the older i get the more i become like everyone else.
i've only ever mourned my indivduality.
seen the ways i'm different from everyone else and transferred those thoughts into not pretty. not creative. not gorgeous enough.
this is a sad realization, found while eating almonds by a piano.
music is supposed to ease the soul, but does it really only copy others geniuses?
i wear my hair down because it hides the wrinkles in my neck.
why do people notice when it's up? is it because they can see my vulnerability?
only brave girls wear their hair up, truly up. loose, carefree, the more you dress that way the more you are.
how many people will paint their nails and be ok with only one coat?
who will let themselves look less than put together all the time if they can do something about it?
are we doomed to a world of pencil skirts only barbie looks good in?
why is a collarbone so appealing?
bangs can be pushed away, you know. your eyes were meant to sparkle by themselves.
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Just a quick note on my inspiration... half of these poems are coming from thoughts and just general writing ideas, but the other half is definitely being inspired by Erin's tumblr. So if you haven't checked that out yet you should. And I'm too lazy to post a link, but I believe it's misserinmarie.tumblr.com... pretty sure. Anyways, thanks for reading my poems even when they haven't been amazingly brilliant lately.
collarbones are so appealing BECAUSE THE MAN says WEAK IS PRETTY
ReplyDeleteone of those weird tumblr obsessions that was totally one of the reasons i got off that boat...