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Don’t trust The perfectly spelled  out messages They send. They tell you want you want to hear - You can’t hear the shake of Their voice Over text Or see the sweat On their palms Or the tears In their eyes. Don’t trust Anyone who’s ever given you a reason not to Or failed to …

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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 …

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 …

Love

Part of me is forever laughing with the girls in the street, Big dreams in our minds and gravel under our feet. Small town blues and water tower love Will eternally haunt all the streets that we drove.   Late nights and early sunsets Are the times I don’t ever want to forget - All …

Photo Album

I think in some alternate universe I’ll be trapped forever inside these Deep purple walls, Looking outside the window and watching The boys in their jumpers Racing eachother on shiny new bicycles - Two wheeled memories that will someday only be a metaphor Of nostalgic comfort and Wasted youth   He told me to smile …