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ginyoll · 4 years
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i can see the glass of wine on the table
it's calling my name, and you're begging me to take it, to drink it and drown myself in sorrow, guilty and self-loathing
i grab the glass ready to drink it,
but then something catches my attention. the reflection on the glass
i look and see a girl who looks perfectly fine, happy even, but when you look for the details you realise she's broken
lost and in pain
screaming for help but no one, nothing, is there
nothing but this glass of wine
just one sip
and all the pain would go away
one sip
and she could scape it all,
but what's the point? none of it would be real
so i grab the glass and break it
i take a step back and walk away. i'm done destroying myself.
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Afterlife
one day our hearts will stop beating, our eyes will close, and the darkness will emerge and embraces us
that is inevitable
but what will happen after that?
life after death
does such a thing exist?
or do we just cease to exist?
just stop breathing, dreaming, hoping and being
does it all just stop?
no, no, i do not believe that
i do not believe it all stops
whatever power created all the billions of souls in this galaxy, must have a plan for us
there has to be some form of justice
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ginyoll · 4 years
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You're like the sunset
you're unpredictable
you don't abide by rules
it's remarkable really
sometimes you're like the sunset
you're here and you're beautiful, alive and breathtaking
you're full of colour
i feel like i have a flower growing inside of me when i'm with you
i want to drown myself in your beauty and never let go
but sometimes you're like the cloudly sky
grey, depressing and cold
i fear if i approach you I'll freeze
i'm too scared to touch you
the petals are falling and the flower is dying
what is the real you? are you a rose or a poison ivy?
but then i realise your complex
both the good and the bad are you
you're secure
your flaws and your strengths go hand in hand
you're not cold,
you're weak and scared
and heartbroken
you're human
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ginyoll · 4 years
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purple moonrise (by ausloeserin)
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ginyoll · 4 years
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My love
love, love, love, love
you hear that word everywhere
musicians exhaust the word, filmmakers portray it like their life depends on it and poets write about it
but what is it?
love
is it being selfless? being kind? honest?
how can such a small word carry the weight of the universe and what, essentially, the universe is
hope
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ginyoll · 4 years
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i am here. this is me.
it may not be like i envisioned it in my daydream,
when you look closer
there's rubbish on the floor,
the metal's wearing off
the people are too loud, perhaps too flawed
and sometimes everything seems to go wrong
but it is beautiful all the same,
life cannot be perfect, but sometimes, just sometimes,
there's moments that are perfect
and those moments make it worth it
they are real
this is real
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Love
it was like a blanket
made of peace, comfort and love
she wore it like an armor
she looked at the up the sky
a dove
she exhaled
it was so high
she wasn't alone
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ginyoll · 4 years
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My scars
we all have scars
they're invisible
so faint you can't see them
not unless you really look
they never go away
and as time goes on we just accumulate more
we all have scars
they're vicible
they affect the way we behave,
think,
they make us us,
our personality,
whether we're kind and sensitive
or the exact opposite
we all have scars
they show our story
they make us us
they mean we are fighters
we all have scars
we choose what we do with them
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Bad dreams
you came into my room
then you left taking my innocence and childhood with you
my world was shuttered,
my trust and confidence chased away, never to bee seen again
i want to scream,
to shout,
to chase the bad dreams away
i want it all to stop. the pain, the insecurities, the anger
i want it to stop
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Choice
it was used
most had a choice
but it didn't
it was used without it's permission
it has a choice now
but its stuck in a labrinth
surrounder by monster
unsure of what to do
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Time
the sun had already gone to sleep and the sky was painted dark
cars drove past,
and the world kept moving
but she stood still
unable, incapable, of moving
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Comfort zone
fear
she was consumed by it
from dusk to dawn
fear
it came at night
when everyone else was asleep
fear
took all her dreams
everything she was
fear
every night
it whispered in her ear
fear
but one day she opened her eyes
she did not encounter fear
but hope
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Imperfections
she looked at the painting
she could see it all
all the little imperfections
the way the nose was slightly too big
the way the shoulders were too broad, too masculine
how the hair was too fine
and the skin was covered in acne
it made her wonder, could they see it too?
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Pain sucks
it was then that she knew
she knew what she had to do
the pain was like energy
couldn't be destroyed
it was recycled
over and over and over again
from one person to the other
over and over and over again
rise and repeat
but she was determined
determined
she was determined
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ginyoll · 4 years
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Brown eyes
his eyes were brown
warm like hot chocolate
not blue like the ocean
the weren't remarkable
or adventurous
not blue
but brown
like warmth
like autumn
like home,
familiar,
steady
and at that moment she decided brown was her favourite colour
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