Dancing Armor

Dancing Armor

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In this collection, peaches taught me the subtle standards for men across the globe. It taught me to be aware of the peach's lustrous nectar, it taught me to evade having fuzz upon my face, it taught me to be aware of my weight, and it taught me to grow up knowing whether you are either an orange or a peach. From the women on the rocks trying to learn to sing to climbing the ladder following the leader, I have learned that we are all taught a standard, and a variety of rules for our consumers on the outside to perceive. However, I have learned that the more subtle I become on the outside, the easier it is to demonetize me as a follower instead of a leader. The poetry has helped me find a way through the lies I have believed in my family for a long time. I should break this chain, striving for my own and protecting my thoughts, all while sticking true to my heart and following the real paths I am meant to take #23 (poetry) 4.15.22 #14 (prose) 4.17.22 #38 (poetry collection) 4.18.22 #8 (Poetrycollection) 6.1.22 #7 (poetry book) 12.5.22 #40 (poetry) 12.6.22
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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