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You exist only
within my throbbing skull;
that is all the love I need.
within my throbbing skull;
that is all the love I need.
Literature
Poets make the best liars.
His black eyes were stars, and
the c o n s t e l l a t i o n s in their depths
told me sad poetic stories of-
past lovers, grey mornings
and myths—
the kind only the brave
dares to believe.
He brought the dreamer out in me
the huntress that lay in wait w
Literature
Dreaming the Night
Restless I lie on my bed tonight and pretend that it is grass,
The heavens shine above me, not mere plaster and lights of glass.
In my imaginings I see and believe as I shrug off the caress of sleep
That I lie in a verdant valley of green in a bower of flowers nestled deep
In the new spring grass, dewy, springy, barely feeling its touch.
The comfort might have lulled me to slumber, but then and there no such
Comfort could. For the night sky seemed a vision that my wishes would invoke
With its full haloed moon brighter than the sun with its chariot and many spokes.
This celestial panorama showcased clearcut stars burning in a sea of ink
With e
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Cry.
Head in my pillow-
I sob as I count my little sheep.
Nightmares dance into my head,
Greeting me as I sleep.
Strangling skeletons-
And horrible memories coming to remind me.
I scratch and scratch-
Crying at the pain.
Experiencing it as I dream.
My arms so bloody,
So ripe and disgusting-
I try not to scream in the coming morning.
Mommy and he ask what's the causing-
"What makes you think these things?"
I try not to show-
The pain in my heart,
The broken dreams that I will never reach.
Scars and marks lay upon my arms,
I whisper I'm sorry-
Just wanting to be someone like my mommy.
So strong and tough,
She doesn't cry all tha
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Considering shortening it into a haiku later.
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Short and bitter-sweet 