The Remnants Of A Poet

Philippa A. Madsen

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Blood is dripping from my right wrist,
And numbness has set in my eyes.
The room feels blurry,
My face in the mirror is, oh so pale.
With eyes where the life has left,
And now, the blood has landed on the floor.
And I broke a simple promise,
That at least one part of my body,
Will be kept clean..

But promises are easily broken,
Just like a girl’s heart.

Philippa A. Madsen - right wrist

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Tonight he will come,
No where we can run.
He will come when they sleep,
Heal our hearts and let us bleed,
To know out heart still have a beat.
Our wrist will bleed,
Untill our blood has run dry.
Tonight he will come,
And I’ll try to run as fast as I can.

Slowly I’m turning,
Plae and oh, I’m fighting,
Fighting to keep him away.
It’s turning fatal,
And Oh, I’m dying.
And you wont even care.
You’re slipping away,
And I’ve lost my faith in you.

Philippa A. Madsen - Death Is Coming

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I need to stop thinking.
I need to stop,
Trying to hope for you.
I need to let go,
And let myself fight.
But this room is so dark,
And I’m so tired.
I don’t think I want to fight,
This darkness, just yet.
Philippa A. Madsen - darkness
(I couldn’t sleep last night, and I finally got home to my own bed.)

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i-wantto-die:

i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d:

death-will-heal-us:

not-an-unicorn:

doctor-hannibalism:

darling-im-sad:

memories-will-kill:

lightlikeafeatherflies:

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t0morrowcomest0day:


I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

That last comment broke my heart..

please never give up.

I will never forget you..

R.I.P my mothers cousin 

RIP Uncle Max

R.I.P my 17 years old cousin

R.I.P Robbin Williams

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RIP TNRIP DWRIP CWRIP WFThis last year has been horrible. I miss you.

I freaking miss you, Jenny… 

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i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d:

death-will-heal-us:

not-an-unicorn:

doctor-hannibalism:

darling-im-sad:

memories-will-kill:

lightlikeafeatherflies:

and-mine-would-be-you:

t0morrowcomest0day:

I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

That last comment broke my heart..

please never give up.

I will never forget you..

R.I.P my mothers cousin 

RIP Uncle Max

R.I.P my 17 years old cousin

R.I.P Robbin Williams

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RIP TN
RIP DW
RIP CW
RIP WF
This last year has been horrible. I miss you.

I freaking miss you, Jenny… 

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shpongleyedboy asked: Hi Philippa. That was a small and nice poem you last shared. I'm back on tumblr after a long time. Hoping to read more of your beautiful work soon. :)

Oh wow! Thank you so much. Thank you, it means a lot that you like my poems! And of course you’ll get to read more of my work soon! :)

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My heart beat is slow,
But steady.
My eyes are blue,
But not like the ocean.
My dreams are fragile,
But they are still mine.

And in this awaken hour,
I can feel my bones,
Small little pieces of my soul,
Slowly decaying, rotten to the core.

And with a gasping breath,
I realize life is so much more,
Than this so called reality.

Philippa A. Madsen - Reality

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