"When I was sad, I hoped. When I was hurt, I imagined. When I was lost... I wrote."
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Stars fall, don't you know?
Like dust on heaven's breath;
Grazing the earth,
With a coat of passion.
If you looked into the night s...
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14 years, a blur,
Pictures on a screen,
Tattered book of proof.
Pages worn from turns,
Ideas on stream,
Lifetime of abuse.
Identity purge,
You sowed, now you reap,
14 years of dues.
Lesson has been learned,
Boundaries to keep,
Liberty to lose.
Trust is a strong word,
Fatal fallacy,
To use or be used.
'Forever' absurd,
Poisoned, just breathe,
You were, you are, you bruise.
Imagination,
To confrontation—
Intoxicated.
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I will make it clear right now. My use of the number "14" doesn't mean I'm 14 years old. It doesn't. It was an artistic choice to serve my purpose and the flow of the poem. That is all :)
I hope you enjoyed, my flowers! Please comment and vote if you feel <3 I love hearing from you guys, especially if you want to share your own stories. That's always inspiring to me!
Happy Good Friday and almost Easter!
"He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." ~ Isaiah 53:3-5
