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Patty P Jul 2018
a snippet of a memory
still tries to pick lock my thoughts.
leaving me with a jealous sea of unwanted, played emotions.
it's all a paradox.
a senseless act.
its like a bipolar mechanism that my mind plays and sets to record.
there's nothing more than what I extremely hate on those memories, or what i like to call them. "the hurtful files".
why does my brain punish me this way, no matter what i do, they always find ways to come back, like magnets.
Patty P Jul 2018
The planes in the sky look dwarf size, compare to the large skies.
Swallowing the blue atheist clouds
all spotless
as the ocean sparkles, flirting with the blazing sun, flirting with sailing ships as they smoothly take their leave.
Hypnotizing the captains onto their long journey on this massive 70% part of water they are on.
they are seen somewhere along the lines of the horizon
in the Atlantic ocean leaving with the sun at 7:52 PM  with 17 seconds.
The black haired beauty is seen, with a beige round hat wearing a long black dress, fleeing into the black hole sun.

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­Les avions dans le ciel ressemblent à la taille des nains, comparés aux grands cieux.
Avaler les nuages ​​athées bleus
tout impeccable
alors que l'océan scintille, flirtant avec le soleil flamboyant, flirtant avec des voiliers alors qu'ils partent tranquillement.
Hypnotiser les capitaines sur leur long voyage sur cette énorme partie de soixante dix pour cent d'eau qu'ils sont.
ils sont vus quelque part le long des lignes de l'horizon
dans l'océan Atlantique laissant au soleil à 19h52 avec 17 secondes.
On voit la beauté aux cheveux noirs, avec un chapeau rond beige portant une longue robe noire, fuyant dans le soleil du trou noir.
Patty P Jul 2018

Under the cancer star
i wish you well.
under the cancer moon,
i bid you adieu.
under the cancer sun,
you better run.

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*Debajo de la estrella del cáncer
te deseo lo mejor.
debajo de la luna del cáncer,
Te digo adiós.
debajo de la estrella del cáncer,
ama a dios.
Patty P May 2018
my own happiness is me

i make myself happy.

no one relys on my mood.

it's all me.

i'm my own partner

my own soulmate.

i celebrate me.

i don't need a man to complete me.

i complete myself.

i choose myself over anyone.

i am enough.

i love me.
Patty P Apr 2018
I walked stumbling around in this city, that's still awake.
mumbling my poetry out to the moon.
with the star lights mocking me, laughing at me, while i drool.
mixed faces.
twisted minds.
the sun is gone.
I found a pond.
dizzy and unstable.
believe it or not.
evil world.
it's hard to sleep.
the fog.
the quiet.
it all repeats.
the strange boy's breath on my neck, hot and heavy
can't think straight.
a long sad epilogue to my virginity.
faith has a way, been keeping score.
track your games and i'll track mines.
don't show your face, cause i don't wanna see it.
makes me sick, makes me wanna die.
like they say, I don't **** with you anymore.
so don't come back for more.
Emotional word full poem. Hope you  all catch the meaning behind it.
Patty P Mar 2018
the sounds we make
the sounds i hear
the waves of the sounds
prolongs in my whisky ear
the quiet in my living room
is my favorite of them all.
red glasses peak from the tops of the book covering the black haired beauty's face.
tiny flips of the pages is heard, from inside the study of hers...
long night it was, the hours mocking at her,
as she signed throughout the night.
tired, and heart broken.
with all of that
she felt overwhelmed.
every memory she remembered
of him.
it hurt.
but the quiet was driving her insane.
he isn't communicating as much...
it doesn't feel right
something is off, with him.
she holds her book as she tosses it to the side
hearing it slide across the wooden floors, eventually stopping
against the wall.
it was the quiet
the space between them both.
what is happening?" she questioned in her mind.
she got up, kicking off the covers onto the floor
she paced her study, rubbing the temples of her head.
back and forth
is the how she illustrated her thoughts.
uncanny and apprehensive describe her issue with him.
but the quiet
where was her music?
where was her sound?
who muted her?
who took her words away?
who took her voice away?
.............................................
it was the quiet.

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