Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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