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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

Stephanie Briar

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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Better Change Day Dreams Fire Help Light Name Oppression Support Yourself
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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Bed Children Fear Fight Learning Monster Myself Worth
The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
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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Human Perfection Rough Spirit Wild Yourself
I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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Lost Love Myself Place Relationship Seek Yourself
Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Emotion Energy Motion One Liner Philosophy
Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Darkness Fall Moon Myself Run Scare Stars Yourself
I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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Dreams Heart Hope Love Mindset Myself Soul Strong
The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Absence Light Moon Myself Prayer Stars Way
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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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Act Best Breathe Greatness Last Let Go Love Myself Quiet
I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Culture Live Myself
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Choice Himself Relationship Self Love
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
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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Best Creation Divine Nature Ourselves Religion Seek Sky True
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
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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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
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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Bloom Eyes Hope Life Lost Myself Philosophy Relationship Remember Return Time Word
If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Eyes Ourselves Relationship Thinking Time
I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember

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