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(Source: luckyeahshelsilverstein)
(Source: luckyeahshelsilverstein)
Write until it hurts
As only then
Does the writing
Really begin.
We are all
Angels
Born without
Wings
Learning how
To fly.
My actions cannot be retracted,
though they were harsh and robust.
The stars were against us, my dear;
it was never a breach of trust.We could have easily broken the mold
with their plans made public through constellations
painfully arranged across the vast skyline;
we could have set our own rules and regulations.Nebula laced with opportunities,
deep in the interstellar space,
could have been the resolution
to retrograding to our natural pace.Check out more of my poetry here.
I am tearing down the walls I built,
for I have found a cure for your disease.
I have been locked up in this quarantine,
but this vaccine will fix me with ease.To finally see the outside world
is quite the novelty these days.
It all seems to be so brand new,
now that I’m finally out of this haze.I know I’ll never be protected.
My heart is never to be secure.
There are sure to be more like you;
more diseases I’ll have to endure.But I’m ready to tackle them all.
I’m ready to feel their wrath.
I’m ready to build up more walls
when I see them come down that path.- Daniela Louise
This poem couldn’t be more accurate today! I feel fuckin brand new.
I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s creation.
I control all the outcomes,
in my exclusive narration.Too long have I been love stained,
needing to be pure once more.
Who knows how many opportunities
were left waiting by the door.I had failed as a writer,
but now I’m back for revenge.
My pen knows what’s best,
pushing sadness off a ledge.No longer will I be
a damsel in distress,
but now a fair maiden
putting suitors to the test.I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s conspiracy.
From now on my outcomes
will consist only of prosperity.Check out more of my poetry here.
It literally just flowed tonight. Finally found a reader, so I shall post it soon! :D
The beauty of subtraction
Is that loss can give you
More than it takes away.
Living low on the streets
with not a penny to my name;
you were too emotionally expensive,
causing me to bankrupt in shame.I’d like to make a large return
for all the love I have spent
on such an undeserving soul
who didn’t care for what it meant.Maybe further down the line,
I’ll have a chance to reinvest,
and our love will finally flourish
like no one would have guessed.But we can’t predict the future,
so until then I’m stuck in poverty;
stealing that amount of love
must be considered robbery.Check out more of my poetry here.
All my regulars are offline. I hate posting without a few readers taking a look first. Blasdiohasde.
