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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.

Renee Stone

I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
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Body Heart Mind Myself Separate Writing
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
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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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
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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Body Carry Death Museum Myself
I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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Hurt Let Go Thinking Try Yourself
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
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Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
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
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown
I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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Alone From Lonely Love Myself Yourself

Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.

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