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have you ever woken up and not thought anything at all?
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somtimes i find myself thinking that 'it'd be fun to go and stand out in the rain' so i do. but once i'm out there i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be invigorating to take off my clothes' so i do. but once i've done that, i find myself thinking 'wouldn't it be beautiful to climb on the rooftop', so i do. and then once i'm standing there, i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be magical to fall in love' and so i try. i try and try and try but i can't. and so there i am, standing naked on my rooftop in the rain trying to fall in love.
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sometimes i find myself imagining that all we are made of is the same thing that makes us always face the same way in the shower. i think sometimes we're made of the things that tell our brain to go outside, to run. i think we're made of the same thing that makes us left or right handed, and the same thing that allows some people to kick a ball and others to not be able to. but then i realise, we're just made of molecules and atoms bound together by forces we'll never really understand, so we'll never really understand who we are.
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but maybe that's all we need to be, naked and alone and vunerable, trying to fall in love. maybe all we need to be is molecules and atoms and chemical reactions and electrical pulses. maybe all i need to do is stop trying.
but in the end, i'll always end up alone and vunerable, because i don't understand what i really am. who i really am. i don't understand.
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do you ever wake up and find yourself needing to be alone without yoursef?
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somtimes i find myself thinking that 'it'd be fun to go and stand out in the rain' so i do. but once i'm out there i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be invigorating to take off my clothes' so i do. but once i've done that, i find myself thinking 'wouldn't it be beautiful to climb on the rooftop', so i do. and then once i'm standing there, i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be magical to fall in love' and so i try. i try and try and try but i can't. and so there i am, standing naked on my rooftop in the rain trying to fall in love.
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sometimes i find myself imagining that all we are made of is the same thing that makes us always face the same way in the shower. i think sometimes we're made of the things that tell our brain to go outside, to run. i think we're made of the same thing that makes us left or right handed, and the same thing that allows some people to kick a ball and others to not be able to. but then i realise, we're just made of molecules and atoms bound together by forces we'll never really understand, so we'll never really understand who we are.
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but maybe that's all we need to be, naked and alone and vunerable, trying to fall in love. maybe all we need to be is molecules and atoms and chemical reactions and electrical pulses. maybe all i need to do is stop trying.
but in the end, i'll always end up alone and vunerable, because i don't understand what i really am. who i really am. i don't understand.
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do you ever wake up and find yourself needing to be alone without yoursef?
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You and I,
we're a stunted little paragraph blowing in the wind,
full of maybes and we could have beens.
We're winter nights dancing through the sky,
dreaming of warmth and summer, burntskin sunscreen.
We're fruits hanging from a tree,
ripe with promise and fearing bitter seeds.
We're dripping photographs in darkrooms waiting to become something beautiful.
You and I, we're not fancy like fireworks. Sparks
are the little lights that dance between us when we smile.
Sparks are private things and they shine more prettily
when no one else can see them except you and me.
So when I write poetry about us,
it won't be about mountains and kisses
and
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promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
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compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
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sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
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i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
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um. yeah.
rain makes me think like this
rain makes me think like this
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That last line is perfection, it really is.
I really like this piece. ^^
I really like this piece. ^^