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she's on fire, every day of her life
forest fire, cabin fire
spiced-cacao, chili pepper
gingerbread; she's edible
two seats beside me; invisible
i so very lack the courage in these situations
only in the ones that require decisions
in the ones that count more than anything else
lick my fingers
press together
wick on candle
heat; fire
when i next blink
she flickers
smoke
forest fire, cabin fire
spiced-cacao, chili pepper
gingerbread; she's edible
two seats beside me; invisible
i so very lack the courage in these situations
only in the ones that require decisions
in the ones that count more than anything else
lick my fingers
press together
wick on candle
heat; fire
when i next blink
she flickers
smoke
Literature
Back to You
Back to You
That good night,
It beckons,
It wants to warm me in it's embrace
It wants to show me,
All the fears,
That I refuse to face
Fears like you...
I can't make this change,
There is nothing I can do
It would be so easy to give in...
But that would mean...
I'd have to choose
Every journey leads me back to you!
No matter where I go
Every journey leads me back to you!
No matter how far
Every journey leads me back to you!
It's like I!
Have wished upon a star
And now!
I always find myself...
Where you are
I admit it,
I am afraid
I have seen too much go wrong,
Too much love unmade
I have seen the agony,
Literature
Lies
Isn't it weird how they smile at your face
You turn your back and it's erased
Sooner or later you realise
They're not your friends
Just some more lies
It hurts so bad just to know
There's nothing really there
Nothing real, nothing true
It's all empty and bare
Then they come back to you
The story is old
It's always the same
It's always a game
No one understands
No matter what they say
It's always for them
It's selfishness
It's today
And it's always been the same old way.
Literature
Selfharmers Anonymous
I stand up. I know what to do, what to expect. I’ve seen all the movies just like every one else.
‘Hello, My name is Cat. I’m addicted to selfharm.’
The call comes back, ‘Hello Cat.’
I take a moment to look at the people surrounding me. Mostly female, in their teens, or 20s, or 30s; I never could judge age. A range of races, social groups, hair colours. But they all wear their short sleeves proudly. This is probably the only place apart from their bedrooms that they do. My arms are covered.
I run my eyes over their marks, judging how pathetic or hardcore they are. My own scars begin to itch. My mouth goes dry
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Wow, I really enjoyed that. I'm a writer and rarely do I find a poem so catching, this was very well written and the set-up but great.
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