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classy-oatmeal · 3 years

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An Expert from my Journal

“Does the look of a phrase or a sentence ever just make you feel something. Like the sentence isn’t just a sentence but a universal truth to you. It touches your heart and soul every time you look at it or read it. It feels almost inscribed into your soul that it’s not words but a painting you could stare at for hours.”

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classy-oatmeal · 4 years

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# 16 on my list of things you have said to me

“Now there are a lot of fish in the sea a lot better than me “ “Not to this humble servint my lady, your beauty is only matched by gods nature, my sword and my heart are at your service”

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classy-oatmeal · 4 years

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What do I do?

What do you do when someone’s in love with you but you can never love them back?

What do you do when you read their messages of love at 1am that they send you thinking you’re alseep but you’re wide awake listening to the storm.

What did you do when they look at you with all the innocents of the world because their love is from a special place in their heart.

What do I do?

I ignore it all because every love letter, every act of kindness, every confession, I felt nothing.

Nothing at all, and I wish that I’ll hate myself for it but I know that I never will because sadly I’ll never be in love with you too.

My sincerit apologies

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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At the end of every day

At the end of everyday I wash away my sins and mistakes,

I change my shirt and under clothes to remove what has been done to me, to remove the defiled textiles, to change out of the person I was before.

I put them in the wash and wait till the guilt is splashed away by the foam and water and pray for forgiveness, sometimes it’s small and sometimes I have to put them through twice,

I take them out and hang them up like a clean could truly wash away this feeling,this torment, this notion of being bad,

But I hang them up because it’s the only thing I know how to do before I repeat the process again.

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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My Cherry Blossom Princess

You where my princess

Prettier than a cherry blossom,

You had cheeks as pink as one too.

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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“My souls is like my battery percentage, currently at 5%”

- me at 4:20 in the morning

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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The Education System

Teachers inject knowledge into our veins as it flows up to our brains

While some overdoes and die

While others cough back up the knowledge that they were forced to swallow like water down a drain

A poem to our education system

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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The tortured dead

My swan song was such a rushed tune, I can still hear it echo through the heavens down to my bones.

How could such a lovely song bring destruction to ones heart but kiss your ears with the gentleness of a butterfly,

Oh, life was a race and I though I won, but no!

I was tripped into the arms of hades as he graced me with a title that I wished to never seek.

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classy-oatmeal · 5 years

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Espresso

You made me want to stay awake, but you also made me want to stay away.

Your fulfillment of promises and “i loves you’s” made me want to dive head first into the sun. I knew i never loved you but i said it anyways; i truly was the monster you were trying to hide away from, but i played the part of the hero to only know i was going to be the villain in the end.

I don't hate you, you were never a game. But i hated your words and how they climbed up my body like vine and rooted in my mind tell they reach deep. I wanted to dig it out and burn the seeds. I wanted to pour gasoline on your garden and watch it burn as i watered it with my tears of apologies.

I shouldn't have lied, i shouldn't have let it get this far; but that smile kept me creating the words and actions you wanted me to say and do.

You reminded me of espresso because you kept me awake . But i never told you how i was allergic caffeine.

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