Apr 29, 2017
thirty day poetry challenge- day eleven
a mask for phantom, a knife for cassius. three feathers- one, two, three- for mr hill. a book for belle, a leather strap for mcmurphy. technically, we make the magic.
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thirty day poetry challenge- day eleven
a mask for phantom, a knife for cassius. three feathers- one, two, three- for mr hill. a book for belle, a leather strap for mcmurphy. technically, we make the magic.
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thirty day poetry challenge- day fifteen
You’ve hurt me so many times, And you didn’t even know. Crossing all the lines When my feelings started to show.
And when I’m hurt And I really need you, You just sit there, clueless, And you don’t know what to do.
And I know that you can’t help it, And I see you’re giving it your all, Yet when I need you the most, You’d easily let me fall.
You’re my everything. I’m your second place. You always put yourself first. Darling, I can read that off of your face.
Never felt like I was good enough, And you didn’t make that feeling go away, So here I am, obsessing over it, Still happens every day.
How can I get through to you? What do I have to do to make you understand? I love you very much and don’t want to let go, Won’t you finally give me your hand?
Or when will I learn It isn’t going to get better? Maybe I should just give up And write you my farewell letter.
But you know I can’t.
- The Way You Make Me Feel, anonymous
thirty day poetry challenge- day thirteen
i have a crayon. its broken, its red, its mine. i use it to colour my birds on thanksgiving, making them my friends. my crayon is my friend, my paper my mate.
thirty day poetry challenge- day two
eyes of sapphire and hair of gold, the looks of a prince, fit for a crown. if thats what you are, our kingdoms been sold. its now nothing, stripped of all but a frown. why cant you see what youve done is killing me?
How many languages do you know?
14 fluently, three conversationally, and im working on four others at the moment.
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i find it funny how your anti phil anon started as an inside joke mow all your followers join in
honestly rory, not sure if half my inbox is joking about phil sadly 😟 but HOW LONG HAD THIS EVEN BEEN GOING ON 😭😭😭
can we please... talk about stuff