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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.

Renee Stone

I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
RENEE STONE

Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
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Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
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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Description Practice Strength Teaching Value Weakness Yourself
I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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Myself Thinking Word Writing
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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Capacity Concern Freedom Learn Listen Love People
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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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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Clear Cloud Mindset Wonder Yourself
Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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Art Full Hope Return Spark Staring
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
RENEE STONE

Hurt Let Go Thinking Try Yourself

Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.

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