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doctober-baby-poetry · 9 months
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now i call my doctor everyday since i met you something in me changed because when you opened that mouth of yours you splattered bullshit everywhere you bastard. why the hell i cant write a poem goddamn it
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doctober-baby-poetry · 9 months
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No because what have I done wrong to deserve this? I do everything I'm supposed to, I plan everything out and in one second everything gets wiped away with just one pinch of doubt, I see myself and I always try to be grateful and happy that I'm alive but at this point, who cares? Who cares if my day is a lot more blue than white Who cares if my own mind doesn't fit right If my hands tremble when I say I'm proud of myself When my voice shakes and I can't get to ask for help because no one cares? and yes even if they do no one ever cared enough, I wonder if I made my own life so tough.
8:11pm 06-08-2023
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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Sometimes I wish I had failed earlier in life, So I wasn't the last person in my life to realize, That things will go wrong sometimes even when I'll try your best, That my worth wouldn't fit in the grades that I would get, I wish I had known that school wasn't everything, that books would help me live but loneliness they'll bring, I wish I had given away my heart at a young and tender age, So I'd be cold enough to handle my next heartbreak, I wish I had lived knowing all the ways I could, went through all the options of the cans, woulds and shoulds, Because I have the regrets etched in me like scars from a wound that's been ripped apart, That I tried to heal the world and forgot about my heart.
9:45 pm, 14-07-2023
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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I wanna create art and be beautiful and be kind and wave hi to little kids from the other side of the sidewalk. I want to dance without worrying about the sync of my feet to the music. I love how I keep picking myself as the 'art of the day' piece and how I keep admiring myself as an epitome of beauty, all while looking at the cuts on my hand. Who am I fooling?
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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How much of our life is predetermined?
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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The feminine urge to throw a tantrum even when you're the 'lets communicate' type of person >>>
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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I wasn't art to begin with so I made the cuts, trimmed the rough edges, and burnt the trash and became an artwork hung up on a wall. The wall is six feet wide.
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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I have learnt to keep my distance, from people who never knew that sometimes trying to live, sucks the life right out of you.
~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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Keep telling my head it doesn't matter, Keep telling my heart it gets better My head knows it will always matter My heart knows it doesn't get better. ~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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I grow from the corpse I hid, rotten and stale in the grass Into a little purple flower, a little beauty in me, at last. ~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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I have been wearing this sadness like an admired piece of jewelry. It suits me and you notice it the first time we meet. You compliment how well I carry it. Slowly it fades away among other things and no longer feels separate. This piece, it has become a part of me, like I would need to run back if I forgot it. Like I wouldn't completely be me. Like an organ that I grew myself, I'd have that sadness. I'll always have it.
~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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If we knew we wouldn't fall, would we ever try at all? If we knew we would fall, would we ever try at all? ~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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If I don't want to live, then why do I drag my feet backwards when I see the spark from the electrical circuits. Why am I careful with the railing and why do I look both ways before crossing the road? Why do I keep failing to live and yet my body knows how to survive? Why am I the way I am and why do I have to keep being this way? Why am I the only one I know who's so flawed? ~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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Life is a chore
I live life like it just needs to be done without reason. Like you breathe without wondering, you have inborn fears, you like some things and others you just don't. My life has a purpose, or did I just create it, so I didn't have to wonder about it? But I wonder about it, Life. I'm worried that I'm telling myself I'm living but its only because I'm already at half my breath, so I have to let the air in, there is not much choice.
~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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Too many different voices that live inside my head, if I talked to even one of them By tomorrow I'd be dead. ~V
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doctober-baby-poetry · 10 months
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some days the moon will rise, but the clouds won't let you see and make it look like a moonless sky, that's as dark as it could be. ~V
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