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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

Stephanie Briar

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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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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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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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