finnamon

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finnamon (United States) published:

i have a garden on my skin

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my skin grows flowers. 
my mind sheds tears to keep them alive. 
my eyes are the sun, my gaze lighting up my skin. 
i am told to keep my flowers away. 
i am told to mow up the green that sprouts from my arms. 
i am told that not to do so is rude. 
i’ve always wondered why people would cross their arms and stare when they see these flowers. 
after all, i grew them myself. 
they formed without me...

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about 1 year ago

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dear my temporary love

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we are just like planets, you and i.
we are spiraling and tripping over our steps,
attempting to perform a dance we never learned. 
chants of our truths clogging our ears and closing our sight like fists,
too blinded by the present to see why anything could go wrong. 
yet our hands never meet, merely our minds. 
you and i held the same string.
we built it from our sorrow and feelings, cliche i know, but somehow,
you cannot hold...

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about 1 year ago

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progression of a single character

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i lost the old me. 
they’re probably jumping around in my head, 
sheltered from all the rest of my mind. 
they’re probably listening to music that’s five years old, 
sound waves filling their pores and clogging their ears. 
they have built a wall of their innocent youth to keep away the monsters and whispers. 
current me has bigger eyes. 
unclogged ears and fingertips that memorize every person they touch. 
i am not sheltered from the monsters or the whispers. 
they...

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about 1 year ago

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a poem of falling trees

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the broken branches stumble to the ground, 
tumbling over itself because the gravity of our problems are too high,
falling dizzy and stopping before my toes. 
shrills of complaints hit my ears like shards,
dying leaves flutter down into our minds,
corrupted leaves enter pure minds,
leaking issues into our ears and noses, infesting our eyes and blocking our voices. 
hands reach through our throats and hold our lips closed,
the blows leave dents and scars like permanent marker,
we...

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about 1 year ago

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finnamon (United States) published:

dear monsters

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i suppose i shouldn’t be thanking you. 
after all, you are a monster. 
you changed me, shaped me, drowned me. 
you pulled at my hair and told me you were kind. 
you told me tales of respect,
but you turned around and removed my youth like plucking flowers. 
you made me watch as my hope rotted in front of me, 
the smell filled with nostalgia and naivety. 
but, after all you did, i still thank you. 
not for being a...

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about 1 year ago

finnamon (United States) published:

tales of monsters and candy

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if you have known a monster,
you regret ever meeting them. 
they feel like candy, something which you are addicted to at first, their company so open and obsessive,
but eventually they give you a stomachache. 
they use paint to cover their claws, 
braces to cover their teeth, 
and our nativity to cover their intentions. 
their innocent appearance looks so true, 
until you see what they are thinking. 
when the monster finally peels the layer of skin that defined who...

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about 1 year ago

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finnamon (United States) published:

you gave me violets and purple skin

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i want to eat my shame,
tuck it away,
because i did not ask for it.
the guilt,
the acidic memories slowly eating away at my head,
but you simply show me your chin and mark me as irrelevant.
you claim your circumstances gave you permission,
a gateway,
a reason as to why,
a justification,
all i had to do was sit still.
you pulled the chair from under me,
you sent storm clouds to my eyes, the water droplets...

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about 1 year ago

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finnamon (United States) published:

the monster that loves me

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i am convinced that monsters exist.
they are what keep us up at night.
they stalk you and your strength, drain you until you are but a pretty face with crippled fingers, oh so delicate,
shape you into their own perfect possession.
they are what control how fast you age, not time.
each year of a life brings more chance of a monster,
each year brings new guilts, until you are handed to the butchers.
my years like to bring...

about 1 year ago

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