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Thes3us ✒

PO# 618297
United States
United States
Don't tell me you know me, sight is deceitful.
April 21, 2017
Fort Myers, United States

Dear ****,

I have decided not to mention your name, only because you're probably reading this right now, and I'm not going to make this whole ordeal much of a public affair. I don't know what to say, honestly. At this point, I believe that you're just playing me, but you know that I take everyone for their word. I always say that A man is nothing, if not his word, but I am beginning to have reason to believe that your word is just.... meaningless. Continuously, you hurt me.. Time and time again, I fake a smile, cheer you up, and tell you that it's alright. I think I'm doing more harm than good, now. At least for us.

"us. "
US.
Us.
U s  .

Oh yeah...
We aren't an 'us' anymore.
Or are ...

THE KOALA STAMP
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April 21, 2017
Fort Myers, United States

I've gone through Hell for us, but Süsser... What if all this love was just a road for heartbreak? I don't know if you can do this; I don't know if you can handle me; I don't know if you will want me in the future. Who am I to replace your priorities? You're not everything to me, I'm learning to understand what else I need to prioritize. Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe I'm selfish, but every time I put someone before me, give my all, and love wholeheartedly, I end up hurt. I'm almost to the age, where this is real. I'm not with you just because I want to pass the time. I'm with you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That includes the bad days, and the even worse days. I'm only o...

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April 20, 2017
Lehigh Acres, United States

Say 'I love you'
But only if
You truly mean it,
I do.

THE KOALA STAMP
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April 18, 2017
 

My love for you is my superpower. It's more than enough to make me strong. It's hope, strength, and peace all in one. Where are you, love, my sweet sanity?

I am shaking violently with a chill. Not one caused by the coolness of the surrounding air, but rather the fear that I am holding and condensing deep within the walls of my shell. Stop my shaking, cover me with that much-desired pine overcoat.

I'm so confused, and lost. Where does beauty come from, and what defines it? It is so clear to me how much you are worth, but honey, what's stopping you from seeing, what you are to me?

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April 14, 2017
Lehigh Acres, United States

I can feel her breath on my neck like an icy dagger. My body still, resembling that of a statue. I feel everything: the weight; the pressure; my own ivory skin being sculpted. Her words carve intricate designs with the utmost precision, leaving no trace but the crimson paint to tell her story. Everything is still, a doe ensnared in headlights before death relieves her. Salty, metallic drops blur my vision. I close my eyes, and I feel Death before she comes. Mother calls to me; it is my turn. How lonely the sacrifice?

With blind eyes and slow movements, I bring my hand to my lips. I can still feel the sparks. I cannot be mistaken in my judgment, not if I still feel it. Confusion sweeps over ...

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April 14, 2017
 

Do you know
How it feels
To love,
And be unloved?

Do you know
How it feels
To hurt,
To be alone?

Do you know
How loud it is
In my head,
When you're gone?

Don't you know how much I need you?

THE KOALA STAMP
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April 14, 2017
 

Somewhere in the web of conceptual constellations you linger. How can I move on, when you're in every thought?

I search for you in the words spoken by others, and I crave the sound of your voice.

Where are you, my love?

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April 14, 2017
Lehigh Acres, United States

Dear Orianna,

I don't think you understand how difficult it is to try to forgive you. You abused me, shipped me away, and sold me to your husband. You told me I was worthless and blew smoke into my face. You never showed up to my games, or my performances. You lied to me, and put me on the street. You're not a parent, nor my mother, neither my brother's. I guess that I grew up rather quickly; I've never had a childhood. Had to pay YOUR bills, try to make food for my brother, and raise him to be a decent man. I have scars still from where you broke plates on my face whenever something wasn't done to your satisfaction. I hope you stop calling, that you never come back. I'm tired of dealing wi...

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March 31, 2017
 

Like galaxies, his eyes hold thousands and thousands of stars. I learned to memorize the constellations, and treasure the supernovas. I found a million summertimes, soaked up every inch of the sun. His eyes are like a refreshing breath of air, or the beautiful moon in the night sky. His love could move Everest or shake the world. When he blinks, the whole world stops, and just hearing his voice fills me with those special moonlight butterflies. It's hard to imagine a future without him. He's absolutely astounding. His eyes are filled with love, full to the brim, threatening to spill over, and drown me. Sometimes, they do. I get lost in them. They change colours, like the most intense aurora, ...

DARK NIGHT
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March 31, 2017
 

It's hard to imagine what is seen, by those without sight.

I have loved.
Trusted.
Believed.
And lost.

Pain is like a symphonic melody that I can't get out of my head. The cuts and bruises like a majestic violin. Beautiful notes, plastered across the sky for the world to see. Loss and abandonment: the perfect silence in between the beats of a drum. A melody as sweet and sorrowful as yellow roses.

