shades of red

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julietta julixtta poetry romance selectivemutism

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals

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julietta julixtta poetry romance selectivemutism

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Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.

𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥. 𝘢𝘯 @𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.

I can be blue, I can be red or I can be pink. Pick your favorite color, or your favorite me. I'll bring it to you, which ever you want to pick. I'll be here even if it rains, or even when the sun is out, even in the dark. 12/08/2023

A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice. Destiny had something else planned for two individuals who were least interested in the idea of marriage. The opposites desired love, but nothing near to marriage. But, their roads converged due to their parents. One believed in love but feared it. And the other didn't have time for it. Descriptions never do any justice. HEAVILY UNEDITED.

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Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

[Part 1 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series] Here lies the random and slightly organized thoughts of moi. My take on the world is a click away. So, if you want to, CONTINUE!!!! In other words, this is a public journal full of my own and others thoughts. I'll add song lyrics from time to time. Some things may seem personal, other for the whole world to consider. Many topics here are controversial and many will or will not agree with. But that's the point; they are things to think about. (This is "Part 1". This will be finished after I reach 100 parts. After that, I'll start a new "Things to Think About", but it will have a different name. This is not something I want to stop, I just don't want it to get too overwhelming.)

The Coloring Book

Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.

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