Her mind was a battlefield, brutal but honest.
She fought constantly, trying to make the sound die down.
Constantly fighting her enemies.
But when will she realize she'd fighting her own... – by Miles Ohman | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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To be home is to be comfortable and at peace.
To most, home is a place.
I had to find out on my own that my home wasn't a place. No, it was a person.... – by Miles Ohman | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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In this home,
that you may call
your place for peace.
I find that
it is a prison,
though I can not prevent it
from being my last resting place.
... – by Miles Ohman | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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The deadliest four letter word,
some may think it's weird to consider that specific word deadly but I think otherwise.
This world could tear you apart,
not physically but mentally.
It can shatter hearts,
It could be used to hurt many.
... – by Miles Ohman | 1 View added 2 years ago
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Our love isn't the kind
that you see in the movies
In the movies, the love they've shown
is painful and ends tragically.
Our love is the kind
you see in books,
every small moment remembered,
never to be lost,
our story imprinted... – by Miles Ohman | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Though as pitiful as it sounds,
I enjoyed the quiet.
I enjoyed being alone.
Even though at times I wish
I had someone to turn to,
I was more at peace than ever.
No one to shame my actions,
no one to pity me,
no one to compare me... – by Miles Ohman | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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Her mind was a prison,
except there was no cell
to be unlocked.
She was trapped;
stuck in place.
Her own thoughts were holding her hostage and making her forget the truth.
Her truth that she had so carefully created was now in ruins,... – by Miles Ohman | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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The words you told her
were later carved
into her skin, unable to take back.
The things you did,
never forgotten as she paints herself red,
her paintbrush a sharp, shiny tone of silver.
She found herself unable to think,
she may have... – by Miles Ohman | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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The difficulty of resistance is almost unbearable.
The impulsiveness controls her and urges her to go forward.
The urge to stop resisting and let the darkness take her lingered in her tainted mind.
Until she looked around and finally realized;... – by Miles Ohman | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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There are at least five known stages of grief.
The first: Denial. I said "I'm fine" and everyone, including myself, believed it.
The second: Anger. I pushed everyone away out of resentment and hatred of myself.
The third: Bargaining. I... – by Miles Ohman | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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They say that whenever you're in love,
You get the feeling that butterflies are in your stomach.
I honestly don't know how I'm still standing if that's true.
If that really was love I felt towards you,
those butterflies must've carried a... – by Miles Ohman | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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I wished for peace and silence,
I wished for the world to go quiet,
for the noise to stop.
I've never wanted to take something back more than when my wish came true and I couldn't speak to you anymore.
Maybe I should have endured the loudness... – by Miles Ohman | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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I wanted to be alone from everyone,
from friends,
family,
everyone.
Except you.... – by Miles Ohman | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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And as you were expecting me to help you out of your grave,
I was digging my own.
The words you expected but didn't give back cut deep into my skin and dug through my bones.
I helped you when you were losing your friends,
But where were you... – by Miles Ohman | 1 View added 2 years ago
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The lies rolled off their tongue with ease,
It was nothing more or less than something they said every day.
To lie, or to be truthful.
To most, the truth is an ugly, unexpected thing and lies are just a beautiful sugar coated version of what... – by Miles Ohman | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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They say the eyes are windows to the soul,
I find that it is a door.
A door to endless possibilities,
a door to forgiveness and a door for happiness.
Overall a door for love.
You say you love me,
then why are my hands empty?
Where is the... – by Miles Ohman | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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And to the one who holds them in the future,
I feel no guilt in admitting:
I envy you.... – by Miles Ohman | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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To go back in time would have been a lovely thing,
and go back in time I wish I did.
I could have been the one to hold you,
to kiss you,
and care for you all throughout the night,
but here you are,
considering you and that other person... – by Miles Ohman | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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They say 'wait for the right time'.
I disagree,
there may never be a right time.
So learn how to swim now,
and become one with the waves of chaos.... – by Miles Ohman | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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