Activities of divinely sensitive

Rockbottom's a girl wearing boots in the summer telling white lies about boys who don't love ‘em. Perfume bottles full of wine. Wine and more wine and free verse and late night crisis'. Girlhood was my mother. My worst enemy and sickest feelings. Guts full of pills and pills that are made of psychotic magical thinking. No one saw Joan D'arc dreaming. Thus, finally I recognize that girlhood was only the beginning. The end's beginning. Dead poets looking over us, mediocre young writers and scrumptious people. Mostly them girls that stay awake and write and write and write their guts full of pills into the paper and the pen becomes ten times thinner and I don't know how much of a dreamer I'm; all I know is that my troubles get only bigger.
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it is winter that brought me alone today

god knows what will be
it's excuse for the next days.
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The rabbit will keep entering the hole over and over because his anxiety cripples him to do so. We are servers to our diseases and so is he. Schizophrenic Alice got a syndrome for herself and she sees talking animals and a kingdom of her own where she didn't kill a dragon but got stuck in it because of cake crumbs. She shrink and fell into a pool of tears of her own and almost drowned.
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I wonder if one of my angels can sing/ if my bona fide tendencies is who i am/ not who i've been/ and if this is love/ i can feel it running through my throat/ the caterpillar that's soon to be the butterfly in my stomach/not a moth/ not a thunder/ but grace and wander/ finally, my sharp pains are gone/after taking a thousand painkillers; / the powder in it is made of lavender/ and i'm composed by rhymes/and runners./
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because maybe, i was made to be shaped like the moon, and in a catalyst way, i become more like her each day; little by little.
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Air is loose
Air is what it shall be;
Free, presented how it is
It is cold and lingering
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Under construction of a draft/self

During the planetary rising-
I try to write a poem.
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Perhaps Adam and Eve weren't interested in salvation; Maybe today they were restructured to wander about Jupiter's size. Or Saturn's alluring rings. Adam possibly is planning on reaching out for one of them and asking Eve out. Taking a less abstruse narrative; Potentially The Garden of Eden didn't exist. Neither Adam and Eve. Perhaps we have been cycling and going through Mother Earth or Mercury or Uranus before we were taught how to breath. Perhaps there's no Doomsday or a day that never ends. Perhaps the bible was right; we are all little divine demons.
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I wanted you.
I wanted you for what you were.
I wanted you for what i wished you were.
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