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8-14-15 ~ Goodbyeee – KaseWriter

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Poetry , Writing , Stories. August 14, 2015. Ill invites you into my mind each time. Till one day I walked past you. Your face wet with rain; my hands shaking from fear. When suddenly our eyes met; it was all I could do not to run into your arms. Your face was painted with scars; green and brown cloth hung from your body. Terror lived inside your eyes. It broke me inside to feel the agony you were holding on too. I invited you inside my heart many years before; you accepted. If i could go back to the mom...

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8-14-15 ~ why did you hurt me – KaseWriter

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Poetry , Writing , Stories. 8-14-15 why did you hurt me. August 15, 2015. It hurt like hell when you said you never cared; how could i have wasted all my emotions on someone like you. Giving you all of my love, time and most of all putting myself in pain to heal your wounds; you god you are so heartless. Hope one day you’ll care for one single soul- and they won’t feel the same. So you can turn to ash in there presents when they tell you. Then you walked away uncut; clean from it all. Liked by 1 person.

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8-17-15 ~ through the phone – KaseWriter

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Poetry , Writing , Stories. 8-17-15 through the phone. August 17, 2015. August 17, 2015. He was tipsy one night; under the blanket of stars we both shared. Lips drowsy from faking that smile; when behind he was unraveling. Like thread on a spool dwindling downwards towards the edge. Inside the bottle he grasped with his shaking hands; was the void is was trying to fill. Sleepless nights pretending to be like a brick wall- solid never threatening to fall. He was in love; but how could it be her. Enter you...

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your universe lives inside you – before i weep

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Your universe lives inside you. April 30, 2016. May 3, 2016. I grew up on the taste of space. Learned the names of planets. Before places, stars before cities. I could map the sky well before. I knew how my own heart worked;. This turned out to be both a blessing. And a curse i recognize the familiarity. Of an ever expanding galaxy echoed in. An ever swelling soul. each beat, each breath. Stretching astronomy and arteries into vein. Constellations. into unfamiliar shapes &. As well as the astral elements.

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bleeding lips & broken hearts – before i weep

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Bleeding lips and broken hearts. April 28, 2016. The authors of romantic ya novels never met you. Or they would know that biting your lip is an act. Of desperation. it usually draws blood (bitterness);. And it’s meant to. the cut stings and reminds you. To draw a breath. reminds you that you’re real. Even though it feels like you have paper hands. And ashen lungs. school is hell but sometimes. Summer terrifies you more than the mob maze. Rat race of public education. (sideways glances. April 30, 2016.

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i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory – before i weep

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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. April 25, 2016. April 25, 2016. When i was young enough to care, i taught myself how to tell the difference between faux flowers and the real thing. living greenery always sported some remnants of death; wrinkled leaves or splotchy blemishes on petals. most people would call these foibles flawed i called them evidence. a birth certificate of life under the sun and not inside a factory. Nobody teaches you how to fight yourself. April 25, 2016. Honestly,...

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8-16-15 ~ Poems – KaseWriter

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Poetry , Writing , Stories. August 16, 2015. One after another they left; like falling dice. Changing shapes; my heart couldn’t squeeze into. Falling deep into those ghost arms- slipping right through, crashing down bleeding on my knees. Faces explode in my mind dis-functioning each memory i once held close. Walking by as if drones; ignoring my gaze- forgetting the details on my face. One after another they fade into fog, smoke from the fires once set inside my rib cage. You forget to stay. Tell me then,...

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why do i even have this | coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips

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Coffee shops and sunsets and roadtrips. Death is a strange, tragic, heartbreaking thing. but then again, so is life. March 5, 2015. Why do i even have this. I am repeatedly forgetting that this blog is a thing that I have. I should do something about that. I probably won’t, but I should. This entry was posted on Thursday, March 5th, 2015 at 12:58 AM and tagged with life 'n stuff. And posted in Life 'n Stuff. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. That SoCal Life ». You are commen...

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8-11-15 – KaseWriter

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Poetry , Writing , Stories. August 11, 2015. 8-13-15 Let her Go. One thought on “ 8-11-15. August 12, 2015 at 9:23 am. Awww…. so sad! Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.