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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

Stephanie Briar

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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Distance Eyes Love Myself Painting Portrait Relationship Separate
I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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