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Vannah Mills

United States

Y'know, I really hope I can pull off the cool mysterious deep writer persona. That'd be sick.

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When I write, I can shake off all my cares. - Anne Frank

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Rabbit Holes

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Hand me your daggers of frustration,
I'll slice myself open and let my guts spill upon the page, just for you.
You can dive in like wolves and gorge yourselves, numbing your minds upon the words splattered upon the page. 

I am nothing.
I am an outlet for you, an escape. 
Your blood lust subsides, and your humanity returns. 

I only wish I was enough,
Truly up to standard. 

Could I ever truly be a master, enough to be there...

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Everywhere at Once

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To take a complex and intricate ideas and to turn them into an art- a song, a painting, a poem- it's inexplicably pleasing. 

An avenue to feel alive. 
Isn't that what we're all after?

Because no one can decide on the purpose of life.

Because we all have to have the same purpose, for some reason. 
We're all left grasping for avenues to feel alive.

Go to school, get a job, get a spouse, have kids, find hobbies, work some...

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Angry Kids

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Back and forth ear to ear,
Like it bounces back and forth inside your head between you ears. 

One thought after another. 
So dEeP.
Your brain formulates a million different questions, answers, accusations and none of it makes any coherent sense.

Your brain spins, dizzy. 

This is you. 
This is me. 
Because we're one in the same. 
I live in you. 

You live in me.

Stronger than your muscles is your brains. 
That mushy goop. 
Inside your heat is a...

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about 1 month ago

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Monsters Don't Exist, But You Do

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Fingers digging, into your eyes like a monster. 
There are no claws, but grubby human hands. 
In this case you finally realize, there are no such thing as monsters, but the personification of humanities darkest personas. 
Robed in flesh. 

We take on a million masks, and some take shape
Slowly worm their way under your skin.
Locked beneath your flesh it eats away until there's no more you left, just your face.
You are the beast, it doesn't exist anywhere...

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about 1 month ago

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Angry Kids

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Back and forth ear to ear,
Like it bounces back and forth inside your head between you ears. 

One thought after another. 
So dEeP.
Your brain formulates a million different questions, answers, accusations and none of it makes any coherent sense.

Your brain spins, dizzy. 

This is you. 
This is me. 
Because we're one in the same. 
I live in you. 

You live in me.

Stronger than you muscles is your brains. 
That mushy goop. 
Inside your heat is a...

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about 1 month ago

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

I can't make up my mind

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The idea of adventure and self expression claws inside.
Simple substitutes sit in place. 

The exciting idea of rebellion,
but you have too much common sense to play those games. 
Stuck sitting on the fence, but never sneaking across to the other side. 
Adventure lights up in your eyes but your body doesn't move.

It's for the better.
But there's always a "but"
Inescapable.
Like a leash or bungee cord that only lets you go so far,
before ruthlessly wanking...

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about 1 month ago

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Vannah Mills (United States) liked Loose Myself by The Campbell Kid (United States)

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Vannah Mills (United States) liked Insanity Within by New York_dreamer (United States)

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

Under the kitchen sink

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My brain is like mold.
Rotted out inside, and festering.
Thoughts leech out into the water and poison those who drink. 

Like under your kitchen sink,
It's spreading. 
The inner walls of my head are ready to cave
Add a little pressure and it all falls down. 

The mold sponge's up all my blood and leaves me dry inside. 
It's whispers paralyze me,
my brain consumed like an afternoon snack. 
And it's still hungry. 

Someone call the plumber, because this...

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2 months ago

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Vannah Mills (United States) published:

I can't make up my mind

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angst.

Teen angst? Makes you gag. 
Common sense is a gift and a curse.
The adventure and self expression claws inside.
Simple substitutes sit in place. 

The exciting idea of rebellion, but you have too much common sense to play those games. 
Stuck sitting on the fence, but never sneaking across to the other side. 
Adventure lights up in your eyes but your body doesn't move.

It's for the better.
But there's always a "but"
Inescapable.



 

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