Deception fell from her lips like a bitter molasses.

Moonlight butterflies darted in front of the conceptual constellations that she painted with her imagination.

She was to be a ballerina.

Always dancing.

Dancing.

Dancing...

to the symphony of life.

The ghost of her, is like a van...

INK WOMAN
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March 31, 2017
 

I'm afraid, but I can't be.
I need to conceal everything, and barricade myself inside these walls.
It's not okay to hurt, it's not okay to feel.
Nobody can feel my hunger, food for thought being my only meals.
I want to disappear.
To fade into oblivion.
I don't want to feel anything, but I'd rather feel everything so that no one has to suffer.
I take on all this pain, but why?
I don't understand.
Who am I?
What am I?
Am I even human, anymore?

I'm lost in this garden,
Vines and wildflowers overruning any structure.
I'm so hungry, but I can't eat.
I have so much to say, but I can't speak.
Caught in a chasm, falling far.

Far
Away
From
The
Plan.

I descend unto uncertainty.
...

BLOCKS OF ILLUSION
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March 31, 2017
 

There's something different in his eyes.
Though his wounds have healed, and
His actions are gentler, his mentality
Remains the same. Physically full, but
Mentally starved. Where are the stars
In this web of conceptual constellations?
Clear skin, but images of scars litter his body
Like imaginary brain tattoos. His shoulders
Aren't slumped, but they ache from the
Weight of the world. Though his smile
Is convincing, his facial muscles are still
Adjusting to the foreign feelings.

Is he happy? - Or is he so good at acting,
That he's starting to believe it, too?

He wants.

Not an escape, because that doesn't seem
Plausible, but rather

a moment.

He wishes.

That for just a moment ...

PROPER HAIRCUT
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March 31, 2017
 

Another day that the sun set on us.
Day in and day out, I crave your warmth.
Always smiling, and I can't focus.
Man, I'm hanging from your lips.

I'm an astronaut, I fly the supernovas you call "eyes".

Listen.
Our first "I love you" is still as rich.
Victorious in the way that I found you,
Even more so, because you're mine.

You are everything to me. I'm
Oblivious to the outside world. Perfect is an
Understatement.

THE PENGUIN STAMP
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March 31, 2017
 

Hands shaking, thoughts fading, I close my eyes and breathe. Nothing hurts more than knowing that I was right. Music flooding my veins, I try to tune out the voices that pick me apart. My head, my heart - they ache. They want different things, but I've no choice when you up and leave. Trying to be strong, but temptation is in the water. I'm craving something to feel, something real... But what do I need? I don't know... What do I want? What do I do? Amongst best interests, is there anything for me? I'm a seed of inspiration forged by fire, trials, and tribulations. Grew fruit from the garden of Eden, starved myself, and forced myself to eat it. Lost my roots, yet flowers blossomed. Pulled int...

RHINOS RULE
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March 31, 2017
 

I could fill a mansion with the memories we have shared. Locked behind doors, they call. Some doors are old and worn, from all the pain and sadness they've endured. Other doors are unscathed, for the events behind them lay long forgotten. Depression tends to the rooms, reorganizing and sweeping the dust from unwritten stories. He keeps me sane, and keeps me company, but he's wise to linger behind the windows of cognac. Some rooms are loud, and the monsters trapped within howl and scratch until the door is opened. I've painted your name all over the mirrors with blood, as you carved your name into my heart. Forever etched into my soul, you are a part of me. You were as scary and beautiful, as ...

SAD
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March 31, 2017
 

Sometimes I cry,

With not a single reason why.

You tell me I'm strong,

But I've been broken all along.

I disguise my hurt,

And cover it with pretty words. 

You try to make me smile,

And I appreciate it.

But how do you fix me,

When I'm so broken

It's not even shattered.

I'm like a powder,

The dust under your rug...

Forgotten and stepped on.

Inhale me, and breathe in the sadness;

'cause baby, I'm a disease,

And you're infected.

BA NA NA NA NA
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March 31, 2017
 

The rain is whispering
In your ear.
I can feel the breeze
Push you further.
But when the ground
Breaks beneath you,
I will always be
Right here.

THE LOVE MY KICKS STAMP
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March 31, 2017
 

I feel inspired.  But not by life, or the beginning of things, but rather the end of things. In this world, we feel many times that a small, and insignificant event could shatter and fracture the very foundation of life itself, and it is in the aftermath of these moments that we realize a new beginning. Humans convert something that is seemingly over and in ruins into something that blossoms. We are the very ground shaking revelation that revolutionizes the new Era. For when a dim light fades off into the night, we amp it up until every corner of our existence is shining with hope and the virtuous desire for the future. As love strengthens this light, it begins to shake. Power isn't meant to ...

TIRED EYES
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