To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
RENEE STONEStaring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
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Why is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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