Word Vomit

February 3rd, 2015

Our Secret Place

Follow me

Follow me down through the woods

Follow me over the bushes and under the roof of trees over our heads

Follow me to our safe place

Follow me to the place that we can be ourselves

Follow me to the place where we can dance and sing and be the only people left in the world!

Follow me to the place where athletes can be artists

Follow me to the place where people find peace

Follow me to the place where poetry is created

Follow me to the place where memories are made

Where you're surrounded by friends

Where there is no negative energy

Where you can be continually and utterly happy

But there's a catch

You cannot tell a soul

Those that should know will know

But do not tell anyone

About our secret place

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It's Cold Outside

Don't go outside

It's cold out there

Full of cold people with even colder souls

Don't hold their hands

They'll freeze you

Don't become like them

Don't grow up

Don't let them suck you in

Don't go outside

Or else you may become cold too

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The Demon Angel

There are some people

Who are an angel to some and a demon to others

Do not trust these people

They will hurt you

Claw you

Beat you till death

But they will rebuild you

With compliments and happy days

Just to tear you back down again

Do not trust the demon angels

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a/n: 'mary, why are you writing weird ass poetry again?'

BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT

but the first one, 'our secret place' was inspired by Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

the second one, 'it's cold outside' was inspired by that christmas carol, 'baby, it's cold outside' bc I was singing it while looking up 'what does Alex Barakat smell like?'

and the third one, 'the demon angel' was inspired by that picture I found while scrolling through tumblr and dancing around my kitchen to hsm songs and by someone who shall remain nameless (no one who follows me knows them anyway)

and oh look, a sneak peak into what I do every day instead of being productive