That Girl Is A Storm.

That girl is a storm, Her ribcage rattled by the tempest inside her. Visions and daydreams wash over her like Tidal Waves; She often talks of the ocean in her chest, But rarely does she mention the Shipwreck. Her voice echoes like thunder over a Spacious canyon, And she is destructive as a great bolt …

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3.8.17

I just want to feel something! Is a bit of normality too much to ask for? Why do I keep thinking about you? Why am I still thinking about you? I DON'T WANT TO!!! What are you? What am I? What are we? Just the ghost of something that once could be? HELP ME!! It seems I can't BREATHE. I'm …

War Machine

Have you ever noticed How some of the most powerful things, From great ships to destructive war machines Are referred to as “she”? And how women are compared to Black widows, Vipers, And the ever mysterious sirens of mythology?   So why has society always told me I must be contained? That I must be …

Black

What does it mean when your favorite color isn’t even A color at all? But merely - A lack of everything or The absence of nothing, All at once, Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty.   My favorite color is the color of darkness; The color of your dilated pupils that swim …