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Delusional tradgedyThere are some of us born into the world screaming. The ones shouting at humanity while making not yet discernible cries, they yell the words "I am born"; they preach to all who will listen (which is few) with the garbled cries of an infant- the words not yet tainted with wordiness and deceitful metaphors. And while infants cry and screech there are others that are born into, and given. These people have luck lined lips and a mouth that breathes nothing but fiery satin. The special ones are given liquid silver for a tongue, one that'll mold into whatever attractive shape that ought to persuade situation. These people, in all their flaming, alDelusional tradgedy by ~roxyourfuzzysoxoff
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it. by ~MisfitableGrae
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falli
Sta.sh
