Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
GEMMA IVERSENStill, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
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