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don't
even
try
it.
feels like to be in a romance
movie after years and
years of being un-included
in the class gossip about
whoever's hottest; you'll
realize that you're the one
who's chased when you start
calling your best friend
your boyfriend and then
it comes true, it all
comes true, i t
a
said "enjoy yourself."
even
try
it.
i'll get all
poetic
with you, since you
despise to listen;
stop chasing boys who
don't even like you;
they don't like
girls, not at this age;
stop thinking you
know how the world works,
you aren't a
c
i r
c l
e
of genius in radical
magnitudes; you're (fucking)
crazy, i'll give you that,
and you know how to get what
you want, but it doesn't make
you queen of saigon
(you'll have to wait a few years
until then)
poetic
with you, since you
despise to listen;
stop chasing boys who
don't even like you;
they don't like
girls, not at this age;
stop thinking you
know how the world works,
you aren't a
c
i r
c l
e
of genius in radical
magnitudes; you're (fucking)
crazy, i'll give you that,
and you know how to get what
you want, but it doesn't make
you queen of saigon
(you'll have to wait a few years
until then)
you will learn the
definition of love when you're
introduced to danger and
black leather boys with caramel
skin and slick hair and everything
you thought was "idiotic" when you
were four;
you'll dance in pale moonlight with
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy that
you thought you loved a year ago; turns
out he never really cared and you said
you'd give your all for nothing
but you'll know what it definition of love when you're
introduced to danger and
black leather boys with caramel
skin and slick hair and everything
you thought was "idiotic" when you
were four;
you'll dance in pale moonlight with
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy that
you thought you loved a year ago; turns
out he never really cared and you said
you'd give your all for nothing
feels like to be in a romance
movie after years and
years of being un-included
in the class gossip about
whoever's hottest; you'll
realize that you're the one
who's chased when you start
calling your best friend
your boyfriend and then
it comes true, it all
comes true, i t
a
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- l
- o
- m
- e
- s
- r
- u
- e
don't deny you wish you
were marilyn monroe, filling up your
bathtub with diamonds and the world!
in the palms of your hands;
oh,
but only if you knew-
were marilyn monroe, filling up your
bathtub with diamonds and the world!
in the palms of your hands;
oh,
but only if you knew-
stop eating anything with
too much sugar in it and stop thinking that you'll
be fine; you end up worrying about it day
after day, you start thinking that you're
crazy and you're lying on your bedroom floor
as you scream out, towards the world!
(no response)
maybe i should'vetoo much sugar in it and stop thinking that you'll
be fine; you end up worrying about it day
after day, you start thinking that you're
crazy and you're lying on your bedroom floor
as you scream out, towards the world!
(no response)
said "enjoy yourself."
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maybe you'll find this
i want to tell you so much
like how one day you'll meet a kid
who steps on butterflies for fun
and you'll probably hate him
but i want you to think about the possibility that
maybe someone stepped on his wings
and he can't understand how they can fly but he
can't.
.
or like another kid who slit your friend's wrist with the glass from the library door
and killed a snake by thrashing its skull on the sidewalk
and kicked a kitten who had just been run over that morning and was barely holding on.
you'll probably hate him, too.
and i want you to remember
that russian orphanages are no place to learn morals
that severe brain damage is permanent i
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dear you:
i don't love you.
or - maybe i do.
i don't know anymore.
i've heard it said that love and hate are so close together,
you can't tell them apart.
and i read once - we both did -
that in the moment of killing someone besides yourself with hatred in your bones,
you love them.
so you must have loved me,
then.
i did.
and so you tore and tore
and my heart healed after years around a wound shaped like
the teeth that cut it open. i will bear this
mark of you until i am
old and gray;
i will pass down the stories of how to know
who and who not to lay trust into;
i will teach the children of my children how to tell a broken heart from one
Literature
Letters to my younger self
i. Dear ears, when I was three
You have heard the pyrrhic silence of your mother’s quiet solitude in the clap-back echoes of his absence; trust me when I tell you this will not be all you hear, dear ears. Trust me.
ii. Dear eyes, when I was five
You have seen the glacial gelid shards of his pebble eyes fix their sights on you and you have seen silence as a sheet of ice frost-bitten over his face as he whispers that he is proud of you with all the conviction of a question mark; trust me when I tell you this will not be all you see, dear eyes. Trust me.
iii. Dear hands, when I was eight
You have been riven and empty since he left like a
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My entry for Khaimin's contest, New Contest!
This was fun to write, so yay
ALSO, GOOD NEWS!!
At my school, if you had great conduct & really good grades, they'll let you skip school for one day to ride roller coasters with all of your friends who ALSO got the same kinds of thingy-ma-bobbers.
AND GUESS WHO GETS TO GO
MEEEE
My friend has never been to the park that we're going to, so I'ma ride all of the rides next to him so I can laugh when he starts freaking out.
We ALSO get to pick our own groups, so yayyayayayayayay!
(I'm too excited to make sense shush)
ANYWAYS: hope you like the poem!
-Chell
This was fun to write, so yay
ALSO, GOOD NEWS!!
At my school, if you had great conduct & really good grades, they'll let you skip school for one day to ride roller coasters with all of your friends who ALSO got the same kinds of thingy-ma-bobbers.
AND GUESS WHO GETS TO GO
MEEEE
My friend has never been to the park that we're going to, so I'ma ride all of the rides next to him so I can laugh when he starts freaking out.
We ALSO get to pick our own groups, so yayyayayayayayay!
(I'm too excited to make sense shush)
ANYWAYS: hope you like the poem!
-Chell
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