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I never liked shaving,

a blade in my hand,

scraping across body hair

that never asked to be gone.

They called it *****,

so I was *****.

I carved at my skin,

slicing away

the girl they wanted me to be.

The girl I was told to become.

Now my armpits are hairy,

the razor’s long dead,

rotting in its plastic grave.

And me?

I don’t care anymore.
I think this feels more like a statement than a poem. I just don’t know what I am stating.
Awaken to a cloud filled sky

Memories of blue hide away

Fire tinged wisps hug the horizon

As countless gods cry

For another angel lost it's wings today

A battle raises; heaven's uprisen

A flash of lightning declares the war

Many unexpected things are in store

As the trees shake their branches

To keep our evil minds at bay

And the tear drops soak our skin
he looked at me
and asked what I was hiding from

and it’s hard to wrap 74 layers of grief into a 5 word answer

so i smile
and give a little shrug

letting go of his hand

for the last time
god I hope you kiss me
like that song
you know the one
the one your thinking of right now
yes you

the one you already can hear
with a little smile

and maybe one or three very good memories
Life: don't worry
about the know-how:
first apply your heart
you'll find it somehow

living is not science
the latter's not the wisdom-crown:
lean on your feelings and intuition
they will not let you down
Life is made up
of the 'yes 'and 'no'-
alas ! Most don't know
which to follow
 Sep 1 PhantomDreamer
Kai
Lately I’ve been testing fate
Numbness ‘til it’s late

Lately I’ve grown so fond
Of heartbeats skipping like a song

When roots grow out of a withered spine,
Do they birth new life?

When cracks split and flow,
Where is blood supposed to go?

Life or death,
Whatever’s best

Pulled apart this flesh
And laid this spine to rest
Hi
she is sad
as nobody seems
to read her poems
she has much to say
but her words remain unheard
not knowing what to do
she begins to wonders
if she really is a poet
or just pretends to be one
she hopes
he will make
the first move

he hopes
she will make
the first move

last time
when I saw them
they were both
still hoping
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