hidden under bluebell wings,
and butterfly petals.
We'll run in circles,
just to make my dress twirl,
and our lungs burn
(in the good kind of way.)
We'll jump in the rain,
with laughter pealing
like thunderclaps,
trying to outscream the storm.
We'll camp under the stars,
with only the velvet black canopy as our tent,
counting the stars,
and naming each one after
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So I'm not saying I'm depressed at all because I'm not, I'm actually always happy and fairly good-natured. I just seem upset because I do have a lot of crap always going on, but I enjoy writing about it, because writing makes me happy. So, when everyone thinks I'm all dark and crazy, it's just who I am. I am meant to be who I am meant to be.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
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I like the rhythm, and the emotion is captured very well! Quite relatable, I say! 