There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KENPerhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
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I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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