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Sometimes I grow sick of reaching out for you –
with my blind, hang-nailed fingers
like a little child lost.
I withdraw myself –
losing my voice, curling
into a spiralled
shell of
me.
Glum, sulky little girl,
wishing she was grown up enough
to leave you well alone.
It's frankly depressing, and the worst
of it is that
I know I look so ugly when I'm not smiling.
with my blind, hang-nailed fingers
like a little child lost.
I withdraw myself –
losing my voice, curling
into a spiralled
shell of
me.
Glum, sulky little girl,
wishing she was grown up enough
to leave you well alone.
It's frankly depressing, and the worst
of it is that
I know I look so ugly when I'm not smiling.
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
Literature
Secrets
Smiles are not meant for everyone. They weren't meant to be displayed for everyone else to see. Only for those who are special enough to find a way to see that smile. If a smile were an ordinary thing for anyone to see on any person in the world, then wouldn't that mean that every one of us would constantly be smiling? But we're not. Where's the fun in that? The light airy feeling of being able to get someone to crack a smile on a usually solemn face.
A smile is like a secret between friends.
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EXCRUCIATING
I feel as though
I have been stabbed
in the gut.
I get as though
a blender
is working on my insides.
Life is pain
Pain is life.
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Edited a bit 30th October, and again on the good day of Hallow's Eve.
Edited a bit 30th October, and again on the good day of Hallow's Eve.
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There's something grotesque about this piece. In a good way, of course. For some reason it had me thinking of Hansel and Gretel, but I have no idea why.
I love the lines: with my blind, hang-nailed fingers and wishing she was grown up enough/ to leave you well alone. They're horrid and beautiful.
Great work!
I love the lines: with my blind, hang-nailed fingers and wishing she was grown up enough/ to leave you well alone. They're horrid and beautiful.
Great work!