Poetry Blogs (myself)

Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace 
To live alone heart and place 
Suffering what I always face 
Hopeless to be myself again 
 

Are these changes good for me 
To be lonely always or not to be 
To live away of what I see 
I lost my hope and brain 
 

Sadly to wake up and sleep 
Painful to feel yourself cheap 
Living alone hurts in deep 
I wish to know why, but in va...

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I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods. 
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies. 
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece. 
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound. 
It does not break, it just gets stuck. 
St...

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Quirky, by all means

is such

a fucking awful word

that was most likely 

made by

Housewife Culture.

Something to describe those that fell outside

of the 

circle of Baseball Caps and Poodle Skirts

while still finding themselves

safe in their presence.

But now

It has been adopted

by underage

underdeveloped

parents.

Parents who use it to describe

thin...

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All I'll ever be is me.
I'll always be Crystal Ruth.
And I'll always be the girl
who they continuously pick on.

And through these past few years
as time went on the more they teased
and the more I felt useless.
But, I've gotten use to the teasing
and the pain that came with it.
In fact I've gotten so used to it
that there's no more feeling
what so ever.

But, maybe someday
there'll be ...

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