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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?

Stephanie Briar

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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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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 glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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
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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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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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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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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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 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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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