I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
STEPHANIE BRIARI erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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 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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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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In 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 day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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