Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
STEPHANIE BRIARI would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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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 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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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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