27022014
most of my poetry really hurts to write because i give it my all i stick my whole heart in there every little beat and let the rhythm catch on the paper writing it down and scritching it out to leave my heart in gasping softly as it tries to keep up with the words im typing too fast, so fast my chest is constricting like this is the last lap in a run with no end because life is never ending even when i close my eyes for it to stop the circle keeps rolling and i open them again to ceiling, to skies, to possibilities i’m too afraid to take
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magnificientfailwrites
hello there. i am the child of nonsense, madness and whatever happens to lie in between. my pastimes are flying on the tails of comets, wishing on dying stars and procrastinating like due dates will never come. i go by nathan. writing is probably my favourite pastime, and the only thing i believe i am really adequate at. i plan on pursuing the career path of a content free-lance artist, writer, and creator of all things out there. (that means critique is welcome as well as requests.) i write more than poetry, but that is on my official writing blog. this is merely for my poetry. (i mostly write prosetry and drabbles nowadays, so that is all right.) most of my pieces are 'confessional'. i take my heart from my sleeve and glue it to paper to put it metaphorically. i can think of nothing more to say. icon by shira_matu (twitter)
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