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Dec 2015 Bunhead17

11:23 AM.

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Z

11:23 AM.

what a curse it is,

to have a conscience that constricts you from what goes on.

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

My Soulmate, My King! (Happy 1st Monthsary My King <3)

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Earl Jane

My Soulmate, My King! (Happy 1st Monthsary My King <3)

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I love you so much,
I am happiest with you,
My soulmate, My King.

with love <3

© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

For Brandon <3

Our first monthsary was Sept.9, we have different time now, mine is Sept. 10 morning now and to him is Sept.9 night. But even though we are just 1 month, I felt like I have known him forever. And with that I do believe we are really preordained. Oh how i love him a lot!!! I wrote so many like a letter form but I am just so busy with exams and have not finish it... I am already so stressed with my mathematics, but I am doing my super best to make time for him. Just even have 2 hours sleep now and that we talk early morning at 1:00am my time onwards.. I am so glad to talk to him. I really love him so much. I might not write a lot of poems for him, but I do chat him lots and make time for him even with my busy life as engineering student. I am most blessed to have him. I love him sooo much, my king, my soulmate, my all, my husband. ayeheeeee <3 ME MOOOSTTTT KING!! ME MOOSSTT!!

#haiku #forever #king #queen #monthsary #brandon #watashi-no-ai #preordained

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

I'm Just A Wannabe ·Poet·

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Neex

I'm Just A Wannabe ·Poet·

I don't plan,
I don't choose the number of syllables,
I just write.

My rhymes are rare,
I don't plan them,
If they come,
They're there,
Cuz I just write.

If something comes to mind,
I just write.

It's all from my mind,
With inspiration from my heart,
So I write.

I don't get writer's block,
I get an empty heart,
In those times,
I don't write.

I'm not a poet,
I'm just that girl,
Who writes,
Cuz it's hard for her to speak,
And it's easier to,
*Just write.

It's just what it is.

#poetry #truth #poet #be #i #*** #just #wanna #honestly

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

perks of being a wallflower

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Julia Elise

perks of being a wallflower

dear friend,
trying to participate
falling and failing epically
perks of being seemingly invisible
to the only one you see

don't want to wake up on your own
so you accept the love you think you deserve
put them first and now you know
this is how a wallflower grows

your friends they see it, live it, breathe it
smokey parties and poorly lit rooms
synthetic happiness, the only way to get by
fragile hopes and dreams

you know everyone and no one
watching their daily lives happen
but nobody stops it takes a second look
at your wilting petals and falling leaves

below average, psychos together
"welcome to the island of misfit toys"
somehow a place of belonging
and now in this moment, you feel infinite

love always,

Based on the book and movie

#love #movie #book #invisible #wallflower #perksofbeingawallflower #lovealways

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

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Dec 2015 Bunhead17

m i a

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we were never really in love
we were only in love
with the idea that we were in love.

when your brain is dead, and you come up with thiis lel <3

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Devon Webb

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.

We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

It's worth it though.

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Untitled

Dec 2015 Bunhead17

Zac Walter

Untitled

I go on Facebook
And see all the horribleness of this world
Misery really does love company