There’s no point in having envy for the things that can see more than me. My foresight is barely greater than the common deer, because in the vastness of the universe I know nothing. The shrimp can see colors I cannot fathom–but I have no hatred for them, no burning jealousy or envy that would…
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Fully Grown | Song Verse
Now I’m on my own Now I’m fully grown Never thought I would be What you need me to be And, no, I’m not alone But it feels that way Never thought it would matter As much as it does– But it always does I breathe in the air And know this is all meant…
By My Side | Poem
I don’t have a lot of things in my life, because you hold enough power to fulfill me a million times. I don’t have a lot of people in my heart, because you take up too much space, and I still fall apart. I could have anyone, anyone else; I could make anything, anything work–…
comfort in fear | saturday prose
comfort in the nothingness piece ~ It is in the sleepiness of stillness in the unwinding of the night, that we are most perceptible to the shattering reality of discomfort. ~ Footsteps drag themselves through leaves outside my window, and rather than only drawing nearer, they move in some languid orbit. It is in this…
immunity/deception
Passive aggressive, a little possessive, but you’re too cute, too sweet and everyone treats you so mean. So when my dear friend accused you of r@%e, I had no choice but to scoff and wave the accusations away, because what mean thing could a boy with a baby face, chipmunk cheeks, and a knee brace…
memory
“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…
Warning Cry | Song/Poem
Made a hell inside my mind and I’m keeping you out for your sake baby Made a mind for my mind so when you try to find me I’m hidden deep inside Don’t you tell me how to feel about myself today Don’t you tell me that I’m good, I made up my mind anyway…
Meant To Be…… — Belladonna’s Flashlight
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Meant To Be…… — Belladonna’s Flashlight
existence in a vaccum | poem
to be taken to a place, a mirrorless world, to say it clearly, a world devoid of everyone save for I. a place meant for me and the colors of my brain, where busy fingers cannot tousle my hair. the songs of the north and the south are deaf to me, the writings of the…
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