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why must we be
limited
by this creature
we call home?

why do we have to
settle for what
this can do?

why must we go through
so
much
to feel happy?

why do we have to
exist
at all?

why can't we just
go and live
in our dreams?

why do we have to
wake up?

why can't we keep
dreaming?
body dysphoria getting worse :)
dreams
crows
and corvids
perched on
gravestones
running
faster
until takeoff
sprouting
seeds
trees growing

i would fly
soar
above the world
if i could
just keep from waking up
dreams
 Jan 14 Bree17
Immortality
To be a star,
you must burn.

To be a flower,
you must blossom.

To be art,
you must be created.

To be music,
you must be played.

To be a river,
you must flow.

But to be a lover,
you may not be loved.
I think love should never be conditional...

I’m not perfect, and maybe I’m the most complicated and imperfect girl.
Anddd... a lot of people dislike me and give sarcastic comment for that, buttttt.... my parents and siblings love me unconditionally <3...I thank God every day for it.
It's not about quantity of people, but quality of love, for me..... hehehe..... :)

Remember,
You are never alone; there’s always someone with you.
Maybe it’s just you who are too focused on what's in front of you and haven’t noticed the one standing beside you.
I could never be a lawyer,
Not because I couldn't lie.
I can lie plenty,
Whether or not it's right.

But I couldn't stand to see,
When an innocent victim.
Gets blamed,
And there was nothing I could do,
Because the judge can't see.
I don't know how they do it.
 Jan 13 Bree17
Cyndi Allens
A man stands on the side of the road
eyeing you on your walk home from work.
You've been here before.
He whistles.
"Hey, pretty lady!
What's a sweet thing like you
doing out so late?"
Walk faster.
Keep your eyes on the ground.
Maybe if you pretend you don't hear him
he'll leave you alone.
 Jan 13 Bree17
BipolarBear
'I think we should stay friends.'
I knew this was coming.
And yet these words sting like
shards of ice to tired eyes.

My heart freezes over,
but my legs slowly melt.
Now knee-deep in defeat,  
I curse the day I fell.
 Jan 13 Bree17
BipolarBear
You made me a poet my dear;
forever inspired with you near.
Alas, you took it all and left -
my rhyming words your greatest theft.
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