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and so, i scribble all these silly #little words. just to remind myself. how every wound tells a story. each - of forlorn beauty. that had to be lived. just as they were. to become a butterfly. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity

i was put on a pedestal. not even trying. so some lived to see me fall. from a rise i never asked for. always a target. a #bully on standby. to kick me down. my #misty eyes. gosh. teen girls were ruthless. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem #MeanGirls #Writer

was that girl. played to society. an #oasis of so-called dreams. hit wins like a steel glove in winter. a #quest to societal drain. everyone liked her. but me. so i let null parts go. like that damn steel glove. ©Memoir WIP #vss365 #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem

advancing. don't always know. tell me. do you? real. from 'generated.' automated everything. mass #slaughter. of perceptual reality. #turnstile in time. real photo? no. not? hop on a unicorn. fly. don't trot. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem

to not sellout. you have to truly believe in your art. it's easy to chameleon. into something you're not. to climb. but i'd rather let my writing burn. if it must. own the flame. than die by way of internal #slaughter. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #art #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity

no. i'm not perfect. like a porcelain plate. formal table set-up. with fork to my left. knife & #spoon to my right. i was born too enigmatic. like a black-forest-cupcake. of a moonlit #baker. flying wild in the night. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #writingcommunity #vssdaily #poetry #poem

so i learned. how dreams can be stolen. like a #thief. while i sleep. and i'm left. dead empty. riding #public transportation. destination elusive. broken dreams in my pocket. tallying loss. but. i still dream. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #writingcommunity #vssdaily #poetry #poem

they linger. unpretty things. world of greed. envy. deceit. like #wet paint. on metal. so i tumble. into my heart's #archive. & write. every-messy-thing. crushing words. of broken times. until–i don't feel it anymore. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #writingcommunity #vssdaily #poetry #poem

life. it's like that. up. down. high. low. a trampoline. to the beat of time. everything's so cyclic. #begin. stop. together. now not. forever never ends. dizzied. #tired. it's all wired. on this trampoline of life. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #poetry #poem

i want to throw-up all over. in writing. let it flow in crimson red. i can't scream in whispers. but i can write loud. and i want to. for me. but maybe you'll understand me. i think people get me better when i write. © -Memoir WIP #writingcommunity #amwriting #poetry #poem #quote

5pm-coffee. tastes better. at night. i'm most alive. method in its #rhyme. all asleep. i dream awake. drowning worded pages. my life. riddled mazes. young was easy #fun. then. into memoir-worth it spun. turn the page. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #writingcommunity #poetry #poem

it always seemed big. life. but not like this. as a #kid. i didn't know. justice was #breached. at nearly every corner. or how i was born into a world. that tries to strangle. creative freedom. with our first breath. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem

i'll finish it. share it all. like when my heart became an #attic. ghosts wandered at night. & how life's promises wilted. a #farm of loss. scribble my memoir. a lovely disaster of grace. yes–i'll finish it. someday. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem

maybe i loved myself enough. to dare live that way. solitude my #guide. closest i've been to kissing freedom. gypsy-spirit. a vagabond-dream chaser. electric #buzz. arriving in each new city. that i was born to leave. ©-Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem

think about. all i left #unread. like dust. in corners. vacant rooms. people. chances. love swept away. while riding society's #creek. of empty promises. get so tired. tasting regret. of dusty corners. all unread. © -Memoir WIP #vss365 #vssdaily #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem