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Marina Marzipan
Miscellaneous personal writing aurally conveyed to a viewer count less than I can count on my fingers.
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Previewββββββββββββββββββββ-βMr. Pun in name My poems arenβt all about you But it can be adopted to Tell me what youβll like Iβm a sucker for making things rightβ
Mr. Pun in name Foolishly spilling my heart is my shame
No preview available- {insert content warning for everything under the sun} Poems written in 2019
Preview: βMy mind may be loud and endless But losing it isnβt worth this You may not like me, yourself or anyone But your enough of a drug for me I donβt need chemical feats or hand pressed heartbeatsβ π€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€π€Preview βHe canβt feel things anymore except maybe fear and pain He is flaccid and dull by his own vocation The alternative is a scary alteration He hates himself But I donβt hate him I love him And what he stands for - even when he doesnβt know I love him His brilliance and elegant flowβ
Preview: βAnd sure just like you couldnβt promise tomorrow Then In case the tables were turned I also canβt Just like today maybe a no, ties always weather in the snow, and there are many days where a legitimate answer is βI do not knowβ, β
Preview βBright willed child Grown up a little silly Singing the halls with made up hymns Praying to a God adopted to her whims Dreaming of a future where tears donβt wet her pillowβ
Preview βA world where you have sickness- but you arenβt sickness
My mission sealed by fate I accept with courage to withstand the hate Something keeps me tethered Maybe itβs the celestial weatherβ
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βStill fresh and pretty Easy but kinda needy Spread open wide For the seeds of the mindβ
Preview βββ βMy phone rings But no one answers Itβs my favorite ringtone too Far to gone for you I sit and wait Blindly accept fate Almost lie to get closer to the truth Wait and hope I get closer to you My heart races My mouth is dry My tears are blank Iβm too empty to cryβ
Well it is for me βNot like it is for you Not like me to tell a story strai-ay-t through-ou But when Im telling it to you, you- know- its- true-β