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From Here. I was once that awkward little boy Fumbling with my shoelaces as my crown jostled upon my head I ruled with an iron fist on those late summer nights as the realm of the backyard became my own Until. The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you. A big sister's little goodbyes. So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak? What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour? Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
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Infinite Growth. We never really grow up. We're constantly learning. There is pain in the process, But there is growth from the pain, And there is excitement in the growth. So revel in the excitement. Heed this call forevermore To avoid this sordid gore That arises from this deadly sin Apathy - it always finds a way to win. Painting with Music. The Light Which You Become. It wasn't until one day, A Thursday to be exact, That I opened my eyes slowly To the shimmering beams of light. Soaked deep beneath my skin, I welcomed the light. The glow emitted from within me.
Things seemed to have changed since that time long ago,.
What are you? I really wanna know I have all these theories but no evidence to show For it, it's strange really You look like your white but there's something different. You never think twice.
I've acted like clay. I've shaped myself and even bent myself backwards. I've done that for a person who doesn't think twice about me. I've converted my dull image into a mysterious, intriguing one. Dreams Refined. Fire in the Rain. I can see your face when I'm alseep the words you never said rest heavy on my heart. On Growing up.
The Dresser. It took a while. Until I could look up at the sky and instead of hiding myself out loud, start living for the sun behind the clouds. Start looking for those lemonade skies and imagine flying by. So We Drown. Life's Camera. Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories. Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds. Mary Jane. He was the light in the dark the burning flame in my heart until she came around. He was my best friend, my obsession for him i had ever lasting passion but she came around.
Walk, Stumble, bend, Crack, break, trip. Swollen hearts shatter. The whsipers grow bigger, louder. Never silent, always wild. A rose snaps in the wind. The storm quiets,. Honeybee Man. Is there a right age to learn about Death? My grandfather would argue there is not, That we should learn about it early on to face the tragedy when it arises.
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A dress form is a peculiar thing. Much like a dress form,. Slowly letting go of my childhood as a voice leads me into the right direction. I stare and analyze myself as if I'm searching for an answer.
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Old Enough. Love Compatroit. I love you, i cherish you beyond imagining never comparing you with no other You sacrifice things to make the love grow to an undisputable dimension. To My Dearest Nostalgia. I reminisce about the days I rode my sparkly-blue bike down every street and back road.
Racing cars even though my legs never moved fast enough to win. The wind was always so cold against my skin, but it gave me a sense of possibility. Compare Others to Myself. There came a point last year when I realized I've grown; I wasn't the same person that walked through the front doors freshman year; It was as if the narative of my life had taken a different tone;. Who knew I needed water, Maybe the doctor. Water is the answer to health, Which now I know means more than wealth. Falling Up.
She was the apple of my eye To bad she had to die She was the love of my life If only she didnt fight She was the one who took my heart. The Playground. Panic is a bathroom sink, Grime-covered and overflowing, Tearing the skin off my hands With its vicious heat splashing, Burning cold through spilled ink.
Unborn and already A path has been chosen By those that are not them - To become another cog In the inescapable machine that is society.
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Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter I had to push a little harder. Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her. Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter, I had to push a little harder. Control Freak. She promised me control and gave me just that for a price my life, my body, my soul. Trips to a box to rid myself of fuel so happily consumed so easily expelled.
Confession of the Gen Z. Little dots are all connected, all around the world, How come that from all those stars, Only some shine more and more?
I can't see the stars, my view's polluted, Only the brighter ones,. Imperfect yet still here. White imperfections on the skin, Hard on the touch, shinny, firm.
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Little white crescents, battle marks, Bigger marble line, accident signs. Lightning bolt that reigns my finger,. Why I Love the Moon. I had gotten used to the lines by now. I no longer felt the eagerness to ride. The exhilaration seemed unappealing and mertilus. Little Rose. I thought you stopped growing in the winter.
Only ONE! Only One! Words Can't Hurt Me. Each syllable slides like ice, Piercing, While the memories unbearable are. Take a breath, pause. Step back, pause. Am I okay?