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She was the ocean-eyed girl, spending her time weaving intricate stories while sitting in front of the TV. The TV was her life. There she traveled to the moon, to Egypt, to a world where everything was perfect in its own imperfect way. Drama was dramatized in the TV. Families were perfect in the TV. People won big in the TV.
So she watched, and her eyes were drained of the ocean and eventually died, dragging her with them.
Because she didn't know she was sinking into the world of lies and flashing lights, which whispered stories in the night, beckoning to come a little closer, listen a little harder. And eventually, her world changed to pixels. But she didn't mind.
After all, who doesn't prefer life in HD?
So she watched, and her eyes were drained of the ocean and eventually died, dragging her with them.
Because she didn't know she was sinking into the world of lies and flashing lights, which whispered stories in the night, beckoning to come a little closer, listen a little harder. And eventually, her world changed to pixels. But she didn't mind.
After all, who doesn't prefer life in HD?
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Failure
She was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telli
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i survived.
i am from a yellow slide in my backyard.
i am from fresh-brewed iced tea
and monday night tv.
i am from the strawberry-place.
i am from the pink and green cushions
the yellow high-heeled shoe
i remember sitting on so many nights.
i'm from six-dollar lunches,
and the shack next to the river,
from paths in the woods and
a marathon down my street.
i'm from knuckle smacks with a ruler
and notebooks full of doodles,
from my brother's tests taped to the fridge.
i'm from
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So, I lied.
I am a poet.
At least,
that's what my
skin tells me when
I bleed.
I'm slowly melting into
bed sheets not worth
lying in twice.
Half sick of shadows,
I think I've lost my mind.
My thoughts are s p i n n i n g
and my bones are shaking.
But I keep repeating re-peating
repeating your name like a mantra.
All I want to do is sleep.
But you see,
I bleed more than red
and there is this ink pen
digging through my skin.
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TV is a waste of time, in my opinon.
TV is a waste of time, in my opinon.
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I love videogames, but TV is boring unless it's a cartoon to me... :/