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Inspirational Words For New Beginnings

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Inspirational Words For New Beginnings

I never thought It would be a pair Of hands that soothed The hurricanes in my Chest, Autumn eyes taking in Scars and bruises and Misconceptions, molding These faults and flaws Into strengths. I never knew that having Fingers on my throat could Teach me how to breathe again, Teach me how to love again, Unconditionally. Thank you.

Poor Atlas

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Poor Atlas

It's midnight and I'm Lighting the end of my own Suicide, inhaling poison And trying to exhale poetry. I'm trying to remind myself That roses can still grow in Graveyards and the tombstones Under my skin are not ugly. Memories are a beast of a burden But I wouldn't trade the nightmares For ignorance, the bruises for bliss, Life lessons for peace of mind. Broken does not mean defeated, And even if there are cracks in This weathered heart, it's still Beating, and I'm still Breathing.

Sad Poetry For Sad Times

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Sad Poetry For Sad Times

I've got the whole world Resting on my shoulders, like Atlas reborn, and it's sadness Is an open wound in my chest, Gaping, right next to my heart. Life is a goddamn beautiful Disaster and I can hear every Birth and mourning cry like Cathedral bells ringing in My own head. I can feel their freedom Cries shrieking down my spine, Threatening to tear through My skin, threatening to Lay my bones bare. And I weep for them.

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Rage Is Not Kind

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Rage Is Not Kind

Rage is not kind. Having a cemetery between Your thighs is not romantic, Bruises shaped like (his) hands Are not beautiful. Wanting to carve 'regret' Into your skin a thousand times, So the coroner can write 'broken Heart' under cause of death in His little notebook, is not Admirable. [Drowning the memories in rum Blurs the lines but my god it can't Erase the whole picture.]

1:24 A.M

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1:24 A.M

It's 1:24 a.m and I can still feel the Bruises on my neck, your Fingers on my thighs, and It's like the tombstones In my rib cage are breaking And reforming all over again. All the whiskey in the world Couldn't make me forget how The moon turned her back on Me that night, how the stars Themselves shivered but Showed no mercy. [I hope regret tastes just as Bitter on your tongue as it Does on mine.]

Vindicta

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Vindicta

Drinking to forget isn't As easy as it sounds when You look down into that Bottle and see the shadows Under your own eyes. When you feel his fingers On your neck even though You know there's a thousand Miles, galaxies, oceans Between you. When you look in the mirror And see your own ghost hovering Over your shoulder, mumbling Hail Mary's you didn't know You knew. But Mary isn't here, And all you've got is the spite In your smile and the bottle You're holding in your palm Like a lifeline. [Don't let yourself drown just Yet, love, there's more fight left In you than you know.]

Malefactum

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Malefactum

i. You left a graveyard Between my thighs. ii. You touched me, scorched me, Left me hollow on these Hallowed grounds. iii. All the whiskey in the world Couldn't erase the bruises From my neck or the hurricanes In my chest and iv. I will never forgive you.

Rx

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Rx

They said they could calm The storms under my skin with Pills, tablets, a prescription For (broken) I-love-you's. They said my smile was too Bright, but they didn't look Close enough - they didn't see The monsters behind my teeth. Cracks in old armor are easy To miss (especially when your Eyes are closed) but what Do I know? [What could I possibly know About my own demons.]

What I Know

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What I Know

You asked me once, "What do you know?" I know that you can't Escape life without scarred Knuckles or scarred wrists Of a scarred heart. I know that bitter gin Makes for bitter tears and Bitter poetry, scrawled in The margins of a diary at 3 a.m. And I know that the sun, The moon, the stars do not Think less of you for your Battle-worn frame. They won't forsake you For the hollowness in your eyes Or the ghosts in your smile, No. They will still shine for you.
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Inspirational Words For New Beginnings

I

Inspirational Words For New Beginnings

I never thought It would be a pair Of hands that soothed The hurricanes in my Chest, Autumn eyes taking in Scars and bruises and Misconceptions, molding These faults and flaws Into strengths. I never knew that having Fingers on my throat could Teach me how to breathe again, Teach me how to love again, Unconditionally. Thank you.

Poor Atlas

P

Poor Atlas

It's midnight and I'm Lighting the end of my own Suicide, inhaling poison And trying to exhale poetry. I'm trying to remind myself That roses can still grow in Graveyards and the tombstones Under my skin are not ugly. Memories are a beast of a burden But I wouldn't trade the nightmares For ignorance, the bruises for bliss, Life lessons for peace of mind. Broken does not mean defeated, And even if there are cracks in This weathered heart, it's still Beating, and I'm still Breathing.

