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okokokgirl · 19 days
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I am trying to write poems
That ain't about you 
So far the page is blank 
Idk what to do..
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okokokgirl · 29 days
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and on page 87 i fell out of love....
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okokokgirl · 1 month
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My favourite trope?
Academic rivals, but in real life academic is my rival (sobbing)
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okokokgirl · 1 month
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I sway in joy, when my heart's aglow,
In silence, I move when words won't flow
To ease the ache, I whirl and sway,
In chaos, I dance the night away
Not born to the rhythm, yet I'll have my say,
Even in death's embrace, I'll dance my way
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okokokgirl · 1 month
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"They warned, Beware his blaze, it scorches all around,
For they fail to understand why Icarus grinned as he was falling down,
He reached the sun at last, who cares if the world was burning around"
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okokokgirl · 2 months
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"I want him to write poems, not about me but inside me"
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okokokgirl · 2 months
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"Greed is a toxin, tainting hearts with its venom so effective,
Yet when temptation is embodied like you, Eve's act seems perspective"
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okokokgirl · 2 months
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Did your gentle brush of pink adorn my canvas so bright?
Did the fragrance from your rose fields awaken my dormant night?
Was it your Story that entwined my heart with self-love so tight?
With you, no need to swallow emotions, for judgment takes flight
I felt happiness after a long time when we burst out laughing over a bowl of chocos,
I remember  when i was sad and you held me a lil close
I still have The white flower you plucked for me making sure there are no thorns,
The Book talks with you that brought satisfaction each morn
I'm busy Creating sweet memories with you, throughout the day,
And When the sun sets, these stories linger, never to fade away
To know my essence, your story's a must, See through my eyes, in yourself trust.
I paint all my skies a bright blue with pinks sprinkled in
Fields full of roses stained red from the blood I picked from my skin
Unlike Van gogh I don't gulp down yellow to make me feel
Instead I decorate my memories with stories I steal
I was a happy child laughing as I stumbled down park slides
When I was heartbroken, my best friends were by my side
The first boy I loved gave me roses full of thorns
But the second one held me as I cried over fictional deaths, forlorn
I believe all of these all throughout the day
But as the sun goes down my memory begins to sway
No amount of story telling can keep me sane at night
Under dark blue skies, I only see the world through Van Gogh's eyes.
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okokokgirl · 2 months
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Nah,I don't love the sky,
But the tempest, oh my!
The sky pre-storm, in its calm display,
During the storm's fierce ballet,
And after the storm, in its peaceful sway.
Yet, it's never the sky that steals my eye,
Always the storm, making me sigh.
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