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Growing by TheWilted, literature

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Growing

Sometimes I don’t recognize him But he wears the same jersey That he picked not because he liked the team Or to fit in with the others, But because he liked the colors. We look so different now. I sit, stare at the sunset. He waves, but the battle on his gameboy isn’t done yet. He asks what I’ve been up to. I laugh, shake my head, and wish we never grew. He asks again. I keep it vague. The good times, some little lies, and some cool games. I keep a distance. Think he can tell. He asks “Am I always going to lie to myself?” I apologize - he tells me it’s okay. I can’t help but feel it, I’ll say sorry anyway. All my choices, no, I never learned. I left you with the kind of scars that you never earned. The anxiety - it doesn’t go away. It’s not okay, no, I’ll say sorry anyway. It’s different now. You can’t understand. Monotony all got to me, now nothing’s planned. So you should know - I tried my best. You’ll have some good times, forgive me for the rest. When I look at

Thread by TheWilted, literature

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Thread

I wake up before the sun. Light crawls along the edges of my room. I watch. I close my eyes. I watch again. Time passing, yet I am a prisoner of my own free will, not yet ready to be released into the free world. The crows caw, car engines rumble past. The world stirs. I simply listen. I could let it all pass me by, in this moment. Because though she doesn't share my bed, her fingers trail my body, and her voice echoes through my head. As if what she whispered into my ear has only gotten louder, and louder, until those words were so loud they shattered all my bones, so now... I can only lay here. Thinking about the future, the past. I wonder if she knows. If she feels the same thing I do. I hope so. I check the time again, sure that the numbers will somehow quell the fireworks in my mind. Will quiet the parade of thoughts blasting trumpets through the streets until I cannot sleep. Perhaps reading these numbers will whisk me away down a trail of memories that will keep my

Tempest in a Teapot by TheWilted, literature

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Tempest in a Teapot

I am a painting, trapped in an easel You are a sculpture, behind thick glass I am an animal trapped in the barn You are the warm sun, and the tall grass The trial was rigged, the jury unfair Now I'm in prison, no trick in my pocket The bars are too thick, the cell is too tight I'm waiting for you come and unlock it I am a knight, lost in the mountains You are the dragon, taking a nap As you bask in the sun, I hike and I hike And with every breath, you burn more of my map I am a bull in a china shop You are a tempest, in a teapot You may get bumped, and knocked off the shelf But it's no mistake, when the lid comes off

Sunset by TheWilted, literature

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Sunset

She took pretty pictures at sunset While I smiled and watched on the side I love when she's working her magic Inspiration gleams in her eyes We sat by the water at sunset With red and pink in the sky With a world so loud, and chaotic For that moment, I wished to pause time We walked by the water at sunset It's always so hard to turn in But just as the sun ever sets It always rises, again

Canvas by TheWilted, literature

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Canvas

Winter In the snow covered trees, Under the winter stars, It is quiet A place of no judgment Solemn reflection The snowflakes dance wistfully in the wind until they lay their head softly on the bed of white, spread evenly across the forest floor Undisturbed A fresh canvas, documenting my travels as I move my feet through the snow It is surreal, in a way To look back on that map To see my winding, curious journey Laid out, cataloged, precise And yet, by morning, my map will be erased The journey only in my memory Spring New sights, new sounds, Birds return, enthusiastically thanking the sun with their chirps The trees sway in the wind, shaking off the melting snow and stretching their tired limbs Yawning and groaning after their long nap And getting dressed in their beautiful green coats The world becomes a playground of hope, love, excitement The flowers blossom in celebration, In rhythm with us, showing their colors New faces become new friends, And the world is awake

A Girl He's Never Seen by TheWilted, literature

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A Girl He's Never Seen

A peculiar state I find us Since you are so far away. If I were to describe you, What could I even say? Like a sculptor with no subject Knows not how to shape his clay, Or one who's blind of color Stuck painting trees of black and gray. I've no metaphor for you, Your eyes, your lips, your hair. I've never seen them, touched, or felt, So I've nothing to compare. I have some pictures, old and new, They give me some idea, But most of what I know of you Is the voice of yours I hear. Unfortunate, a tragedy A poet with no muse. A girl I've never seen Means no prompts to use. But what DO I have, let's think it through Your voice, your thoughts, your words Ah, now wait, I can use words, Words are what I do! This might be tough, I'll try my best It's not the most ideal, But perhaps I could describe... Your words? And how they make me feel. Your voice is such sweet sorrow, Sorrow when you bid goodnight. But when you say good morning It's a simple, sweet delight. I love to read the words

