me abt me: can someone like.. take care of her

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me abt me: can someone like.. take care of her

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may thoughts
To probe and to feel it
To hold and conceal it
To ebb and to flow
Into the unknown
 ____________________________
Out here in the crowd
And not sure if I want to be found
Or just blend in
Completely
 _______________________________
 My mind gets really crowded
Itâs like a lost and found bin
Sometimes, there is treasure
But mostly there is trash
There is dust
There is ash
 ________________________Â
My heart skips a beat
I canât stand the heat
My muscles full of tension
My crooked spine caving it
 ___________________________
Salvation,
Where is it?
Do we get to decide?
 Maybe
 Yet we turn a blind eye
Weâre afraid of being broken
And with eyes wide open
We close our minds
 With feet wet
We refuse to dive
We let the tide wash us over
With the hope of being clean
 All the claims youâve stated
You no longer believe
Revelations all too belated
As if youâve woken from a dream
There is a line
There is a balance
Between the real
And the real we think we see
 It is within
Our every bone
Our childhood home
Our first love interest
 We feel it
We know it
We feed it
And grow it
me trying to enjoy brussels and pretend iâm not homesick as fuck
poem by willow youth
by willow youth
he mended me there
in the dark, i plead
i plead
begging to crawl
back inside of myself
but iâm curled up
inside of your gut
like a tapeworm
 iâd offer you my hips
but youâd wince
at the scars
and think, âno no,
i wish you were smooth
like a shellâ
but i am far rockier
than surface could ever tell
 so i tuck myself away
into the seam
where sea meets sky
where day meets night
where death meets life
and sleep within the waves
 i will hum to you in waves
with the hope that i am
understood
and i will hum to you in waves
and tell you the things
that i never could
and i will hum to you
in waves
until you fall
fast asleep
and
i fade out
into your heartbeat
 my hum always cancels me out
âtill i am not sound
with anything
 no i am not sound
with anything
Poems by Willow Youth
may 18th i am a sycamore tree in the winter, a porcelain ghost why does the sycamore shed its bark? are we intrigued by that which falls apart? there are no definite answers for me, only theories only âmaybesâ why does the sycamore shed its bark? because it is falling apart because there is black in its heart â- may 19th I remember how he broke me then left me there to bleed I remember choking on screams I remember nothing but once you fall asleep it comes back to me and it haunts me and it wants me and I slip away I keep quiet, suppress it from the surface I fall onto my knees I hold up myself again or what is left of me

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you said
is it repetitive, the way you live?
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2017 is all about watermarking my photos correctly so people dont steal my shit anymore
I donât even know what to say because today was so fucking beautiful it was unreal.
What's your damage, Heather?

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A panel from a comic from Thoughtâs From a Sad Ghost
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Winona Ryder in Jon Spencer Blue Explosion music video (October 1998)
âNew Yorkâs premiere blues-punk noisemakers, The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, will return to record racks next week with a new album, âAcme,â but you wonât see the band doing their thing on MTV any time soon. Instead, youâll see Winona Ryder as frontman Jon Spencer, âSaving Private Ryanâsâ Giovanni Ribisi as guitarist Judah Bauer, and âBoogie Nightsââ John C. Reilly as drummer Russell Simins in the bandâs new video, âTalk About The Blues.â The clip turns around the old soundtrack video formula as the actors belt out the song while the real band stomps through scenes apparently lifted from a crime thriller.â - MTV News (October 12, 1998)Â
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i don't want to disappear but i don't want to feel like i want to die all the time either been searching for a middle ground ever since i can renember and i can't remember the last time i felt like myself he says just go out with your friends and forget the other stuff and i turn my head to the ground and i walk home alone

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a pain in the stomach an ache in the head will someone please pull the thread (out) thatâs binding me
i wake up in the night after half an hour of sleep with a deep sorrow is this it will i ever fall back asleep is this how my life is going to be now
in my bed i toss and turn thrasing in the sheets trying to get out of my body clawing at the skin in an uncontrollable fit of grief
trying to find who i used to be
why did you decide she was no longer me
when did i decide that i agreed
bag of bones
this bag of bones is mine to carry mine to own and mine to bury mine alone and no one else's someday i'll build a home i'm so tired of houses i'm just a bag of bones in skin that's someone else's getting by sometimes just barely but more than less so i guess that's something to believe (in) and not dismiss a bag of bones a guilty conscience that won't quit a broken watch you can't bring yourself to fix cause the time on there was the last you saw him so afraid to admit that it's insignificant you cling onto it and hide it away you cling onto everything and you hide yourself away won't be able to find yourself again someday