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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Stephanie Briar

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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Activate Born Creation Creativity
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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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Anxiety Head Imagination Live Mental Shoot Stand Yourself
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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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
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Compare Force Search Worth
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 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
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
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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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
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
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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Bone Empty Food Satisfaction Shame Starve 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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Better Change Day Dreams Fire Help Light Name Oppression Support Yourself
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
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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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
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
I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Born Burn Fall Fire Inspirational Light Motivational Myself
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
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
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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Love Myself Relationship 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

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