2010 - 2012 Sort of Poetry by meaflowers on DeviantArt

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Spin me around again. I lost you in a blur

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Literature

How does it feel to be real?

If I ever got asked once in my life How does it feel to be real? I think I would laugh and say... "If only this world knew what I am capable of. If only this world could remember what they can make out of nothing. Because as they all say 'Nothing is real.' Why cant we think like children? Live in this fantasy of 'me.' Not Me MEa but ME. YOUR ME. Not MEA I say but whoever you feel is your way. Cant we all just practice playing pretend That we love the ones we have in this family. Practice tradition. Pretend a tradition... so we can make it into something real. Cant we start something new about happiness and finding what love feels like? Wha...

2010 - 2012 Sort of Poetry

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The Journal the dr told me to keep 2010

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When my grandmother was alive I convinced myself that my writing was almost as amazing as my art was... I might have been wrong but I dont have the heart to delete them all.

As a grown adult I understand that every human born into this life is real but some have words that are only lies, pillow talk, or hollow promises so please dont judge from the profanity's I say in here. I don't write like this anymore.

How does it feel to be real? by meaflowers, literature

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How does it feel to be real?

This PLAYLIST is KILLING MEa by meaflowers, literature

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This PLAYLIST is KILLING MEa

The stupid computer is making a click noise... it sounds like its desperately gasping for air. It reminds me of my own stupid head to much. I pull out my ipod I named melody look at the click wheel and turn up the volume. I want it blasted. I dont wanna be here. I dont wanna hear my head. I only wanna hear Isabells. Thats when I pull out this note and write the words A purple candle. It makes me realize I should probably light one I take my ipod which is on shuffle out of my ears for a second and find my lighter. I flick the BIC and light the tip of the candle and pull the one right ear piece that is still working and i hear the words "Set...

R A N T From HErLL by meaflowers, literature

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R A N T From HErLL

I am laying in a bathtub with candles lit. Theres two purple ones a white one... and a red one.The red one reminds me of when I twirl in my little red dress while casting my circles with the spirits. Red burns is the first thing I think of when I see the color. Red reminds me of blood and apples under the moonlight.Why blood? I am not suicidal. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate who I am and my fate. Though my fate tells me I am going to be okay if I do what they say. But what is fate anyway? And who are THEY to SAY?Why MEa? Why me? Why Mea? Why am I even alive anyway? If I die by self-sacrifice I know I restart. No matter what belife y...

Your like a ghost... with a body. by meaflowers, literature

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Your like a ghost... with a body.

You're like a fucking ghost. One minute you are in there. Haunting my dreams. Dragging me through the twilight zone. In one isle. Down the next. Pulling me into your cloudy rainy day peeks of sunlight. Touching your skin against mine. Pressing my body with yours against the pearly gates of heaven. Looking into my broken Irises. whispering those three soft lacy words of fate... and not "I dare you." Slowly Kissing me. As I only fucking feel the clock counting down like with the pointer finger my wrists are chained too... hickory dickory dock. Soon all I want to do is hold onto you. Take in your love more. Stop crying. Be happy forever like ...

Fuck the snow, it all should GO! by meaflowers, literature

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Fuck the snow, it all should GO!

The cracking of the surface that is placed upon this winter wonderland of snow ice and wind makes me feel better. So much more in step with my life. The northwest is frozen with your name calling mine. Or maybe that's my head being to empty but filled to the top of the capacity of you. Each crunch into the frozen surface of the perfectly untouched snow makes my brain crack more with excitement that its not perfect like me. I can take over its power to change something from perfectly perfect to perfectly imperfect. It may start off perfect and look so beautifully warm and inviting but really its freezing and burns your skin worse then a way...

Every little girl is InDIgo. by meaflowers, literature

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Every little girl is InDIgo.

Every little girl is planted as a seed. In the mothers stomache.And sacral chakra we plant the new birth of life. And we bring out the child in the growen woman. We are born. Our stem grows with water of emotions and hearts. Soon we grow branches, With thorns and for the ones our mothers cant take away. We learn to live with for ourselves. Some branches are weaker then others. Slowly we all bloom eventually, and out comes a flower. A flower of a shape. A shape of who you are. Some have leaves before our thorns though. The more powerful ones, that are a force of nature and ring like a bell but will harm none past its thorns it learned from ...