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She has books full of wonder
She has
Her corner in the wretched world
She has warmth sealed inside her
She has beauty
Wrapped up in her darkness
She has bleeding pain
So that her soul can be secure
She has thorns so sharp and black
To embrace
Her little yearning heart
In a wasteland dried out
Where the wind blows hard and cold
She has her head
So stubborn
With her dreams of a future bright
She has the night
She has waterfalls under the moon
She has stars
So far away
Where one day she will be
Where love is born and never fades
Where her scars will disappear
But there is no such place now
And her memories have sealed her fate
Pain has evolved
And hate never dies
And she's lost all the same
She has
Her corner in the wretched world
She has warmth sealed inside her
She has beauty
Wrapped up in her darkness
She has bleeding pain
So that her soul can be secure
She has thorns so sharp and black
To embrace
Her little yearning heart
In a wasteland dried out
Where the wind blows hard and cold
She has her head
So stubborn
With her dreams of a future bright
She has the night
She has waterfalls under the moon
She has stars
So far away
Where one day she will be
Where love is born and never fades
Where her scars will disappear
But there is no such place now
And her memories have sealed her fate
Pain has evolved
And hate never dies
And she's lost all the same
Literature
Still Lonely
I almost said something that I'll regret tonight,
And I'm glad my friends stopped me before I could start.
But still, I ended up selling my soul to the devil,
Because I am really tired of having a heart.
After all, it's better when you don't give a shit right?
just like how they feel about you.
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Destablized
It's that moment of suspension
Held aloft within the air
An inch or two above reality
Ready to fall into despair
It's like an earthquake
But it never stops
The ground breaks
In a million spots
And I am frozen in space
Stuck in the time between
The frames of life's cinema
The fabled story of a dream
It shimmers and shakes
Like a heat wave
My place in space
I cannot save
I'm floating through this maze
Of moments in the grey twilight
Of the everlasting cycle
Of evil day and darkest night
Too many thoughts
Flickering by
Too many questions
To ask why
Why can I not perceive life
As a series of events connected
Only by my mind, yet separate
An
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in(sigh)t
i want one of those
little mirrors
that allow you
to see inside
yourself
the one dentists use
so they can check for cavities
and places where i’m
rotting away
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To fight anxiety caused by stress during your childhood, you are supposed to pretend to talk to your past self, calming it down and telling it that it will all be alright. But what would you really tell your past self? That in the future, you will still be depressed? That despite of being loved, you will not be able to trust anyone fully? That you will always feel alone? That there is no such a thing as 'freedom', that you are forever a slave to your own desires and world views?
I came to realise I have nothing positive to tell my past self. So I wrote this poem instead.
I came to realise I have nothing positive to tell my past self. So I wrote this poem instead.
© 2016 - 2024 Elendurwen
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Another well-written verse of yours.
But even if she can't find that place of her dreams now I'm sure she will find it someday, if she keeps believing and let go of her past...
But even if she can't find that place of her dreams now I'm sure she will find it someday, if she keeps believing and let go of her past...