People Change by TheWilted, literature

The Mountain by TheWilted, literature

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The Mountain

It's just me vs you. You look daunting from here I'd be lying if I said I had nothing to fear Every day is another step That much more I can take He says "take your time" I never liked making him wait He was there when I failed. He told me it was okay. For me, though, it wasn't. It's me and him vs you I didn't get any sleep Even together, I'm nervous But this promise, I'll keep Every day is another step Every week, another boulder She said I could do it "We'll see", I had told her She doesn't like when I don't believe in myself. So, I started believing. It's us 3 vs you We scrape our hands on the stones But even on the tough days I know - I'm not alone Every day, they run, lift, train. They let me be a part of their journey. They share their victories with me. It's time to share one of mine. It's all of us vs you. We slip, fall on the leaves. Slide down some hills Hold on, scared, to the trees. We jump over the logs - Duck under some, too. Sink into the mud, Scrape

She Already Fits In by TheWilted, literature

Shadows by TheWilted, literature

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Shadows

I find myself wandering through the old, dusty house that I used to live in. Neither gone, nor forgotten, to my own surprise. After all, I made it with my own two hands. But it's... Been a while. I don't visit as often. The floorboards creak, the hinges squeak, and the windows leak. The stale air coats my tongue in tastelesness. It may have been my home, but it's sense of familiarity isn't quite so comforting any more. It's not that I don't want to visit, unfortunately - I'm just quite busy now. I make sure of that. But somehow, this old house always drags me back. It's like the shadows are always plotting, waiting. Little, grasping claws, desperate to go through old photo albums. Let's. I blow the dust off the old book, and turn the pages slowly. Some of these photos are so old, I can hardly remember the faces. Some of them are burns that still itch. Regrets, friends, failures, successes, memories that I'm glad I made. So why does seeing them make me cry? I close the

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We Are The Wilted by TheWilted, literature

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We Are The Wilted

We are The Wilted. We fall into decay. We drink from a cup long since forgotten. We feed on the scraps of past generations, With no hopes for absolution. With no hope for sunlight. With no hope. We are new to this world. Yet we already waste away. One day we will lead this Earth. What will become of it? What will become of us? We are Wilted, fallen, And yet, the saviors? Destiny has yet to decide. Fate is to lead us. May it lead us to glory. May it lead us to happiness. May we blossom, each and every one of us. And create a field of roses upon the desolate landscape. Lying Wilted in the snow We know Spring will c

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About TheWilted

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Feb 3, 1992
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May 30, 2011

I need one of those cartoon lightbulbs

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So even though I'm on vacation now, ideas haven't really been coming to me. And when ideas do come, they go towards writing songs, or presentations for school So, sorry I haven't been posting much! I may start posting some of my old stuff, but not sure I feel like dredging through it. Might have a job though, which I'm pretty excited for. Not that it has anything to do with my writing. Just excited for it.

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May 26, 2011

Letting It Out

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I was going to post it as a deviation but... I think it belongs in the journal. I've been trying extra hard to be open, and posting this part of a conversation I had with a friend is pretty nerve racking, so let me know if you can relate :) ___________________________________________________________________________ Sometimes you just need to let out a big cry, to let out all the things you put up with, to let out all the things you say "it's okay, it'll all be okay" to. You can't keep all that in forever. It's not that I'm sad or anything like that. I just hold a lot in, and I act like a goofball to cover it up. It's like a balloon that ke

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Apr 8, 2011

Performing tonight!

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Really excited to be performing at the high school's talent show, where our band first got together :) It's hard to stay still today!! I love music and I love my friends, so performing music on stage with my friends is one of the best things in the world to me, and hopefully I'll have many, many more opportunities to do so! Wish us luck!

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Oct 18, 2014

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLlllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

<3 Tehb *giggles*

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Jul 23, 2012

You should like really text me or something, It's been ages since we conversed

Nov 29, 2011

Lovie,

That is me with you in my life. It feels like there is nothing in my life you cannot help me fix. Even if it is just holding me through a sad moment or kissing my finger when I hurt it. And that is a pretty amazing feeling. Even though I get sad. I always know I have you. I am soo proud and happy to call you my guy. You always make me feel soo special and loved. Which makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world. You make everyday feel like it was the first time I saw you and smiled. I have a smile on my face every time I see people holding hands. Knowing every time that I have a special someone who loves me unconditionally. And that makes me feel wonderful. No matter how sad or upset I am at the world. You always find a way to make me feel better. Whether it is a kiss on my hand or just a simple smile. You make my rain clouds disappear and the sun shine through, soo radiantly. You are like an angel sent to show me what real love feels like. It makes me happy that I was magically paired up with you. By a twist of fate you were given to me. I love you with all that I can, and all who I am. I will never give you less.

With the greatest love,

Your girl.
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Nov 29, 2011

Me without you
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Oct 10, 2011

You looked lonely. :3

Oct 11, 2011

O: awww thank you -hugs bunny-