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Promise yourself
that you will do things
right this time
Swear to yourself that
you really can keep
promises
Tell yourself that you
have what it takes -
that you're only failing
because you aren't
trying hard enough
But repeat to yourself more often that
sometimes it really isn't your fault -
sometimes the teacher is terrible
or you didn't have time to eat
or you were just too tired
to function
Tell yourself that you
know what you're doing.
Tell yourself that you
are prepared to fly
even if your wings are
only half-built
Tell yourself that you'll
finish them
tomorrow
And if you ever catch
yourself breaking down,
god, just don't stop running
or else you'll realize
that your lungs are
starved for oxygen
Just repeat while breathless,
"I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.
I am okay-"
Write across your collarbone:
"I am not trash.
I am enough.
I deserve to be happy.
I am perfect and
nothing needs fixing."
Everything's the fault of
the rest of the world
that you will do things
right this time
Swear to yourself that
you really can keep
promises
Tell yourself that you
have what it takes -
that you're only failing
because you aren't
trying hard enough
But repeat to yourself more often that
sometimes it really isn't your fault -
sometimes the teacher is terrible
or you didn't have time to eat
or you were just too tired
to function
Tell yourself that you
know what you're doing.
Tell yourself that you
are prepared to fly
even if your wings are
only half-built
Tell yourself that you'll
finish them
tomorrow
And if you ever catch
yourself breaking down,
god, just don't stop running
or else you'll realize
that your lungs are
starved for oxygen
Just repeat while breathless,
"I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.
I am okay-"
Write across your collarbone:
"I am not trash.
I am enough.
I deserve to be happy.
I am perfect and
nothing needs fixing."
Everything's the fault of
the rest of the world
Literature
a hospital bird with soot in her lungs
she slept through a car crash
that almost killed her.
through whitewhite walls,
and dreams
where her lover dies.nobody thought she'd make it,
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway;
trying to remember how to start all over,but forgetting to remember how to live.fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
of not-quite-cold-enough-for-snow.to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady handsshe st...
Literature
SHIP WRECKED ON THE MOON
Twenty leagues beneath the pack ice
All patched up in a mermaids quilt
underneath the seafloors bed
Lunar dust in my eyes
Drowning in atmospheres of azure
Pools of tidal blues adrift silvery halos
Afloat the milky way arched spirals
the incoming tide
All washed up on the sands of time
Counting down shooting stars
in the hourglass
Of sandcastles in the sky
Diving into a dream into the
astral realms of interstellar clouds
Forever lost in the background static
of microwaves and radio waves
Jammed in band widths of frequency infrared
Literature
Slip
"I shan't be remembered" she sighed in to the chilly night air. The cold puffs of her breath nodded back at her as they dissipated.
"Funny..." She thought. She didn't feel a thing when she hit the earth.
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I liked the poem (I enjoyed the positive spirit of it) but I disagree with the last two lines. Some things, yes, but not every thing 