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.
STEPHANIE BRIARStanding in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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