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The Fate of the Cold Hearted

The matter of fact words

On her bitter tongue

That always stung

No matter the discomfort

I was always there

Even with her icey blue stare

The matter of fact words

On her pale cold lips

Always left small chips

She strived to consume our beating hearts

But we refused to ever depart

Driving a stake through her cruel icy blue heart

Eggy shirt

on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt

Silent Silver Rain

Why can’t anyone see the rain clouds

With all my raindrops on the school grounds

Even among the thundering crowds

Not a single umbrella can be found

I always tried to avoid the puddles from the rain

But such attempts have always been in vain

Leaving me to shiver from the cold wet pain

I’ll try to find the sun so I won’t complain

Why can no one see the storm clouds in the sky

With all the water works in my eyes

There was only sunless silver skies

But I would say it was sunny sky blue and lie

I now have more sunny sky blue days

After being freed from the high school grays

I can bask in the warmth of the sun's rays

As I have found manies caring gaze

Thank you guys so much! Tumblr has been a real motivator to keep me writing and creating even when I’m busy and going through a creative funk. Thank you guys for all the support and giving me something to look forward to. I really appreciate you guys :)

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The fact "empaths" don't have empathy for childhood trauma survivors (ASPD, NPD, systems) is funny actually.

The Heart

Oh what is the heart

Passionately beating in the chest

Lying in the creation of art

Most akin to the souls crest

Hearthstone of the body and mind

Where warm hardy flesh lies

Center of vitality for all kind

The reason we continue to rise

Oh what is the heart

The lifeblood of all needed protest

Often ignored by oppressors in part

Heavy closed hitter in the oppressed

The heart is many things to find

Whether an organ or symbol to the wise

Perception changing as it becomes more defined

Never perfectly clear where it truly lies