The Only Ducati Paningale Here

I like motorcycles, school isnt my neck of the woods, and I like music a whole bunch. Enjoy!

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The Only Ducati Paningale Here

I like motorcycles, school isnt my neck of the woods, and I like music a whole bunch. Enjoy!

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Normality.

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

A few years ago shouldnt have happened, but i‘m so grateful but feel so bitter. My sibling had an accident that rocked my family, and suddenly my family began to tear. And in the same year, I learned many things. Mostly for the worse. My grandma died that same year, and many times I had to hold my mother as she wept. Finally three years later, my mother and I were walking on a road before my piano...

Poetry

Pop His Veins

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1 min read

( TW: abuse)

He had vascular arms and hands, but he never worked out. Always stained, but always clean. His hands connected to his lithe yet muscular arms, the ones that beat me. Those stains on his hands were always wiped clean. Maybe someday i’d see things my way. Pop the veins, cover his stains. I’d be free, and maybe live with guilt. I’d be free. His poor blood trapped in his veins, clawing...

A White Lie

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3 min read

( this is like when you flip to a random page in a book and get a juicy plot even though you got no clue what’s going on )

“ Yeah. Dad has a few hours left, don’t he?” My fiance looked at me, his expression blank. I nodded, holding his hand as we continued to drive through the rain pounding against the car. “ You know, I forgave him for what he did.” My fiance said again, this time, his jaw was ...

Mystery

Oh, The Irony

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1 min read

Like a man stubborn

Like a heart torn

Like an angry heart

Like a vengeful heart

Like a sad heart

Like a nostalgic heart

Like an agonizing heart…

Like the tides we wish to breathe in without break. Cant we? No, no we cant. But he’ll stand there, waiting for my downfall the more he whispers to me. Yet he’s a coward, he whispers from a distance. He knows i’ll grab him by the ear and show him who tr...

A Sister

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1 min read

Blue eyes, brown eyes.

Shorter, taller.

Brown hair, golden hair.

Competitive, not.

Diabetic, not.

Wounded..

Wounded.

Please dont leave, Piper.

Just dont.

If you leave, so will parts of my world.

Parts of me.

I will internally bleed.

I will internally break.

I will internally hurt.

I will internally sob.

I will internally crumble.

My world will crumble without you beside me.

Those silly hands...

Thunder.

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1 min read

Room 106, I think.

I step in, immediately greeted with the acrid smell of Axe Body Spray.

_Oh no._

I feel my heart drop.

A guy?

I simply kept walking, trying to justify how I felt about this stupid situation.

Yet the more I walked into the room, the more my nose burned with the smell of testosterone and other cologne smelling scents.

I just walked into my room, which I then procceeded to cover my ...

Time Is Running Out

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1 min read

( not doing a poem cause yall know I aint rock like that.)

The more I dont hug my mother the more I see her age showing.

The more I see it hurt.

The more I see myself growing.

Growing without her.

Soon, without her guidance.

Without her motherly affections to keep my going everyday.

So I stopped spending so many hours mindlessely scrolling with no avail, to find that I much rather enjoy talking ...

A Small mishap

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2 min read

I did do well trying to avoid every camera and guard stationed everywhere.

It was like a maze, but in this case, I knew where I was going.

Yet I had someone tailing me.

Someone I really, really didnt want to be tailing me.

He was known as a flirty dude, but with ill intent.

Only to me he was known as a flirty dude, because i’m the only one who had ever encountered him anyways..

I simply began maki...

Humour

Dinner’s Served

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2 min read

“ Bye Katie!” Chirped my friend Cassie. I was twelve at the time. I waved and said my own goodbyes, soon closing the door, my mom smiling, and looking at me.

“ Did you have a good day?”

She asked.

I nodded, a wide grin on my face, almost sickly.

My mother chuckled and nodded, and headed into the kitchen.

“ I’ll be making dinner.”

I nodded and went upstairs, my feet dragging the whole way. I went u...

Poetry

Enough Of You

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1 min read

“ Hey. Are you single?”

Said Cain.

He was a stranger at the time, no less of a person to me.

I found his straightforwardness endearing, so I accepted him.

Eight years now we’ve been married, and life couldnt be more of a hell hole.

Andduhhhh

GUYS IM SO SORRY IM SO TIRED GET PART TWO LATER))...