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May 10, 2016 07:37PM
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[ 02. ] GUIDELINES.
( i. ) ▸ comments are allowed, just not in abundance, please. i don't want this journal to be flooded by fifteen consecutive comments of conversation.
( ii. ) ▸ there might be swearing; either skip it or deal with it. there might be triggers; if so, i'll be placing warnings accordingly on a post.
( iii. ) ▸ seeing as i'll be posting my own work for everyone to see, i will be trusting readers to not steal my work nor claim it as their own. if that still happens however, there will be hell to pay.
( iv. ) ▸ for any inquiries, or if you simply want to have a chat, pm-ing me works best.
[ 03. ] NOW PLAYING.
( i. ) ▸ cliff's edge -- hayley kiyoko
... i wanna feel that sea breeze
( ii. ) ▸ house of memories -- panic! at the disco
... memories turn into daydreams
( iii. ) ▸ inside out -- the chainsmokers
... bend your chest open so i can read your heart
( iv. ) ▸ conqueror -- aurora
... just like in fiction, in every addiction
( v. ) ▸ jet pack blues -- fall out boy
... the sweetness never lasts, you know
( vi. ) ▸ music of the night -- ramin karimloo
... darkness stirs and wakes imagination
( vii. ) ▸ roman holiday -- halsey
... and we know that we're headstrong
( viii. ) ▸ budapest -- george ezra
... my many artifacts, the list goes on
i thought i'd find paradise by your side
but i guess even angels have things to hide.
maybe that's why you won't let me inside;
you don't have to let your hubris preside.
but it seems even angels need a guide.
now only if you'd let go of your pride
and see me beyond your walls outside,
reaching out to you across the divide.
— this is why angels fall | c.m.
( i. )
soaking up words from a sea of thoughts
but i've too little ink to make the notes.
pen as a tool, mind as my guide,
teach me how to clear the tide.
( ii. )
constellations mar the night sky
but lovingly, i reach out and sigh.
a human like me can only dream so much;
teach me so the stars i may touch.
to be continued.
— to teach and tell | c.m.
when will you realize that here i still remain,
standing raw in the raging rain?
or do you really just plan to say goodbye
then leave me stranded in the storm's eye?
— excerpt, braving the storm | c.m.
OMG YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESOK OK OK This is epic and I love it
this really is good thomy poetry is all shitty
well i don't write much poetry, mostly just random metaphors, so i don't have much to post. i think i might have some in my old notebooks tho.
i still have it, but i figured it was a little too much...and i also found this poem/song thing here
except with more rhyming and less randomness
ah i understand now. i hide my trashy self so it seems like im the best
tumblr has exposed many things about me
001. microfiction ;
she tore her skin away from her breast and was stunned to see nothing in the bleeding, dark chasm. she thought that if she had a heart, it'd be as cold and black as the abyss that was her chest.
002. microfiction ;
she was brave enough to walk down memory lane, but not brave enough to knock on the doors of the houses lined down the street, where her demons resided.
