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  • wordie_birdie_ 7w

    THE ONLY POSSIBLE WAY I SEE YOU AND ME IS IF YOU’RE THE EARTH AND I’M THE THUNDERCLOUD.
    HAVING SAID THAT, WHEN DO YOU WANT ME TO RAIN ON YOUR PARADE?

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  • wordie_birdie_ 7w

    You saw her as a woman-throwing her tantrum, losing her balance, acting like a child.
    But on the inside she was just a little girl, analyzing her little screams, asking the world to understand her..
    You saw her as a woman- tantalizing her cries, asking for attention, being bitchy..
    But she was just a lost soul, asking for direction, trying to gain your trust..

    It’s not what we see but how we perceive.


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  • wordie_birdie_ 8w

    One day hope will conjure you into believing something that’s implausible.
    And when that happens.. run. Run like you’ve been chased by a pack of canines. Run like the earth is splitting into half. Run like you have been hit by an apocalypse.
    Because my dear- having hope is just another way of killing your self bit by bit.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    Heaven falls in little rays of light
    into your eyes that shine so bright
    Alive with you in my little films
    your looks are envied by the nephilims .

    Your voice like the deepest oceans
    Galvanic motions are your sensation
    You live in my beige pages spilled with ink
    my little world is where we always link.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    In a crowded street
    ruled by masqueraders
    I passed by you
    Carrying my shards.

    Logo on my skin
    Looking akin
    mark on your forehead
    Looking ahead.

    strangers we were
    Know it all
    picking up our leftovers
    We live it all.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    I am not broken.
    I don’t need to be fixed.
    I just need to be understood.

    A lot of us are into fixing others. But if you look closely, all you ever have to do is understand them as they are.

    Rest is a puzzle.


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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    I am the least expressive person. You might mean the world to me but I’ll brush you out like you mean nothing to me. I am a world of contradictory emotions raging through the streets of unknown. I’m both hot and cold at the same time. People call that bipolar. I call it living on the edge. Something that I do everyday.
    I feel, but in shades.
    My world is black and white. No shades. No hues.
    I live on anything that makes me kick.
    I could cry a river, and I do but in my own world.
    Darkness is my 1st love.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    I am not impressed by looks or money or social status.

    Tell me how many souls you touched today.
    Tell me how you moved someone with your changed behavior.
    Tell me what would you let go for your dearest one if you need to.
    Tell me how you would fight till the end for someone you care deeply..
    Tell what it is to lose your everything and still be the giver of everything.

    Tell me this and you got me.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    Have you ever been chocked to a point where pain becomes painless and you suddenly feel at peace?

    Like the voices around you abruptly come to a stop?

    Where you feel like you’re being held upside down on the edge of the Empire State Building, free falling in space ? And gravity is just another chance?

    Where thoughts seize to exist and you feel your breathe against your nostrils?

    Where the thought of contemplating your next move makes you fearless, but wary?

    Where pricked by electric tape against your throat is just another plea for pleasure?

    That’s how you make me feel.

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  • wordie_birdie_ 9w

    beating in a slow motion
    the artery around my temporal
    frantically seizing the life signals
    spurring in my frontals.

    What is this life that I live?
    What is this emotions that I feel?
    Why I do what I do?
    What makes me tick?

    Little questions like the sphere
    Aiming me in my hemisphere
    Feeling like a point in infinity
    I’m nothing but a living chalcedony.

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