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Bluelighter
I love raw poems from the heart that express things with no subtely writting is so different to so many people and different things aplease us and stimulate us. Some emotional or intellectual but something about it strikes us. This piece is definately one for me for the simple fact it was just enjoyable to read. Great work girl!
hope to see more of your work in here ~
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This is my brain, 2 hours ago until now
By Mean Girl
I don't really understand all this myself, but it was like there was too much in my brain to cope, so if I spat some of it out, it would stop stretching my mental capacity and be easier than trying to talk to someone
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2 hours ago :
What would I know about love?
How could I be one to ask about the nuances and tunnels we drive through to get it
Experience is knowledge
All my experiences suffer from a notorious case of "disaster"
(except this one so far, I'm hoping it won't but it's hard not to draw on the previous)
Since when did knowing what to do become so easy to execute?
And how did I miss out on seeing how to go about it.
What would I know of love when I can't even define what it constitutes.
I have more than enough skills in making the wrong decision.
It would be nice to be able to extract knowledge from all those evenings where I stayed home listening to love songs
All it taught me was of other triumph and failure
It wasn't encouraging
But here I am, still hunting and looking for something more
It's probably right in front of my face and I'm too blind to acknowledge it.
Don't ask me about what you should do
I can barely figure it out for myself
What would I know about love when I contemplate a life without it
Solitary confinement is cold but almost appealing when you think it could be without turmoil
I wouldn't have to spend my days
Picking the right eyeliner
Thinking about posture and composure
The topics to talk about that tell everything and nothing about myself
Trying to disguise my ignorance
It's like I need a perfect replica of myself to stand in front of me and scream in my face
Don't take what you've got and throw it all away
Just because you don't know any better
Look at this
A jumble of words and thoughts with no point or destination
What would I know about love
I really don't know anything at all...
1 hour ago :
If the world ran on the logical processes of your brain, everywhere would be a traffic jam
20 minutes ago :
What ridiculous things we do for acceptance
Acceptance indeed
Desire is always the underlying motivator
I should write notes all over my figure so I can't ignore it
you have what you love
now love what you have
I should get out of my head for a while and dive into someone else's
Anything for solace
hope to see more of your work in here ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is my brain, 2 hours ago until now
By Mean Girl
I don't really understand all this myself, but it was like there was too much in my brain to cope, so if I spat some of it out, it would stop stretching my mental capacity and be easier than trying to talk to someone
---------------------------------------------------------------------
2 hours ago :
What would I know about love?
How could I be one to ask about the nuances and tunnels we drive through to get it
Experience is knowledge
All my experiences suffer from a notorious case of "disaster"
(except this one so far, I'm hoping it won't but it's hard not to draw on the previous)
Since when did knowing what to do become so easy to execute?
And how did I miss out on seeing how to go about it.
What would I know of love when I can't even define what it constitutes.
I have more than enough skills in making the wrong decision.
It would be nice to be able to extract knowledge from all those evenings where I stayed home listening to love songs
All it taught me was of other triumph and failure
It wasn't encouraging
But here I am, still hunting and looking for something more
It's probably right in front of my face and I'm too blind to acknowledge it.
Don't ask me about what you should do
I can barely figure it out for myself
What would I know about love when I contemplate a life without it
Solitary confinement is cold but almost appealing when you think it could be without turmoil
I wouldn't have to spend my days
Picking the right eyeliner
Thinking about posture and composure
The topics to talk about that tell everything and nothing about myself
Trying to disguise my ignorance
It's like I need a perfect replica of myself to stand in front of me and scream in my face
Don't take what you've got and throw it all away
Just because you don't know any better
Look at this
A jumble of words and thoughts with no point or destination
What would I know about love
I really don't know anything at all...
1 hour ago :
If the world ran on the logical processes of your brain, everywhere would be a traffic jam
20 minutes ago :
What ridiculous things we do for acceptance
Acceptance indeed
Desire is always the underlying motivator
I should write notes all over my figure so I can't ignore it
you have what you love
now love what you have
I should get out of my head for a while and dive into someone else's
Anything for solace
