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i think that i
might be dreaming;
someone said that when
you die in your
sleep, angels carry you
to heaven—
a
l
l
i
n
g
sensation when i go
to sleep at night
that likes attract but
i thought that everyone
said that opposites desire
each other; bodies so cold,
numb at the touch,
i know he's not in
love with me but it
doesn't matter anymore
taste
my
fingertips,
don't
they
remind
you
of
paint
(i consist of art)
oh,
and art got
stolen from
me; the thieves
ran through my
art gallery and
stole my masterpiece
they
stole
my
sense
might be dreaming;
someone said that when
you die in your
sleep, angels carry you
to heaven—
- is that why i have
a
l
l
i
n
g
sensation when i go
to sleep at night
my words taste dry
and i imagine myself
with a red nose and
red cheeks all the
time because that's
what i look like when
i cry:
and i imagine myself
with a red nose and
red cheeks all the
time because that's
what i look like when
i cry:
stick me on the fridge
like a magnet, i won't
let go
the law of attraction sayslike a magnet, i won't
let go
that likes attract but
i thought that everyone
said that opposites desire
each other; bodies so cold,
numb at the touch,
i know he's not in
love with me but it
doesn't matter anymore
taste
my
fingertips,
don't
they
remind
you
of
paint
(i consist of art)
oh,
and art got
stolen from
me; the thieves
ran through my
art gallery and
stole my masterpiece
they
stole
my
sense
- i
- got
- myself
- in
- trouble
- tuesday
- now;
- will
- they
will they remember?
thief:
give
me
back
my
breath
give
me
back
my
breath
Literature
A Little More
Smile a little wider.
Love a little deeper.
Just because it costs less
Doesn't mean it's cheaper.
Hug a little harder.
Sing a little louder.
Hold on to some confidence
And feel a little prouder.
Snuggle a little closer.
Kiss a little longer.
Know that people care
And others can make you stronger.
Laugh a little louder.
Be just a little happier.
Every mark you make in life
Can will last forever after.
Literature
.
they laugh and
ask him how
he stays so calm
when the world is
burning down
but they never noticed
how grey his smile is;
how grey his eyes are;
how he has lived (and died)
a million lifetimes
in the blink of
an eye -
no-one ever
stops to notice
that his trust is
a bridge crumbled
to dust, that his skin is
tearing apart at
the seams like
worn out clothes
somebody threw on the
floor when they were
done wearing him out.
they ask him how
he stays so calm
when the world is
burning down
and he laughs.
(because he's spent so long living in fire
that he has learned to dance in the flames)
Literature
.
he dreams of fairy-lights,
brilliant underneath the
sky of foreign cities
and pinned across the walls
of his mind
are all the places
he's going to go to
someday,
somehow -
he'll take New York
to Nairobi or anywhere
in-between. there's a
hungry soul beneath
a bulletproof skin;
a heart
of a wolf who never
saw the open sky.
(but he is caged within a
prison of his own design and all
these dreams are just
in his mind.)
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my entry for my dear friend FridgePoetProject's 500-Watcher Contesty-Raffley Celebration! 
the poem that inspired this poem is this::origin()/pre00/9fa5/th/pre/f/2015/215/6/f/the_daily_magnet__136_by_fridgepoetproject-d94404i.jpg)
but yeah i'm afraid of what might happen on tuesday holy shit no
i won't explain it to anyone on here though. i don't really want to explain details i'm sorry.
anyways, i hope you liked the poem!!
-Chell
the poem that inspired this poem is this:
but yeah i'm afraid of what might happen on tuesday holy shit no
i won't explain it to anyone on here though. i don't really want to explain details i'm sorry.
anyways, i hope you liked the poem!!
-Chell
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mkay i think i've read enough poems to know that i am a failure for not knowing you were this good of a poet lol to make up for that i shall give you a new watcher haha