Sad Poetry For Sad Times

S

Sad Poetry For Sad Times

I've got the whole world Resting on my shoulders, like Atlas reborn, and it's sadness Is an open wound in my chest, Gaping, right next to my heart. Life is a goddamn beautiful Disaster and I can hear every Birth and mourning cry like Cathedral bells ringing in My own head. I can feel their freedom Cries shrieking down my spine, Threatening to tear through My skin, threatening to Lay my bones bare. And I weep for them.

Rage Is Not Kind

R

Rage Is Not Kind

Rage is not kind. Having a cemetery between Your thighs is not romantic, Bruises shaped like (his) hands Are not beautiful. Wanting to carve 'regret' Into your skin a thousand times, So the coroner can write 'broken Heart' under cause of death in His little notebook, is not Admirable. [Drowning the memories in rum Blurs the lines but my god it can't Erase the whole picture.]

1:24 A.M

A

1:24 A.M

It's 1:24 a.m and I can still feel the Bruises on my neck, your Fingers on my thighs, and It's like the tombstones In my rib cage are breaking And reforming all over again. All the whiskey in the world Couldn't make me forget how The moon turned her back on Me that night, how the stars Themselves shivered but Showed no mercy. [I hope regret tastes just as Bitter on your tongue as it Does on mine.]

Vindicta

V

Vindicta

Drinking to forget isn't As easy as it sounds when You look down into that Bottle and see the shadows Under your own eyes. When you feel his fingers On your neck even though You know there's a thousand Miles, galaxies, oceans Between you. When you look in the mirror And see your own ghost hovering Over your shoulder, mumbling Hail Mary's you didn't know You knew. But Mary isn't here, And all you've got is the spite In your smile and the bottle You're holding in your palm Like a lifeline. [Don't let yourself drown just Yet, love, there's more fight left In you than you know.]

Malefactum

M

Malefactum

i. You left a graveyard Between my thighs. ii. You touched me, scorched me, Left me hollow on these Hallowed grounds. iii. All the whiskey in the world Couldn't erase the bruises From my neck or the hurricanes In my chest and iv. I will never forgive you.

Rx

R

Rx

They said they could calm The storms under my skin with Pills, tablets, a prescription For (broken) I-love-you's. They said my smile was too Bright, but they didn't look Close enough - they didn't see The monsters behind my teeth. Cracks in old armor are easy To miss (especially when your Eyes are closed) but what Do I know? [What could I possibly know About my own demons.]

What I Know

W

What I Know

You asked me once, "What do you know?" I know that you can't Escape life without scarred Knuckles or scarred wrists Of a scarred heart. I know that bitter gin Makes for bitter tears and Bitter poetry, scrawled in The margins of a diary at 3 a.m. And I know that the sun, The moon, the stars do not Think less of you for your Battle-worn frame. They won't forsake you For the hollowness in your eyes Or the ghosts in your smile, No. They will still shine for you.

Mama

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Mama

Mama there's a war going On under my skin - it's Making my veins burn And my eyes blur. The whiskey is making my Tongue too heavy and My heart too light, mama, My armor is cracking. I'm tearing at the seams. The offerings on the altar Of my lungs are dying and the Gods have turned away their faces. [Mother Mary can't save me now.]

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Welcome aboard. My name is Grady. I am 20 years of age, I live in Kentucky, and I like to write poetry. Just about every poem I've ever written is in my gallery, since I really didn't start to write until I joined dA. I am a witch and reader of Tarot cards. My pronouns are he/his or they/them.

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Favourite Movies
The Hobbit, The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Big Hero 6
Favourite TV Shows
Steven Universe
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Pentatonix, Flornce + The Machine, Halsey
Favourite Books
Redwall (Brian Jacques), The Last Unicorn (Peter S. Beagle),
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Brian Jacques
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Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
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MagicFurHobbyist Digital Artist
Woah, this is an OLD profile! 
(love your stuff though!)
Thank you for :+fav:ing 'Flowers in the rain' :D
Flowers in the rain by Deb-e-ann
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You're welcome. ^^
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Thank you for :+fav:ing 'Male and Female' :D
Male and Female by Deb-e-ann
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You're very welcome. <3