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gas station princess
in chipped orange nail polish with
bleeding knees &
no place to call home-
you’re dripping mascara like
forsaken eyelash wishes
staring into the horizon nostalgic
your smiles laced with sadness
pretty girl in golden armour, you took
shears to your fern hair
and went chop chop chop
you locked yourself in bathrooms &
turned all the lights off
you’re an endangered species,
but you’re nothing if not endurant;
diamonds shine through gutter grills and
some sorts of beautiful
can never be broken
goddess girl, you were born jagged.
in chipped orange nail polish with
bleeding knees &
no place to call home-
you’re dripping mascara like
forsaken eyelash wishes
staring into the horizon nostalgic
your smiles laced with sadness
pretty girl in golden armour, you took
shears to your fern hair
and went chop chop chop
you locked yourself in bathrooms &
turned all the lights off
you’re an endangered species,
but you’re nothing if not endurant;
diamonds shine through gutter grills and
some sorts of beautiful
can never be broken
goddess girl, you were born jagged.
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Life As Seasons
Warm lights glowing
Through the trees,
Porch lights fading.
The Autumn breeze
Hiding secrets,
How it seems.
Memories?
Or merely dreams?
The world against me
At my back,
I gave up fighting
Their attacks.
Slowly letting
The rain sink in,
Walking a trail
Of where I've been.
Waiting silently,
On leaf covered ground.
Autumn passes,
Not a sound.
Life stills
In winter's cold
But I journey on
As trails grow old
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memoirs
neon trees / weed / bad coffee:
i threw that suicide VHS tape in the trash, because
i couldn't stuff it down my throat. either way,
i think it's a pretty valuable lesson.
the sunrise looks so pixelated from here. i guess
god didn't make the sky in 1080p after all
but that's what i've got left
or i could spend my life in the empty room
comparing the gaps left by people who have died
and people who have walked away.
-
god texts me saying sorry about the sky. i'm just so tired.
i tell her, it's okay. me too. what are next week's lottery numbers?
to collect every pixel for new VIP heaven
would take every defibrillated heart and then som
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go gentle into that good night
i smell tears and fresh asphalt. it is six in the
evening between day and dusk. between loving
and losing. you are a prerequisite for me
no longer -
but still i adore you from afar. i can no longer
look at my old narnia books with their cracked
spines the same way; c s lewis reminds me of
you, and the unfinished book about god i had to
give back before i was ready to say goodbye -
you took my childhood from me and yet it
lingers by my side, untouched. will i ever love
so thoroughly again? ever again look at
someone and want so heavily, and so delicately,
as if every pore of my being down to the very
marrow of my bones was merely
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i've been on this site for an year today, wheee!!!
anyway here's a poem (:
written on 27th April, 2017 >>>
©a-girl-named-divine // all rights reserved
anyway here's a poem (:
written on 27th April, 2017 >>>
©a-girl-named-divine // all rights reserved
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Happy anniversary, as late as I am! What an awesome piece to celebrate that with~